Open - Lyrics - Chemically Imbalanced - Ying Yang Twins

Title: Open
Album: Chemically Imbalanced
Artist: Ying Yang Twins
Composer(s): Maurice Benjamin Cenac, Michael Antoine Crooms, D'Ongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson

Lyric:
I got money in my hand
I'm 'bout to walk up to her and I ain't playin'
This bitch gon' hear what I'm sayin'
'Cause when I'm payin', bitch, I'm the man

So bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open

Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open

Girl, you know you find this shit
Let's get together so we can fuck
Me and you, girl, let's just suck
Girl, you know you wanna fuck

Up on the man while the niggaz love to see the pussy pop
The plan is to get a couple a grand outta niggaz socks
But niggaz ain't tippin' fo nuthin'
So shut the fuck up and dance so I keep on struttin'

Big booty butt nigga hoe dance in the club
Nigga so good, got me wanna fuck
My dick hard then a motha fucka
(What you say?)
My dick hard then a motha fucka

Pokin' out my pants
Boy, I'm gon' tear that pussy up if I ever get the chance
Then grab that bitch with my motha fuckin' hand
The midnight hood don't be playin'

So you like it rough, well, come here then
You really love to fuck, well, come here then
Your wicked dance got me outta control
I just wanna see if you can bust it open

So bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open

Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open

Girl, you know you find this shit
Let's get together so we can fuck
Me and you, girl, let's just suck
Girl, you know you wanna fuck

Now I walk in the club got a thousand ones
Got your pretty bitch in the club, show me some
Damn, my dick hard then a motha fucker
(What you say?)
My dick hard then a motha fucker

Old school like tootsie
Roll on in the club and stroke that pussy
Bitches teach that mind all the time for the right dime
It'll blow your mind when you find what they do behind

Now there you hoes be showin' a nigga some love
Remind me of the movie 'The Players Club'
Hit the green light and ya ain't get in the building
All these hoes wanna show us they pussy

The class of the ass in the pussy line
I got a dick for trick, I got a treat for buyin'
That'll sweat the owner
Tell the customer, "Pie for sale and its sweet potato custard"

So bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open

Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open

Girl, you know you find this shit
Let's get together so we can fuck
Me and you, girl, let's just suck
Girl, you know you wanna fuck

Girl, you know you find this shit
Let's get together so we can fuck
Me and you, girl, let's just suck
Girl, you know you wanna fuck

I got a money in my hand
I'm 'bout to walk up to her and I ain't playin'
This bitch gon' hear what I'm sayin'
'Cause when I'm payin', bitch, I'm the man

So bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open

Girl, you know you find this shit
Let's get together so we can fuck
Me and you, girl, let's just suck
Girl, you know you wanna fuck

Girl, you know you find this shit
Let's get together so we can fuck
Me and you, girl, let's just suck
Girl, you know you wanna fuck

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Hand Clap - Lyrics - 5150 Ratchet - Hurricane Chris

Title: Hand Clap
Album: 5150 Ratchet
Artist: Hurricane Chris
Composer(s): T Stewart, Earl G Williams, Christopher Dooley, Steve E Morgan

Lyric:
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

Now, Rick James with it
(Now, Rick James with it)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if you got a bankroll
One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if your money on floor

Let me get me get that hand clap, let me get that hand clap, clap
They pull me out the club 'coz I ain't know how to act
But I ain't really trippin', we finna sneak through the back
And I got some like a grenade for them haters who wanna jack

Here we go meet up my clique, yeah, I'm shinnin' like a light
I get them diamonds on my wrist, let me get a hand clap, hand clap
Lil' momma breath stank, so, I told her bad back
And payin' me some water, so, I can roll harder
Slam on the hater like my name Vince Carter

They lookin' at me crazy 'coz I bounce around the club
And I keep clappin' my hands like I'm tryin' to kill a bug
Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream
Ain't nobody in the club finna like me
Plus I gotta G-G-Gorillas in black tees
Make the whole club clap like it some kind of disease

Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

Now, Rick James with it
(Now, Rick James with it)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if you got a bankroll
One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if your money on the floor

Well, I hope you ain't tired of clappin' your hands
'Cos we just got in the club
I spent 75 dollars on this shirt just for the club
Hell naw, I ain't leaving
Let's hit the VIP with them chicks and get freaky

Lil' momma don't believe me
I showed her, I showed her, I beat it out the frame
I told her I'm a beast and lil' momma I'm Hurricane
And now, 50 want 50 status shinin' on haters
Jumpin', stompin', hangin', clappin', knockin' over the tables

In da club, we get ratted 'til we fight
Yeah, I'm stuntin' in his face 'coz I got a big bank
Like big bank, hang 'coz my money don't fold
Open up and blind them with a mouth full of gold

Let me get a hand clap if you got that hollaback
And now I'm out my mind, I think I need to be slapped
Let me get a hand clap if you got that hollaback
And now I'm out my mind, I think I need to be slapped
Like that

Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

Now, Rick James with it
(Now, Rick James with it)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if you got a bankroll
One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if your money on floor

Now, drop that beat, turn it up
That's too loud, mayne, turn it down
Now, turn it back up, put your hands up and make em' clap
'Coz now we yawnin', if you wake
We make your hand clap, just stay at home

You got a pocket full of money, huh, oh, that's wazzup
Let me catch you by the bathroom
You gone get snuck, I rock that E A S E C G
I'm Hurricane and I'm S O U T H S I D E, it's what I claim

And let me see you put your arm up and Rick James
I get to clappin' my hand like I'm finna going insane
Lil' momma wanna marry me, just give me some brain
I'm gripping, gripping the grain, let me see you Rick James

One for the, one for the money, two for the show
All y'all haters better slow your roll
Or you ain't gotta chill, I can make you chill at the backstop
Security wont trip they'll think I'm doing the hand clap

Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

Now, Rick James with it
(Now, Rick James with it)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if you got a bankroll
One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if your money on the floor

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Open My Eyes - Lyrics - Inhabited

Title: Open My Eyes
Artist: Inhabited
Composer(s): Sara Acker, Marcus Acker

Lyric:
And I'm all mixed up again
Which way should I go
So many voices in my head
I need You, oh I need You

I said, I'm all mixed up again
Where should I go
So many voices in my head
I need You, oh I need You

I'm not gonna walk away
You've got to take my hand today

Would You open my eyes?
Will You take me by the hand
When I'm runnin' through the storm?
I will trust in You

Would You open my eyes?
Will You take me by the hand
When I'm running through the storm?
I will trust in You

Well, I run to catch my breath
Yeah, I fight to lose my step
And I scream to still the storm
Look away to catch You stare

I'm not gonna walk away
You've gotta take my hand today

Would You open my eyes?
Will You take me by the hand
When I'm runnin' through the storm?
I will trust in You

Would You open my eyes?
Will You take me by the hand
When I'm running through the storm?
I will trust in You

Confusion is all over me
And I am blind, I can't see
I'm letting go, I'm letting go
Would You take control of me?

Open my eyes
Will You take me by the hand
When I'm runnin' through the storm?
I will trust in You

'Cause I'm running back to You
And I'm running back to You
And I'm running back to You
Would You lead me?
Would You lead me?

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Open For Business - Lyrics - Jackyl

Title: Open For Business
Artist: Jackyl
Composer(s): Jessee James Dupree, James Earl Ii Stiff

Lyric:
AJ drives to his general store
And for the millionth time he unlocks the door
His wife's not around, she's been dead for years
When I was a kid they used to sell me beers
Why he even bothers to open the door
The store's completely empty from ceiling to floor

Everyday open for business
Lay your hand 'cause the dealing's done
Life goes on and on day after day
Just like AJ, got to find you a way
To open for business

The cracks in the wall is like the lines in his face
They run deep in to show that you can never replace
All the years go by and the place that he's found
They say the shit is coming through
He said, "Build it up around", wonder how he managed to stay
In an old empty building he makes it okay

Everyday open for business
Lay your hand 'cause the dealing's done
Life goes on and on day after day
Just like AJ, got to find you a way
To open for business

Everyday open for business
Life goes on and on and on and on

He drives his '38 Ford to the general store
And for the millionth time he unlocks the door
The gas pumps are gone from where they were before
Is this good or bad? He's gonna do a little more

Everyday open for business
Lay your hand 'cause the dealing's done
Life goes on and on day after day
Just like AJ, got to find you a way to

Everyday open for business
Lay your hand 'cause the dealing's done
Life goes on and on and on and on
Just like AJ, got to find you a way to

Everyday open for business
Everyday open for business

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Open Toes - Lyrics - Katharine McPhee - Katharine Mcphee

Title: Open Toes
Album: Katharine McPhee
Artist: Katharine Mcphee
Composer(s): Katharine Mcphee, Bale'Wa Muhammad, Kara Dioguardi, Nate Hills, Candice Nelson

Lyric:
I've been needing a girls night out
I've got nothing but hand me downs
I need a quick fix to make these clothes hotter
No matter what it is a girl's gotta

The pedicure, right tip French
My legs don't make no sense
Not rich but I bought a diamond anklet
Keep it on, it goes with my outfit, hey

Hey, lets go, if they're not to high, to low
I'll take them home, in purple, red or gold
'Cause I know them boys, they like those open toes

Jeans all black, hair slicked back
Baseball cap, still cute in my open toes
Mini skirt, feet don't hurt
Just a flirt, too cute in my open toes

Work or play, night or day
Do my thing, too cute in my open toes
Never to many open toes
A girl needs plenty open toes

I'm lovin' these sling back shoes
I like the way they stay loose
I could wear them all day and listen to the click-clack
Shoes like this make me hate flats

Swipe that card I'm good
Another pair in leather and wood
I'm a sucker for a name brand
Skip the rack and stick to the game plan

Hey let's go, if they're not too high
Too low, I'll take them home
(I'll take them home)
In purple, red or gold
'Cause I know them boys they like those open toes

Jeans all black, hair slicked back
Baseball cap, still cute in my open toes
Mini skirt, feet don't hurt
Just a flirt, too cute in my open toes

Work or play, night or day
Do my thing, too cute in my open toes
Never to many open toes
A girl needs plenty open toes

I'm feelin' down that's when I go out
And shop till I drop everywhere that I want
'Cause nothing feels better than spending my treasure
On me, finally, I'm where I'm supposed to be

Jeans all black, hair slicked back
Baseball cap, still cute in my open toes
Mini skirt, feet don't hurt
Just a flirt, too cute in my open toes

Work or play, night or day
Do my thing, too cute in my open toes
Never to many open toes
A girl needs plenty open toes

Put 'em on, put 'em on, let's go
Put 'em on, put 'em on, let's go
Only got one life, feelin' good tonight
And this girls not stayin' home

Put 'em on, put 'em on, let's go
Put 'em on, put 'em on, let's go
Only got one life, feelin' good tonight
And this girls not stayin' home, danger

Jeans all black, hair slicked back
Baseball cap, still cute in my open toes
Mini skirt, feet don't hurt
Just a flirt, too cute in my open toes

Work or play, night or day
Do my thing, too cute in my open toes
Never to many open toes
A girl needs plenty open toes

Put 'em on, put 'em on, let's go
Put 'em on, put 'em on, let's go
Only got one life, feelin' good tonight
And this girls not stayin' home

Put 'em on, put 'em on, let's go
Put 'em on, put 'em on, let's go
Only got one life, feelin' good tonight
And this girls not stayin' home

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Is That Your Chick - Lyrics - The Understanding - Memphis Bleek

Title: Is That Your Chick
Album: The Understanding
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Timothy Z Mosley, Malik Deshawn Cox, Melissa A Elliott, Carl Terrell Mitchell

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Lyric:
R O C, Memph Bleek
Jigga man, Missy, Twista, Sho' nuff
Yeah, yo

Don't get mad at me, I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em, I replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep callin' me Big
(And another one)
And my name is Jay-Z, she was all on my dick

Gradually I'm takin' over your bitch, comin' over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You comin' home to dishes and empty soda cans

I got your bitch up in my rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her, I'm a bolder man
Imma pimp her, it's over man

When I twist her in the gold sedan
Like I'm goldie man, you're bitch chose man
Jigga man, Iceberg with the frozen hands
Weddin' bands don't make it rosy man

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Yo, check it now, yo, yo, your hoe chose I
I ain't gonna lie, what I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye, recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side of the ride, damn Bleek, can't speak
Uh, huh, okay, what's up, shut up and close the door

Act like you been in the drop top on the open road before
Fix your weave, then fix me, ever gave head doin' 160?
Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy
How you love how the white wife beater fit me? M-dot, him hot, them not
(That's gangsta)

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screamin' like a demon
Fiendin' for the semen, Chrome gleamin' like the dome off Keenan
Gone while I'm leanin' smokin', I'm whip it in the stomach
Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashin' your money

Why you acting so funny? You know she been flirtin' while your workin'
Behind the curtain knuckles jerkin' for certain
Poppin' that pussy, sweatin' till no fluid is left
When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death
You gon' ruin your rep, trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers

Playa lectures got me shinin' like a new Gator stepper
Must have been mad
When your ho put my stuff in the dash, bust in her ass
To climax I come up with a nab, the game don't stop

Legit ballers bendin' up the block
Niggas rushin', comin' at us 'cause of status and props
Suckin' and fuckin', loving it when I put tha dick up inside her
Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Yo, yo, why you home alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel balcony
How she say Jay you can call the house for me?
There's no respect at all, you betta check her dawg

She keep beggin' me to hit it raw
So she can have my kids and say it was yours
How foul is she? And you wifed her
Shit, I put the rubber on tighter

Sent her home, when she entered home
You hugged her up, what the fuck is up?
She got you whipped, got your kids
Got your home, but that's not your bitch

You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl
It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick
Ain't savin' it, unfaithful bitch

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Yo, how dumb the pimp? I heard he trick
Bought a new five, maybe six
Copped that for his new down bitch
And I was diggin' that down since '96 shit

Memph man I'll take your bitch
Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip
And you know how it go when it come to the hoes
She can do the same thing to the clique you know

Your hoe chose, don't get mad at me
Got your wife callin' me daddy
Put her out on the street let her get that cheese
My bad is that your freak

But you know how a thug do
When a nigga hit that, it's fuck you
Keep it snug, tre deuce in the boot
Niggas wanna act, get a motherfuckin' slug too

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Cool out homie, you betta keep her away from my ballin' clique
Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix
From hanging out with chicks who be swallowin' dicks
From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks
That can only lead to something unfortunate

Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your bitch
Play the floor dot Jigga man go first then we all rock 'cause we all hot
You know the boys from the Roc got them whores on lock
Got them bitches in the smash makin' yours drive fast
'Cause we get more cash than the average nigga

All dem hoes like damn, I gotta have this nigga
'Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that
You would fuck mine, how the hell can you knock that?
I'm just playing the cards choosenly Jigga man who ya supposed to be?

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

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Arms Wide Open - Lyrics - Creed

Title: Arms Wide Open
Artist: Creed
Composer(s): Scott Stapp, Mark Tremonti

Lyric:
Well I just heard the news today
It seems my life is gonna change
I closed my eyes, begin to pray
Then tears of joy stream down my face

With arms wide open under the sunlight
Welcome to this place I'll show you everything
With arms wide open
With arms wide open

Well I don't know if I'm ready
To be the man I have to be
I'll take a breath, I'll take her by my side
We stand in awe, we've created life

With arms wide open under the sunlight
Welcome to this place I'll show you everything
With arms wide open now everything has changed
I'll show you love I'll show you everything

With arms wide open
With arms wide open
I'll show you everything, aw yeah
With arms wide open, wide open

If I had just one wish only one demand
I hope he's not like me, I hope he understands
That he can take this life and hold it by the hand
And he can greet the world with arms wide open

With arms wide open under the sunlight
Welcome to this place I'll show you everything
With arms wide open now everything has changed
I'll show you love I'll show you everything

With arms wide open
With arms wide open
I'll show you everything, aw yeah
With arms wide open
Wide open

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With Arms Wide Open - Lyrics - Human Clay - Creed

Title: With Arms Wide Open
Album: Human Clay
Artist: Creed
Composer(s): Scott Stapp, Mark Tremonti

Lyric:
Well I just heard the news today
It seems my life is gonna change
I closed my eyes, begin to pray
Then tears of joy stream down my face

With arms wide open under the sunlight
Welcome to this place I'll show you everything
With arms wide open
With arms wide open

Well I don't know if I'm ready
To be the man I have to be
I'll take a breath, I'll take her by my side
We stand in awe, we've created life

With arms wide open under the sunlight
Welcome to this place I'll show you everything
With arms wide open now everything has changed
I'll show you love I'll show you everything

With arms wide open
With arms wide open
I'll show you everything, aw yeah
With arms wide open, wide open

If I had just one wish only one demand
I hope he's not like me, I hope he understands
That he can take this life and hold it by the hand
And he can greet the world with arms wide open

With arms wide open under the sunlight
Welcome to this place I'll show you everything
With arms wide open now everything has changed
I'll show you love I'll show you everything

With arms wide open
With arms wide open
I'll show you everything, aw yeah
With arms wide open
Wide open

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Raise Your Hand - Lyrics - Bruce Springsteen

Title: Raise Your Hand
Artist: Bruce Springsteen
Composer(s): Eddie Floyd, Steve Cropper, Alvertis Isbell

Lyric:
If there's somethin' you need
All that you'll never, ever, ever had
I know you've never had it
Ohh honey, don't you just sit there cryin'
Don't you sit there feelin' bad
No, no, no

You better get up
Now don't you understand?
And raise your hand
Hey, hey, hey
I said raise your hand

You know I'm stayin' above, yes I am
Want to give you all my love, ohh I do
Ohh honey, won't you come on and open up?
I said open up little heart
Please, won't you let me try? Yea

Got to be good
Don't you understand?
Raise your hand
Hey, hey, hey
I said raise your hand
Right here, right now, babe

Woh, yea
(Yea)
Woh, aaa, aaa, aaa

Raise your hand
Raise your hand
Raise your hand
Raise your hand
Raise, eee
Ohh raise, eee
Ohh raise, eee
Ohh raise, eee
Said, raise your hand, come on
Raise your hand, feel
Raise your hand, and I gonna come in
Raise your hand
Raise your hand, yea
Raise your hand, yea
Raise it up, on up to me, come on
Raise it up, on up to me now
Raise it up, on up to me, yea
Yea

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Raise Your Hand - Lyrics - Farewell Song - Janis Joplin

Title: Raise Your Hand
Album: Farewell Song
Artist: Janis Joplin
Composer(s): Eddie Floyd, Steve Cropper, Alvertis Isbell

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Lyric:
If there's somethin' you need
All that you'll never, ever, ever had
I know you've never had it
Ohh honey, don't you just sit there cryin'
Don't you sit there feelin' bad
No, no, no

You better get up
Now don't you understand?
And raise your hand
Hey, hey, hey
I said raise your hand

You know I'm stayin' above, yes I am
Want to give you all my love, ohh I do
Ohh honey, won't you come on and open up?
I said open up little heart
Please, won't you let me try? Yea

Got to be good
Don't you understand?
Raise your hand
Hey, hey, hey
I said raise your hand
Right here, right now, babe

Woh, yea
(Yea)
Woh, aaa, aaa, aaa

Raise your hand
Raise your hand
Raise your hand
Raise your hand
Raise, eee
Ohh raise, eee
Ohh raise, eee
Ohh raise, eee
Said, raise your hand, come on
Raise your hand, feel
Raise your hand, and I gonna come in
Raise your hand
Raise your hand, yea
Raise your hand, yea
Raise it up, on up to me, come on
Raise it up, on up to me now
Raise it up, on up to me, yea
Yea

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These Days In An Open Book - Lyrics - Nanci Griffith

Title: These Days In An Open Book
Artist: Nanci Griffith
Composer(s): Nanci Griffith

Lyric:
Shut it down and call this road a day
And put this silence in my heart in a better place
I have traveled with your ghost now so many years
That I see you in the shadows
In hotel rooms and headlights
You're coming up beside me
Whether it's day or night

These days my life is an open book
Missing pages I cannot seem to find
These days your face
In my memory
Is in a folded hand of grace against these times

No one's ever come between your memory and me
I have driven this weary vessel here alone
Will you still find me if I leave you here beside this road
'Cause' I need someone who can touch me
Who'll put no one above me
Someone who needs me
Like the air he breathes

These days my life is an open book
Missing pages I cannot seem to find
These days your face
In my memory
Is in a folded hand of grace against these times

I can't remember where this toll road goes
Maybe it's Fort Worth, maybe it's a heart of gold
The price of love is such a heavy toll
That I've lived my life in the backroads
With your love in my pocket
If I spend the love you gave me
Tell me where will it go?

These days my life is an open book
Missing pages I cannot seem to find
These days your face
In my memory
Is in a folded hand of grace against these times

These days your face
In my memory
Is in a folded hand of grace
Folded hand of grace
Folded hand of grace
Against these times

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Love - Lyrics - Destiny Fulfilled - Destiny'S Child

Title: Love
Album: Destiny Fulfilled
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Beyonce Knowles, Kelly Rowland, Angela Beyince, Erron Williams

Lyric:
It had been many years since I've been in love
With a real man, I had given up on love
I didn't think a good man existed in this world
I was tired of searching
Because relationships I've dealt with in the past
Couldn't fathom bein' monogamous
When I least expected it, I found you
And because of you I know how it feels to be

(Love)
And when I look into your eyes I see
(Love)
Pillow talk at night and I can hear
(Love)
Oh, the next mornin' we make
(Love)
I'm so in love

Through you I live and love again
(Again)
Open the path to happiness
(Na)
Through you I learn to smile again
I thank God for you
Through you I live and love again
(Na)
I trust you just guide me take my hand
(Na)
Through you I learn to smile again
I love you
(I love you)
I love you
(I love you)

Now it's been three years since we've been in love
And you keep doin' things to show you're proud of
Thirty beauties in the room, only me you see
The confidence you give lives in me
Ya but I'll never break your heart, I'll never let you down
For better or worse, I'll always be around
And with you here to share my life, so complete
And because of you I know how it feels to be

(Love)
And when I look into your eyes I see
(Love)
Pillow talk at night and I can hear
(Love)
Oh, the next mornin' we make
(Love)
I'm so in love

Through you I live and love again
(Again)
Open the path to happiness
(Na)
Through you I learn to smile again
I thank God for you
Through you I live and love again
(Na)
I trust you just guide me take my hand
(Na)
Through you I learn to smile again
I love you
(I love you)
I love you
(I love you)
(I thank God for you)

Your love's amazing
Hail like the rain, it fell on me
(Fell on me)
Wanting it more and more
'Cause your love's in the air, I breathe
Lyin' beside me
You see into the soul of me
(See into the soul of me)
And your spirit sets me free

Through you I live and love again
(Yeah hey hey)
Open the path to happiness
(Na na na)
Through you I learn to smile again
I thank God for you
(I thank God)
Through you I live and love again
(Love again)
I trust you, just guide me, take my hand
(Oh my trust in you)
Through you I learn to smile again
I love you
(I love you)
I love you
(I love you)

Through you I live and love again
(Make me feel)
Open the path to happiness
(So loved)
Through you I learn to smile again
I thank God for you
(God made me for you)
Through you I live and love again
I trust you, just guide me, take my hand
(My hand)
Through you I learn to smile again
I love you
(I love you)
I love you
(I love you)

Now it's been three years since we've been in love
(Yeah)
And you keep doing things to show you're proud of
(Yeah ah)
Thirty beauties in the room only me you see
(Yeah)
The confidence you give lives in me
Ya but I'll never break your heart I'll never let you down
(Yeah)
For better or worse, I'll always be around
(Yeah ah)
And with you here to share my life, so complete
And because of you I know how it feels to be

Through you I live and love again
(Again)
Open the path to happiness
(Na)
Through you I learn to smile again
I thank God for you
Through you I live and love again
(Na)
I trust you, just guide me, take my hand
(Na na na)
Through you I learn to smile again
I love you
(I love you)
I love you
(I love you)

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Open Arms - Lyrics - The Life - Ginuwine

Title: Open Arms
Album: The Life
Artist: Ginuwine
Composer(s): Loren Dawson, Dan Shea, Elgin Lumpkin, Corey Rooney, Troy Oliver

Lyric:
Mmm yeah, hey hey, mmm

Listen baby, it's been a while since I've talked to you
And you've talked to me
So this song is especially for you and I
Listen closely, baby

Why can't we sit by the fireplace and play telepathy
I wanna read your mind and see if you're thinkin' about me
It's been a while since I've sat down and expressed the way that I feel
Girl, but I'm about to cry 'cause it's too late and the pain is real

And it's too much to bare
And I'm so awfully scared
I need someone who feels me
I need someone who loves me

Why do I stay a while with you?
We can confess what we've been through
To one another, to each other
There's nothing I'll keep from you

Why don't you reach and grab my hand?
I'll be the one who understands
You can count on me, I won't do you wrong
I'll be here with open arms

You can count on me
I'll be here with open arms

The way that you were talking you is telling me that you're just so hurt
You're insinuations are screaming to me that you're really hurt
I wanna be a mechanic and fix everything that is wrong
For you to be crying and feeling so down, baby, that's so wrong

And it's too much to bare, yeah
You seem so awfully scared
You need someone who feels you
You need someone who loves you

Why do I stay a while with you?
We can confess what we've been through
To one another to each other
There's nothing I'll keep from you

Why don't you reach and grab my hand?
I'll be the one who understands
You can count on me, I won't do you wrong
I'll be here with open arms

We need no more
We have each other and love will endure
No pain just love
With you that's all I see and I think of

And for you I'll give my right and left arm
I'll forever be a man who won't do you wrong
Forever love you that's no question
You're the one, girl, I'm confessing

Why do I stay a while with you?
We can confess what we've been through
To one another to each other
There's nothing I'll keep from you

Why don't you reach and grab my hand
I'll be the one who understands
You can count on me, I won't do you wrong
I'll be here with open arms

You can count on me
I'll be here with open arms
You can count on me
I'll be here with open arms

Oh yes, I will, yes, I will
I'll be here with open arms

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Kiss Me - Lyrics - Cranberries

Title: Kiss Me
Artist: Cranberries
Composer(s): Matthew Preston Slocum

Lyric:
Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor, lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling, so kiss me

Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor, lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling, so kiss me

Kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor, lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling, so kiss me
So kiss me, so kiss me, so kiss me

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These Arms Are Open All Night - Lyrics - Bon Jovi

Title: These Arms Are Open All Night
Artist: Bon Jovi
Composer(s): Richie Sambora, Jon Bon Jovi, Billy Falcon

Lyric:
Well, it's closing time, I've got no place to go
No, I'm not tired, nobody's waiting at home
Hey, what about you? Looks like you're leaving alone
Guess that makes two, me and you

By the way, my name's Jones
Hey, I know a place, it's not far from here
That's my dented red Chevy out front
You can follow me there

There's no neon lights
It don't stink of beer
It's just a mile up the road
It's just a minute from here

These arms are open all night
If you need someone to talk to
A hand to hold onto and if it feels right
These arms are open all night

Now the band is through, they're breaking down the drums
The took the singer's keys, man, he was really drunk
They're turning on the lights, we can't stay here no more
Yeah, I can take a hint, find my way out the door

So what do you think?
Hey, are you going my way?
There's still a whole lot left to this night
Baby, what do you say?

These arms are open all night
If you need someone to talk to
A hand to hold onto and if it feels right
These arms are open all night

God only knows how long it's been that I been this lonely
Back there at the stop sign
I see her headlights
I think she's coming with me

These arms are open all night
If you need someone to talk to
A hand to hold onto and if it feels right
These arms are open all night
They're open all night

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These Open Arms - Lyrics - Bon Jovi

Title: These Open Arms
Artist: Bon Jovi
Composer(s): Richie Sambora, Jon Bon Jovi, Billy Falcon

Lyric:
Well, it's closing time, I've got no place to go
No, I'm not tired, nobody's waiting at home
Hey, what about you? Looks like you're leaving alone
Guess that makes two, me and you

By the way, my name's Jones
Hey, I know a place, it's not far from here
That's my dented red Chevy out front
You can follow me there

There's no neon lights
It don't stink of beer
It's just a mile up the road
It's just a minute from here

These arms are open all night
If you need someone to talk to
A hand to hold onto and if it feels right
These arms are open all night

Now the band is through, they're breaking down the drums
The took the singer's keys, man, he was really drunk
They're turning on the lights, we can't stay here no more
Yeah, I can take a hint, find my way out the door

So what do you think?
Hey, are you going my way?
There's still a whole lot left to this night
Baby, what do you say?

These arms are open all night
If you need someone to talk to
A hand to hold onto and if it feels right
These arms are open all night

God only knows how long it's been that I been this lonely
Back there at the stop sign
I see her headlights
I think she's coming with me

These arms are open all night
If you need someone to talk to
A hand to hold onto and if it feels right
These arms are open all night
They're open all night

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Kiss Me - Lyrics - From the Screen to Your Stereo Part II - New Found Glory

Title: Kiss Me
Album: From the Screen to Your Stereo Part II
Artist: New Found Glory
Composer(s): Matthew Preston Slocum

Lyric:
Kiss me, out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
I'll wear those shoes and you will wear that dress

Oh kiss me, beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand, strike up the band
And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me

Kiss me, down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand, strike up the band
And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand, strike up the band
And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me

So kiss me
So kiss me
So kiss me

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Z - Is That Yo Bitch? - Lyrics - Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter - Jay

Title: Z - Is That Yo Bitch?
Album: Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Timothy Z Mosley, Carl Mitchell, Melissa A Elliott

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Lyric:
Uh, yo don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I replace 'em with another one

You had to see she keep calling me BIG
And my name is Jay-Z
She be all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking over your bitch

Coming over your shit, got my feet up on you sofa, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to beer shifts and there be soda cans
I got your bitch in my Rover, man

I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
It's over man, it's over man

Oh, is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips

Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes

Oh, is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?

Is that your bitch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
'Cause that's Jay and them, bitch

Yo, yo, why you home alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel balcony
How she say, Jay you can call the house for me?
There's no respect at all

You betta check her dawg
She keep beggin' me to hit it raw
So she can have my kids and say it was yours
How foul is she? And you wifed her
Shit, I put the rubber on tighter

Sent her home, when she entered home
You hugged her up
What the fuck is up?
She got you whipped, got your kids

Got your home, but that's not your bitch
You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl
It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick
Ain't saving it, unfaithful, bitch

Oh, is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips

Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes

Oh, is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?

Is that your bitch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
'Cause that's Jay and them, bitch

Cool out homie, you betta keep her away from my balling clique
Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix
From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks
From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks

It can only lead to something unfortunate
Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your bitch
Play the floor dot Jigga man go first
Then we all rock till we all hot

You know the boy from the Roc got them whores on lock
Got the bitches in the smash, making yours drive fast
Do we get more cash than the average nigga?
All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this nigga

'Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that
You can fuck mine, how the hell can you knock that?
I'm just playing the cards choosenly
Jigga man, who ya supposed to be?

Oh, is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips

Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes

Oh, is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?

Is that your bitch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
'Cause that's Jay and them, bitch

Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming
Like a demon fiending for the semen
Chrome gleaming like the dome off Keenan
Gone while I'm leanin' smoking

I'm whip it in the stomach
Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashing your money
Why you acting so funny?
You know she been flirting while your working

Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain
Poppin' that pussy
Sweatin' till no fluid is left
When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death

You gon' ruin your rep
Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers
Playa lectures got me shining like a new Gator stepper
Must have been mad

When your ho put my stuff in the dash
Bust in her ass
To climax, I come up with a nab
The game don't stop

Legit ballers bending up the block
Niggas rushing, coming at us cause of status and props
Sucking and fucking, loving it when I put tha dick up inside her
Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah

Oh, is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips

Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes

Oh, is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?

Is that your bitch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
'Cause that's Jay and them, bitch

Oh, is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips

Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes

Oh, is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?

Is that your bitch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
'Cause that's Jay and them, bitch

Oh, is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips

Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes

Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?

Is that your bitch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
'Cause that's Jay and them

Oh, is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips

Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes

Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?

Is that your bitch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
'Cause that's Jay and them, bitch

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Kiss Me - Lyrics - Avril Lavigne

Title: Kiss Me
Artist: Avril Lavigne
Composer(s): Matthew Preston Slocum

Lyric:
Kiss me, out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
I'll wear those shoes and you will wear that dress

Oh kiss me, beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand, strike up the band
And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me

Kiss me, down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand, strike up the band
And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand, strike up the band
And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me

So kiss me
So kiss me
So kiss me

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