Outta These Clouds - Lyrics - Alishas Attic

Title: Outta These Clouds
Artist: Alishas Attic
Composer(s): Karen Ann Poole, Terence James Martin, Michelle Lena Mcerlaine

Lyric:
I'm driving out of control
You said something, hurt me real bad
And I'll drive till I feel better
And I'll play my radio, my radio real loud!

And I'll keep driving till I drive outta these clouds
Outta these clouds
Ooh, ooh

I'm flying, just trying to keep the wind behind me
'Coz I said, "I'd never let you get me"
No, you'll never make me blue again
Now I'm finally off the ground

I'll keep flying till I fly outta these clouds
Outta these clouds
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Gangsta Lean - Lyrics - Lord Willin - Clipse

Title: Gangsta Lean
Album: Lord Willin
Artist: Clipse
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Gene Thornton, Terrence Thornton, Pharrell Williams

Lyric:
Gimme somethin' to roll
Somethin' gangstafied
Gimme somethin' to roll
Somethin' gangstafied

Gimme somethin' to roll
Somethin' gangstafied
Hey, hey, Star Trak, Star Trak
Now let's smoke and ride

Oh, girl ya taste is
Sweet like mornin' dew
I would go crazy girl
If I couldn't have none of you

I said, ya from Jamaica
Straight outta my Mercedes trunk
You make me wanna roll ya up
And then you make my body slump

Which make a nigga have a gangsta lean
Talk about the gangsta lean
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
Talk about the gangsta lean

Make a nigga have a gangsta leeean
Talk about the gangsta lean
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
Talk about the gangsta lean

I only love her on occasions
Keep my heart racin', love to take her on vacations
Where the time zone changes and money exchanges
And meters and kilometers on the dials of the ranges

Far away with my Jamacian sexy everyday is like a holiday
The cheeba got me in a slum sleeper
But when I try to leave her
I just find out that it's cheaper to keep her

Plus she keep my thoughts deeper, really zonin'
Like my Cali homies 6-4 rollin'
Or them Deroit 'Lacs trimmed in golden
Or my Texas family 150 white strollin'

Damn, I was caught up in the Matrix
But not Keanu Reaves, as she rolls in bamboo leaves
I think a way to ship off these piano keys
Since the traffic in a gangsta lean

You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
Talk about the gangsta lean
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
Talk about the gangsta lean

Make a nigga have a geangsta leeean
Talk about the gangsta lean
You make a nigga havea gangsta lean
Talk about the gangsta lean

If you put me where I need to be
Twist you anytime I feel the need
Love ya touch and how you set my mind at ease
In Virginia where you kept me motionless
From that point on I knew I could never get over this

Now they wanna see us broke up
'Cuz I'm lovesick, got me all choked up
Look, you keep my head in the clouds mami ,'till I can't breathe
And next to that heat seeker you my main squeeze

Plus I get twistin' didn't even spend my money on
Now either I'm a fool or you really must got me gone
You got me open these days I must admit
Body numbed up and in a slump like I been hit

But luckily it's just the green got me leavin' smoke streams
And blowin' smoke rings as I flee from the scene
Gangsta leanin' in a 850 beamin'
I'm like K-Ci and Jo-Jo, love you got me fiendin'

Oh, girl ya taste is
Sweet like mornin' dew
I would go crazy girl
If I couldn't have none of you

I said, ya from Jamaica
Straight outta my Mercedes trunk
You make me wanna roll ya up
And then you make my body slump

Which make a nigga have a gangsta lean
Talk about the gangsta lean
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
Talk about the gangsta lean

Make a nigga have a gangsta leeean
Talk about the gangsta lean
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
Talk about the gangsta lean

Her sex so sticky, I'm talkin' real icky
Have me gone and twisty
Make my other women miss me
Just by the way she kiss me

Hold her wit the index and thumb tippys, ma I'm so trippy
Hard to hold back, scent so sweet
Got to Cognac and honey wrap her this ain't drink
From Taiwanese to Amsterdam greeny green
To hydroponic that make a weak stomach vomit

Listen, at times you hinder my vision
Blinded by ya love and you got the room spinnin'
It's not jealousy the reason why I keep you hidden
Hell, I hit you then I pass you to my man like I do my women

I know just what I'm investin' in
I done traded currency wit the Mexicans
In Texas just so we could get affectionate
Your complexion lime green wit red specks in it, I love you

You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
Talk about the gangsta lean
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
Talk about the gangsta lean

Make a nigga have a gangsta leeean
Talk about the gangsta lean
You make a nigga havea gangsta lean
Talk about the gangsta lean

Gimme somethin' to roll
Somethin' gangstafied
Gimme somethin to roll
Somethin' gangstafied

Gimme somethin' to roll
Somethin' gangstafied
Hey, hey, Star Trak, Star Trak
Now let's smoke and ride

Gimme somethin' to roll
Somethin' gangstafied
Gimme somethin to roll
Somethin' gangstafied

Gimme somethin' to roll
Somethin' gangstafied
Hey, hey, Star Trak, Star Trak
Now let's smoke and ride

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Head Bussa - Lyrics - N.O.R.E.

Title: Head Bussa
Artist: N.O.R.E.
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Victor J Santiago, Pharrell L Williams

Lyric:
Head bussa
Head bussa
Head bussa
Head bussa

I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa

Hey yo
Yo, N O R, you can catch me in my favorite car
Drop lex, black truck, Gordo the lazy R
I'm like a pitcher, I throw my hits crazy far
And if you is what you smoke then hey y'all
I'm never faired up I got some lead what
And keeps some chicks in my whips
And they always just fuck my head up
I'm like whatever God, ain't a nigga better guard?

I rock a Neptune's beat like it's a leather garm
Know about you, but I'm a bed crusher
See I don't know about you, but I'm a head bussa
You see it's God favorite, he built the project bricks
Chicks love us anyway, 'cause we just make hits
No re my, I'm good with just water and fish
Thugged out militainment see we focused
Stand strong in the pain, see me hold my pivot
Or you can catch me in L.A., with a Mexican midget

I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa

Yo, yo
See I'm a Philly nigga, I can't fuck wit a Dutch chick
Automatic whips, can't fuck wit a clutch shit
Jose I'm so relaxed it seems
The first nigga sellin' cracks through a fax machine
Shit star tek I hold my gun in the raids
And I can make planes crash through a two way page
Niggas stack like, act like I ain't made mad classics

Like I'm a new artist, demerit these rat bastards
But that's aight 'cause I'm a still make more
And I could sell bad work, still say that it's raw
I make songs for the poor niggas
The most grimey and raw niggas, the ki ki kickin' your door niggas
Go arm wrestle next, see whose neck I break
I send my little man home have to check out late
She a bed crusher, see I'm a bad person

I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa

Duh
Ain't a damn thing the same
Look, I'm a see if ya sayin' my name
Millionaires, that change the game
That got 9/11 clouds and bullets that grain
Don't calm down this is soldier game
Kill for money, the raw and the Caine
Let me, see you flag, the color of car nigga
Fix your fingers, show me what you are

See I'm a head bussa it ain't hard to tell
That I'm a keep makin' hits, it ain't hard to sell
And them def jam niggas put that paper behind us
We left that other label, and the hatin' behind us
Niggas want beef, it ain't hard to find us
We in the 'lac truck, them niggas in path finders and
The crime scene like N O R E N O R E
People wanna scream they like N O R E N O R E

Man, I'm outta' town my niggas travel, too
We in L.A. getting' sucked off in Malibu
A new car, ask the Jake, they call me "No shit"
'Cause everytime they question me, I don't know shit
And hold this, yea nigga just know this
I always drink henny, hardly know the 'cris
Straight monster wrist, I keep a I'll beat
And niggas hardly like you, your shit still weak

Duh
Ain't a damn thing the same
Look, I'm a see if ya sayin' my name
Millionaires, that change the game
That got 9/11 clouds and bullets that grain
Don't calm down this is soldier game
Kill for money, the raw and the caine
Let me, see you flag, the color of car nigga
Fix your fingers, show me what you are

I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
...

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Heaven - Lyrics - The Fix - Scarface

Title: Heaven
Album: The Fix
Artist: Scarface
Composer(s): Kelly Price, Tristan G. Jones, Jr., Roy Moore, Brad Jordan

Lyric:
It's gonna be some shit you might not understand
But, you may have to rewind this shit a few times
Heaven, Heaven
Check it out

I know tomorrow ain't a promise
That's why I live one day at a time
So when it's my turn, they'll be no crying
I'm aware that when my number's called I'm punchin' the clock
No need for screamin' at me momma, I'm out

And plus I wasn't really happy here to start with, let that be told
My old homeboy was robbin' me, and that's 3 cold
I said '3', It's all intentional, 'cause 2 don't count
When your own bloods bitter and your homeboys bounce

Who the fuck is you gonna trust when your road dog is schemin'?
And every other corner, you're passin' a different demon
And now the clouds is open, I'm rememberin' this
Your families, your backbone, your friends ain't shit

Now I believe it when Rhonda was sayin', "Back in the days"
When our homeboys left, she the only ones stayed
For that very reason, I'm a try and give her the world
Found Heaven in the form of a girl, everybody's sayin'

My angel, my sunshine
Bless the day that I found Heaven in the form of a girl
My best friend, my good time
Bless the day that I found Heaven in the form of a girl

Listen to different scriptions, they teach on God
And if you ain't never met him, don't speak on God
I'm serious about religion, just ain't no song
I'm hearin' niggas makin' up scriptions, and playin' along

Probably sayin' I'm the hypocrit, for judgin' these folks
But you can tell he ain't a Christian, by the way that he spoke
I pray for everbody, hopin' that they hear that voice
The one that paralyzes you from head down, boy

When you're aware of your surroundings, yet you still can't move
Water shootin' outta your eyes you hear this dude
And the voice is much louder, than the voice that you
Thought was the voice of the Holy Spirit
Who changed your life, when you hear it?

And the next morn', you wake up and the world look lighter
The grass greener, and the sun brighter
I know the feelin' first hand, I witnessed the sights
When I allowed the Lord to come in my life

And it was like
(Heaven, Heaven)
But I'm a man, I ain't perfect

That's a poor excuse, that ain't workin'
I asked him for forgiveness, for every sin I commit
Hopefully he gonna let me stay on his list
I'm tryin' to get to Heaven

America the Beautiful, don't be so cold
How do you expectin' our seeds gonna grow?
When you trap us in the ghetto
And show love, to the other muthafuckers

While we right here starvin' at home
I'd cry, if I thought, that me sheddin' a tear might help
Then again, me sheddin' tears don't help
Wanna call up to the President, and see if he know help

Let him know you up shit creek yourself, we all sinners
Facin' the winter, with no socks, and no shoes
In a position, where we all gon' loose
Tell the penitentiaries, we gonna need more schools

Or what the fuck is we gonna do?
Sit around and let the world pass us by?
Waitin' on a message from the Revrand
And he ain't but another man, tryin' to get to
(Heaven)

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Gangbangin' 101 - Lyrics - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment - Snoop Dogg

Title: Gangbangin' 101
Album: Tha Blue Carpet Treatment
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): Calvin Broadus, Terrace Martin, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
West Coast, it's time to stand up
We gon' unite 'round this motherf*** one time
I'm callin' every real Crip
And every real B dog to the table right now
Yeah, we gon' push a real line right now
See if y'all with this real gangsta guerrilla ***

Have you ever seen a hundred thousand Rip riders from the side?
Blue Chucks, blue rags, gray clouds, blue skies
On the move, can't lose, Hill Street Blues
*** gotta pay they dues on the crews
Or with the ***, spray these suckas, then I cruise

My granny saw it on the news
She shook up, look up and then she put me on the move
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
'Cause the homies had the loop-loop that night at King Park

And I got into a squab, got caught and went to jail
Straight to the County with no motherf*** bail
Forty eight hundred with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie, Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail

He said, ?Trip Dogg, you better get right, Crip right??
Eyes open 'cause *** get stuck on seez-ight
It ain't no motherf*** problem, pop-pop, tick-tock
Never flip-flop, 20 Crippin' 'til I drop

Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
So what, so what, so what, so what?
Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
So what, so what, so what, so what?
Crip

Is I in the motherf*** S-5?
With the red bandanna, double knotted 'round the rear view
*** see clear through, they know that it's Game
Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em know that I bang

So bang like Snoop in 'Deep Cover'
I got the seat reclined, *** under the white-T, smothered
Dippin' down Green Leaf, I ain't got no enemies
Been shot five times, now I bleed Hennessey

And bang for my *** locked up, they can't stop us
It ain't a gangsta party 'til we go and dig Pac up
I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two *** on
Huey P. Newton with Air Force Ones on

I *** but I'm the opposite of Tookie Williams
Red Lambo', red bandanna, print ceilin'
Me and Snoop got the West Coast locked
Red and blue rag tied in a knot
With all my motherf*** homies yellin' out

So what, so what, so what, so what?
Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
So what, so what, so what, so what?
Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip

I ran outta gas in Long Beach, I'm stuck
Ain't no Bloods and all I see is blue Chucks
Hopped out the '6-trey, nowhere to go
Til' Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh Steeler '6-4

We 'Just Dippin', one Bloodin', one Crippin'
I'm on that Bulls ***, throwback Scott Pippen
Moral is, my bandana hangin' from the left side
'So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood, just throw up Westside'

What up, Blood? Yeah cuz, we just tippin'
Me and Game doin' thangs, switchin' lanes, Hurricanes on my feet
Stop and C-Walk to the beat
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street

Eastside, LBC, *** in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it C known, *** welcome to the Thunderdome

Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
So what, so what, so what, so what?
Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
So what, so what, so what, so what?
So what, so what, so what, so what?
Crip, Crip, Crip

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