Turn It Up - Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Title: Turn It Up
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Wesley Weston, Hakeem Seriki, Scott Storch

Lyric:
Yeah!
It's the name they say is running the game
Chamillitary mayne
Flip in the building!
So go ahead and hand over the torch
Super producer Scott Storch
And of course

I'ma show you how to get your shine on
(Get your shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song
(My song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone
(My phone)
Which one of y'all am I gon' take home?
(Take home)

I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk
(Club crunk)
Give 'em something that's gon' rattle their trunk
(Their trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk
(Get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up

Give me that million dollar beat
And let me show you what to do with it
Who that is?
That's the illest rapper choppin', screwin' it

Couldn't snatch the game is what they told me, so I'm provin' it
Put the truth in Texas with Scott Storch and you got you a hit
Hit and never miss rep yo click and throw 'em high
'Cause Chamillionaire's the answer to the game like Allen I
Middle fingaz to the sky, if they don't like that reply
?Cause any DJ that deny is a mother fu**** liar

So give the ladies what that want
Got 'em racin' to the front of the stage
To feel the bass and tell the DJ turn it up
(Turn it up)

Yeah Sound of Revenge saying Universal to get my plaques
Rappin's dead so I'ma bring it back
Like DJ's do when they hear my track
Check out my track record, they'll say I'ma track wrecka
Hotter than a black pepper now that I am back nigga
(He's Back)
You can't get mad if you feel that you ain't cap fit ya
Drop the biggest stats ever so don't let that **** hit ya

I'ma show you how to get your shine on
(Get your shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song
(My song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone
(My phone)
Which one of y'all am I gon' take home?
(Take home)

I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk
(Club crunk)
Give 'em something that's gon' rattle their trunk
(Rattle their trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk
(Get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up

When it's time to hit the club I let my chain hang
If they got clovers on they neck we in the same gang
I'm 20 deep in V.I.P. puffin' mary jane
Splinters still in my hand from my woodgrain

I got homies on the West who like to gangbang
And I got homies on the East who do the same thang
I told Johhny put 50 in my panky rang
5 karat diamond chain VVS is in it mayne

You know I rep the dirty dirty where they move cane
You know we mix purple stuff in that blue drank
Hpnotiq, big bodies with blue paint
We got Big Oomp spray, but it still stank

You a lame so yo dame playin' mind games
I'ma pimp so I stay in that mindframe
Niggaz talk shit until I let that nine bang
Me and Duke in that Maybach switchin' lanes

I'ma show you how to get your shine on
(Get your shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song
(My song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone
(My phone)
Which one of y'all am I gon' take home?
(Take home)

I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk
(Club crunk)
Give 'em something that's gon' rattle their trunk
(Rattle their trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk
(Get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up

Headed to the bar
(I'm headed to the bar)
You know I'm V.I.P.
(You know I'm V.I.P.)
And since you're rollin' with a star
(You're rollin' with a star)
You're V.I.P. with me
(Chamillitary)
Ha ha

Chamillitary the biggest threat to
Any of these rappers that thinkin' they doin' it
Who that is?
That's dem boyz from Texas that always do it big
Multi-colored diamonds got us shining they say our jew'ry sick
Houston got a problem and you don't want nuttin' to do wit it

Do ya, kid?
I ain't think so I'm tippin' slow
When my trunk is liftin' up look at the neons as they glow
Groupies never givin' up they be everywhere I go
When that elevator go up to my suite they there fo' sho'

Told me that she didn't care about my money, wasn't hearin' it
Looks can be deceiving as Chamillion paint appearances
You know how we do it at home or schoo' and purple syrup is
She got turned out quicker than my power steering did

I'ma show you how to get your shine on
(Get your shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song
(My song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone
(My phone)
Which one of y'all am I gon' take home?
(Take home)

I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk
(Club crunk)
Give 'em something that's gon' rattle their trunk
(Rattle their trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk
(Get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up

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Turn It Up [Nba Remix] - Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Title: Turn It Up [Nba Remix]
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Wesley Weston, Hakeem Seriki, Scott Storch

Lyric:
Yeah!
It's the name they say is running the game
Chamillitary mayne
Flip in the building!
So go ahead and hand over the torch
Super producer Scott Storch
And of course

I'ma show you how to get your shine on
(Get your shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song
(My song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone
(My phone)
Which one of y'all am I gon' take home?
(Take home)

I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk
(Club crunk)
Give 'em something that's gon' rattle their trunk
(Their trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk
(Get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up

Give me that million dollar beat
And let me show you what to do with it
Who that is?
That's the illest rapper choppin', screwin' it

Couldn't snatch the game is what they told me, so I'm provin' it
Put the truth in Texas with Scott Storch and you got you a hit
Hit and never miss rep yo click and throw 'em high
'Cause Chamillionaire's the answer to the game like Allen I
Middle fingaz to the sky, if they don't like that reply
?Cause any DJ that deny is a mother fu**** liar

So give the ladies what that want
Got 'em racin' to the front of the stage
To feel the bass and tell the DJ turn it up
(Turn it up)

Yeah Sound of Revenge saying Universal to get my plaques
Rappin's dead so I'ma bring it back
Like DJ's do when they hear my track
Check out my track record, they'll say I'ma track wrecka
Hotter than a black pepper now that I am back nigga
(He's Back)
You can't get mad if you feel that you ain't cap fit ya
Drop the biggest stats ever so don't let that **** hit ya

I'ma show you how to get your shine on
(Get your shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song
(My song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone
(My phone)
Which one of y'all am I gon' take home?
(Take home)

I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk
(Club crunk)
Give 'em something that's gon' rattle their trunk
(Rattle their trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk
(Get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up

When it's time to hit the club I let my chain hang
If they got clovers on they neck we in the same gang
I'm 20 deep in V.I.P. puffin' mary jane
Splinters still in my hand from my woodgrain

I got homies on the West who like to gangbang
And I got homies on the East who do the same thang
I told Johhny put 50 in my panky rang
5 karat diamond chain VVS is in it mayne

You know I rep the dirty dirty where they move cane
You know we mix purple stuff in that blue drank
Hpnotiq, big bodies with blue paint
We got Big Oomp spray, but it still stank

You a lame so yo dame playin' mind games
I'ma pimp so I stay in that mindframe
Niggaz talk shit until I let that nine bang
Me and Duke in that Maybach switchin' lanes

I'ma show you how to get your shine on
(Get your shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song
(My song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone
(My phone)
Which one of y'all am I gon' take home?
(Take home)

I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk
(Club crunk)
Give 'em something that's gon' rattle their trunk
(Rattle their trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk
(Get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up

Headed to the bar
(I'm headed to the bar)
You know I'm V.I.P.
(You know I'm V.I.P.)
And since you're rollin' with a star
(You're rollin' with a star)
You're V.I.P. with me
(Chamillitary)
Ha ha

Chamillitary the biggest threat to
Any of these rappers that thinkin' they doin' it
Who that is?
That's dem boyz from Texas that always do it big
Multi-colored diamonds got us shining they say our jew'ry sick
Houston got a problem and you don't want nuttin' to do wit it

Do ya, kid?
I ain't think so I'm tippin' slow
When my trunk is liftin' up look at the neons as they glow
Groupies never givin' up they be everywhere I go
When that elevator go up to my suite they there fo' sho'

Told me that she didn't care about my money, wasn't hearin' it
Looks can be deceiving as Chamillion paint appearances
You know how we do it at home or schoo' and purple syrup is
She got turned out quicker than my power steering did

I'ma show you how to get your shine on
(Get your shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song
(My song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone
(My phone)
Which one of y'all am I gon' take home?
(Take home)

I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk
(Club crunk)
Give 'em something that's gon' rattle their trunk
(Rattle their trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk
(Get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up

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Wedding Song - Lyrics - Sex, Love and Pain - Tank

Title: Wedding Song
Album: Sex, Love and Pain
Artist: Tank
Composer(s): Eric Dawkins, Antonio Dixon, Jason Edmonds, Harvey Jay Mason, Damon E Thomas

Lyric:
I just wanna sing my song

When I met you, you were like that perfect girl
Thought I'd never find that in my ghetto world

You never question my job
You never tore up my rent
You never spend up my money
You never scuffed up my chin

But one year later, I don't know who you be
And I can't take it, way you be mistreatin' me

And now you don't cook no more
And now you go through my phone
And now you spend up my money
And now you fuss all day long

This is my wedding song
If you feel me, sing along y'all
If I had known what I know
What I know, what I know right now
Things would be different now
And I wouldn't be standin' here

Singin' in my wedding song
We'd be somewhere gettin' it on
And we'd still be freakin' each other
I'd still be friends with your mother
Somehow it all went wrong

And now I'm standin' here
Singin' in my wedding song
Oh, my wedding song

Girl, you trippin', how you gon' say I done change?
Girl, you trippin' with that big ass wedding ring

Maybe I'm not always home
Maybe I leave up the seat
Maybe I don't always listen
Maybe I snore when I sleep

But I still loved you even with your attitude
And I still loved you, that's why I took care of you

Baby, I gave you two kids
Baby, I bought you this house
Baby, I changed up yo' life
Remember I kicked what's his name out

This is my wedding song
If you feel me sing along, y'all
If I had known what I know
What I know, what I know right now
Things would be different now
And I wouldn't be standin' here

Singin' in my wedding song
We'd be somewhere gettin' it on
And we'd still be freakin' each other
I'd still be friends with your mother
Somehow it all went wrong

And now I'm standin' here
Singin' in my wedding song
Oh, my wedding song

For better or for worse
That's what the preacher said
But I didn't think it'd get this bad
And I know I said 'I do'
But I'll be damned if I grow old with you

And you said you'll never change
But you did as soon as I gave you my last name
Girl, I can't believe there's no more you and me
Sad but there's just so it's gotta be, baby

This is my wedding song
If you feel me sing along, y'all
If I had known what I know
What I know, what I know right now
Things would be different now
And I wouldn't be standin' here

Singin' in my wedding song
We'd be somewhere gettin' it on
And we'd still be freakin' each other
I'd still be friends with your mother
Somehow it all went wrong

And now I'm standin' here
Singin' in my wedding song
Singin' in my wedding song

My wedding song song
My wedding song song
It's my wedding song song
It's my wedding song song

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Our Song - Lyrics - Taylor Swift - Taylor Swift

Title: Our Song
Album: Taylor Swift
Artist: Taylor Swift
Composer(s): Taylor Alison Swift

Lyric:
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart

I look around, turn the radio down
He says, ?Baby is something wrong??
I say, ?Nothing I was just thinking
How we don't have a song? and he says

Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again

I was walking up the front porch steps
After everything that day
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
And lost and thrown away

Got to the hallway, well, on my way
To my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note that said

Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again

I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song

'Cause our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on his window
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
'Cause it's late and his mama don't know

Our song is the way he laughs
The first date man, I didn't kiss him and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again
Play it again, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song

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Pull My Hair - Lyrics - Letting Off The Happiness - Bright Eyes

Title: Pull My Hair
Album: Letting Off The Happiness
Artist: Bright Eyes
Composer(s): Conor Oberst

Lyric:
Is the passion all gone?
Or is it still newly wed?
If all this heat's doing
Is making us stick to the bed
Then there is no life to revive

But if the hunger's still there
Buried somewhere inside
Covered up by the boredom
We've been trying to hide
Then dig it up and devour

And it seem more like a song
And less like it's math
If you pull on my hair
And bite me like that

And it seem more like a song
And less like it's math
If you pull on my hair
And bite me like that

And it seem more like a song
Yea more like a song

And the truth is that I can't hardly wait
I don't care if we stay up too late
Don't answer the phone
Don't answer the phone

And it seem more like a song
And less like it's math
If you pull on my hair
And bite me like that

And it seem more like a song
And less like it's math
If you pull on my hair
And bite me like that

And bite me like that
And bite me like, scratch me like that

And the truth is that I can't hardly wait
And it's so bad, I can't concentrate
Don't answer the phone
Don't answer the phone

And it seem more like a song
And less like it's math
If you pull on my hair
And bite me like that

It seem more like a song
And less like it's math
If you pull on my hair
And bite me like that

And bite me like that
Scratch me and bite me

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Z - Song Cry - Lyrics - The Blueprint - Jay

Title: Z - Song Cry
Album: The Blueprint
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, R Johnson, Douglas Gibbs, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
Get you all impossibly dirty
Get you all impossibly dirty
Sounds like a love song
Sounds like a love song

The most incredible baby
Uhh, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Yeah, yeah, uhh

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

Good dudes, I know you love me like cooked food
Even though a nigga gotta move like a crook move
We was together on the block since we lunch
We shoulda been together havin' 4 seasons brunch

We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather
So now we travel first class to change the forecast
Never in bunches, just me and you
I loved your point of view 'cause you held no punches

Still I left you for months on end
It's been months since I checked back in
Well, somewhere in a small town, somewhere lockin' a mall down
Woodgrain, four and change, armor all'd down

I can understand why you want a divorce now
Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it
Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with
But deep inside a nigga so sick

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta let the song cry

I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

On repeat, the CD of Big's, "Me and my bitch"
Watchin' Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin' to be that shit
Empty gun in your hand sayin', "Let me see that clip"
Shoppin' sprees, pull out your visa quick

A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip
You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6
We was so happy poor but when we got rich
That's when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped

Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit
Made me speed that quick, let me see, that's it
It was the cheese helped them bitches get amnesia quick
I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin' they love me

Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me
Then I showed up in that dubbed out buggy
And then they got fussy and they don't remember that
And I don't remember you

I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

Yeah, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes
But I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone
Word back home is that you had a special friend
So what was oh so special then?
You have given away without gettin' at me

That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me?
How was I to know that you was plain sick of me?
I know the way a nigga livin' was whack
But you don't get a nigga back like that

Shit I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that
You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that
You don't throw away what we had, just like that
I was just fuckin' them girls, I was gon' get right back

They say you can't turn a bad girl good
But once a good girl's goin' bad, she's gone forever
And more forever
Shit I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong forever

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta let the song cry

I know, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes
But I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

It's fucked up girl

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My First Born For A Song - Lyrics - Bell X1

Title: My First Born For A Song
Artist: Bell X1
Composer(s): Brian Patrick Crosby, Dave Brian Geraghty, Paul Anthony Noonan, Dominic Michael Phillips

Lyric:
Somewhere in this sea of Club Milks
Tea and ashtray, there is a song
I'm in the crow's nest with binoculars
Just waiting for one to come along

I've seen the flare so I know it's there
Has me tied up at a rate of knots
No navigation, global positioning
Just me and this midnight oil

So take me to your king
I hear he's the man to see
And I will cross his palm

My first born for a song
My first born for a song
My first born for a song
My first born for a song

Somewhere in this froth and howling wind
There's something worth singing
Climb into the attic to write me a classic
But it's not happening, it's just Christmas up here

Between the phone calls and text messages
The air must be thick with words, but not between us
Shoulder to grindstone, switching to manual
Keep the head down and I'll see you at the end

So take me to your king
I hear he's the man to see
And I will cross his palm

My first born for a song
My first born for a song
My first born for a song
My first born for a song

Take me to your king
I hear he's the man to see
And I will cross his palm
I will cross his palm
I will cross his palm

My first born for a song
My first born for a song
My first born for a song
My first born for a song

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Wrecking Hotel Rooms - Lyrics - Panic - Mxpx

Title: Wrecking Hotel Rooms
Album: Panic
Artist: Mxpx
Composer(s): Mike Herrera, Mark Hoppus

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Lyric:
I wrecked your hotel room, I crashed up the car
Slept in the gutter, I'm outside your door
Saw you through the key hole, down on your knees
There's really no reason to call the police

Do you hold the phone when you're alone?
Imagine that it rings then hold it to your ear
And wish that I was there to sing you off to sleep
Be with you in your dreams for the days I will be gone
I'll be there in your dreams and in this song

I know you don't know me 'cause we've never met
I'm not really crazy so don't get upset
I've got all these problems, none with solutions
Been in and out of some nice institutions

Do you hold the phone when you're alone?
Imagine that it rings then hold it to your ear
And wish that I was there to sing you off to sleep
Be with you in your dreams for the days I will be gone
I'll be there in your dreams and in this song
I'll be there in your dreams and in this song

Do you hold the phone when you're alone?
Imagine that it rings then hold it to your ear
And wish that I was there to sing you off to sleep
Be with you in your dreams for the days I will be gone
I'll be there in your dreams and in this song

I'll be there in your dreams and in this song
I'll be there in your dreams and in this song
I'll be there in your dreams and in this song
I'll be there in your dreams and in this song

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Robbery, Assault And Battery - Lyrics - A Trick Of The Tail - Genesis

Title: Robbery, Assault And Battery
Album: A Trick Of The Tail
Artist: Genesis
Composer(s): Phil Collins, Anthony Banks

Lyric:
The streets were deserted though the police were alerted
They considered the phone call a hoax
Furtively glancing, they jauntily prancing
The youth caught the guards unaware

Slipping between them, he ought to have seen the
The eyes and their owner so near
With torch shining bright he strode on in the night
Till he came to the room with the safe

"Hello son, I hope you're having fun"
"You've got it wrong, sir, I'm only the cleaner"
With that he fired, the other saying as he died
"You've done me wrong", it's the same old song forever, forever

Robbery, assault and battery
The felon and his felony
Robbery, assault and battery
The felon and his felony

He picked up the diamonds and bundles of fivers
He pushed them, well, down in his sack
But the alarm had been sounded, he was completely surrounded
But he had some more tricks up his sleeve

"Come outside with your hands held high"
"You'll not get me alive, sir, I promise you that, sir"
With that he fired, the other saying as he died
"You've done me wrong", it's the same old song forever, forever

Robbery, assault and battery
The felon and his felony
Robbery, assault and battery
The felon and his felony

"He's leaving via the roof, the bastard's got away
God always fights on the side of the bad man
Bad man, bad man, bad man"

I've got clean away but I'll be back some day
Just the combination will have changed
Some day they'll catch me, to a chain they'll attach me
Until that day I'll side the old crime wave

If they try to hold me for trial
I'll stay out of jail by paying my bail
And after I'll go to the court of appeal saying
"You've done me wrong", it's the same old song forever, forever

Done me wrong, same old song
Done me wrong, same old song
Done me wrong, same old song

Done me wrong, same old song
Done me wrong, same old song
Done me wrong, same old song

Done me wrong, same old song
Done me wrong, same old song
Done me wrong, same old song

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All Night Dancing - Lyrics - Lipps, Inc.

Title: All Night Dancing
Artist: Lipps, Inc.
Composer(s): Steven Greenberg

Lyric:
When you get the feelin? deep inside your bone
Dancin? is the thing to do
Step into the lights, it?ll take you to new heights
Dancin? is the thing that you do

Fantasize that you?re the greatest
Close your eyes an' make believe
You know you can do the latest dance
So dance with me, won?t you do it with me

All night dancin?
I think about it all day long
All night dancin?
Think about it all day long

You?re lookin? kinda hot, so jump into the spot
Shinin? bright somewhere above
Waitin? all day long just to hear your favorite song
Then dancin? to that beat that you love

Movin? like no other dancer
Sparks are flyin' off the floor
You can dance yourself, but I can only
Dance just a little bit more

All night dancin?
I think about it all day long
All night dancin?
Think about it all day long

When you get the feelin? deep inside your bone
Dancin? is the thing to do
You step into the lights, it?ll take you to new heights
Dancin? is the thing that you do

Fantasize that you?re the greatest
Close your eyes and make believe
You know you can do the latest dance
So dance with me, won?t you do it with me

All night dancin?
I think about it all day long
All night dancin?
Think about it all day long

All night dancin?
All night dancin?
All night dancin?
(Will you be there?)
All night dancin?
(Beside your phone)

All night dancin?
(Will you be there?)
All night dancin?
(Beside your phone)

All night dancin?
(Dancin?, all night dancin?)
(Will you be there?)
All night dancin?
(Dancin?, all night dancin?)
(Beside your phone)

All night dancin?
(Dancin?, all night dancin?)
(Will you be there?)
All night dancin?
(Dancin?, all night dancin?)
(Beside your phone)

All night dancin?
(Dancin?, all night dancin?)
(Will you be there?)
All night dancin?
(Dancin?, all night dancin?)
(Beside your phone)

All night dancin?
(Dancin?, all night dancin?)
(Will you be there?)
All night dancin?
(Dancin?, all night dancin?)
(Beside your phone)

When you get the feelin? deep inside your bone
Dancin? is the thing to do
You step into the lights, it?ll take you to new heights
Dancin? is the thing for you

Fantasize that you?re the greatest
Close your eyes and make believe
You know you can do the latest dance
So dance with me, won?t you do it with me

All night dancin?
I think about it all day long
All night dancin?
Think about it all day long

All night dancin?
All night dancin?
All night dancin?
(Will you be there?)
All night dancin?
(Beside your phone)

All night dancin?
(Will you be there?)
All night dancin?
(Beside your phone)

All night dancin?
(Dancin?, all night dancin?)
(Will you be there?)
All night dancin?
(Dancin?, all night dancin?)
(Beside your phone)

All night dancin?
(Dancin?, all night dancin?)
(Will you be there?)
All night dancin?
(Dancin?, all night dancin?)
(Beside your phone)

All night dancin?
(Dancin?, all night dancin?)
(Will you be there?)
All night dancin?
(Dancin?, all night dancin?)
(Beside your phone)

All night dancin?
(Dancin?, all night dancin?)
(Will you be there?)
All night dancin?
(Dancin?, all night dancin?)
(Beside your phone)

All night dancin?

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They'Re Playin' Our Song - Lyrics - Neal Mccoy

Title: They'Re Playin' Our Song
Artist: Neal Mccoy
Composer(s): John Jarrard, Mark D Sanders, Bob Dipiero

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Lyric:
Somebody's at the front door, I can hear 'em knockin'
Your mama's on the phone and she feels like talkin'
There's chicken on the barbecue, barbecuein'
Don't worry 'bout it baby just, drop what you're doing

'Cause they're playin' our song on the radio
Okay Mister D.J. and a way to go
A million watts of love power comin' on strong
Dance with me darlin', they're playin' our song

Oh, the house needs cleanin', the grass needs movin'
We both got places that we need to be goin'
Tomorrow's a big day, better get ready
But tonight it's just you and me, rockin' steady

'Cause they're playin' our song on the radio
Okay Mister D.J. and a way to go
A million watts of love power comin' on strong
Dance with me darlin', they're playin' our song

Yeah, they're playin' our song on the radio
Okay Mister D.J. and a way to go
A million watts of love power comin' on strong
Dance with me darlin', they're playin' our song

Yeah, they're playin' our song on the radio
Okay Mister D.J. and a way to go
A million watts of love power comin' on strong
Dance with me darlin', they're playin' our song

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Broken Freedom Song - Lyrics - Kris Kristofferson

Title: Broken Freedom Song
Artist: Kris Kristofferson
Composer(s): K Kristofferson

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Lyric:
Got a song about a soldier
Ridin' somewhere on a train
Empty sleeve pinned to his shoulder
And some pills to ease the pain

Started drinkin' in El Paso
He was drunk in Sa Antone
Tellin' strangers who were sleepin'
How he hated goin' home

Just a simple song of freedom
He was never fightin' for
No one's listenin' when you need 'em
Ain't no fun to sing that song no more

Got a song about a sister
Waitin' somewhere by the phone
For some man who never missed her
Ever since he come and gone

And its harder for a woman
With a baby on the way
That's the price of bein' human
When you're poor enough to pay

So she listens to the freedom
In the silence at her door
No one's missin' till you need 'em
Ain't no fun to sing that song no more

Got a song about a savior
Lookin' lonesome and afraid
At a city full of strangers
And a cross he never made

And he's sadder than he's wiser
And a longer way from home
And he wonders why his father
Left him bleeding and alone

Just a broken song of freedom
And the closing of a door
No one's missin' till you need 'em
Ain't no fun to sing that song no more

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A Linda Song - Lyrics - Barry Manilow

Title: A Linda Song
Artist: Barry Manilow
Composer(s): Barry Manilow, Enoch Anderson

Lyric:
He never wrote a song for Linda
He wrote as though he lived alone
He wrote of dreams that end of sad brave men
Inventing worlds he never known

But he never wrote a song for Linda
And she was right there all along
Loved him back to life when his luck ran low
But he never wrote a Linda song

He nearly broke his heart at writing
Linda kept him from despair
Standing by his side, through the hungry days
But he hardly seemed to see her there

And he never wrote a song for Linda
And she was right there all along
The one real thing in his crazy world
And he never wrote a Linda song

When the bills piled up couldn't pay
He couldn't dream no more
So he hitched a ride and he road away
And he left a note for Linda by the door, by the door

When times got rough he'd phone her
Once or twice she took the call
Then she changed her number and she turned her head
And Linda never looked back at all

He'll never write a song for Linda
And she was right there all along
All he knows, is no one understands
And he never wrote a Linda song
No he never wrote a Linda song

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Phone Song - Lyrics - Thicker Than Water - H2o

Title: Phone Song
Album: Thicker Than Water
Artist: H2o
Composer(s): Adam Blake, Todd Friend, Toby Morse, Todd Morse, Russell Pistachio

Lyric:
Sitting by myself at home
Waiting for a ring
I fight the urge to pick it up
So I can do my thing

I try to stay connected
To the lives of everyone
Tonight, I'm calling you
'Cause I got nothing better to do

I feel so alone
And I can't get off the phone
I hope you're not at home
'Cause I can't get off the phone

I know it's my obsession
But I see you got nothing better to do
I call because hearing is believing
And the only time I can't hear it ringing
Is when I'm singing

The phone is an extension
To my arm and mind
I talk, talk, talk to dusk, to dawn
'Cause all I got is time

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Aww S***! - Lyrics - Kelis Was Here - Kelis

Title: Aww S***!
Album: Kelis Was Here
Artist: Kelis
Composer(s): Shondrae L Crawford, Shanell Woodgett, Tamika Faye Means

Lyric:
Lookin' too fly walkin' to the bar
Niggas wanna stop, askin' who I are
Hands on my waist tryna find out
If I'm gonna flip off of one drink
And can he get down

I'm a rock hip-hop pop star
You check out the doe and the fast car
Never run from nothin' when I come through
Roll with the realest that can take out your whole crew

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
I can make a whole song talk shit!

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
I can make a whole song talk shit!

I don't like to dance to a slow song
You're too close and I can't get my groove on
Drop a beat and let a girl feel somethin'
I'm so gutter, watch my two-step do somethin'

Tippy-toes tip and make a mean walk
I ain't tryna listen to your big talk
High off my drink for the third time
Boy, come and get it
Watch me make these niggas fall in line

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
I can make a whole song talk shit!

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
I can make a whole song talk shit!

?Bout to head to the hills ?fore I pass out
Get my coat from the check ?fore I spaz out
Pull my whip to the front and I jump in
Catch a look comin' from the niggas in the black Benz

Red light and now they tryna hop in
(Remember when I was in school, I was your boyfriend?)
Got the tint so we never entertain those
Hungry-ass groupies on the phone like they got hoes

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
I can make a whole song talk shit!

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
I can make a whole song talk shit!

Now I'm feelin' mmm, mmm good
Eyes filled up with the bloodshots
Look like a lay-up with the lights out
Now he's tryna get a lick but I'm all gone

Keep, keep talkin'
Keep, keep talkin'
Keep, keep talkin'
Keep, keep talkin'

Who's this man who's not star?
Yet you wondering who I are
On track with rock hip-hop star, the pop star
Who the man behind hot bars?
Smoke, I'm soon to be popular

Now, where he from?
Is it my city, your city?
All you need to know, I come from a dope city
Never shoot the boys, still keep the dope Bentley
Taste to the kush with a chase of the Henny

And when I'm lookin' for a freak, really picky-picky
And if it smell icky, tell her pull up her Vickie's
But if it smell alright, I might do the licky-licky
Let you suck on my neck but, please, no hicky-hickies

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
I can make a whole song talk shit!

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
I can make a whole song talk shit!

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Rapgirl - Lyrics - Mc Lars Horris

Title: Rapgirl
Artist: Mc Lars Horris
Composer(s): Andrew R Nielsen

Lyric:
The following is an entirely fictional account
Any similarities between people living or dead
Is entirely coincidental
Just kidding

She fell from the sky
On a black October night
She wrote these funny songs
And everyone was tight

She asked me for advice
On jump starting her career
But I'm staring in her eyes
And she's talking in my ear

Suburban rap queen
I wrote this song for you
Suburban rap queen
What's a MC to do?

Suburban rap queen
Every Biggie needs a Kim
Suburban rap queen
Sometimes you lose sometimes you win

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Listen)
I like you a lot, you've got what it takes
To rock that Lars emo spot
Rapgirl, rapgirl

Check it
Now tell me what to do
When the playback is too quiet
And the song's already through?

This is called a break beat
It's the musical element hip-hop
Was founded upon back in 1969
Now that's educational

She fell from the sky with a superhero icon
We battled in the studio like, ?Hey, yo is this mic on??
I went down for the count, she went up on the beat
I told her she was hot because stuff like that is sweet

She attacked me with her similes like killer bees at a park
I came back with a metaphor, an angry great white shark
The bass line that she struck, threw me flat on my back
So I came back with a track in a lyrical attack

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Listen)
I like you a lot
You've got what it takes
To rock that Lars emo spot

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Yo)
Now tell me what to do
When the playback is too quiet
And the song's already through

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Look)
I like you a lot
You've got what it takes
To rock that Lars emo spot

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Yo)
Now tell me what to do
When the playback is too quiet
And the song's already through

Because girls are so confusing
And I guess they'll always be
I should become a monk
Resigned to celibacy

Then I'd never have to worry
About what a hug might mean
See these girls who want to be your friend
May be just what they seem

We had burritos in your dorm
And talked about ?Dizzy Rascal?
We wrote a song together
And recorded it and that's all

Romantic love
Is fear, of waking up alone
In Red Wood City with platonic
Voice mail on your phone

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Listen)
I like you a lot
(Yo)
You've got what it takes
To rock that Lars emo spot

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Hey)
Now tell me what to do
(What?)
When the playback is too quiet
And the song's already through

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Look)
I like you a lot
(Right)
You've got what it takes
To rock that Lars emo spot

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Yo)
Now tell me what to do
(When)

When the playback is too quiet
And the song's already through
Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Rapgirl, rapgirl)

Suburban rap queen
I wrote this song for you
Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Rapgirl, rapgirl)
Suburban rap queen
What's an MC to do?

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Rapgirl - Lyrics - The Graduate - Mc Lars

Title: Rapgirl
Album: The Graduate
Artist: Mc Lars
Composer(s): Andrew R Nielsen

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Lyric:
The following is an entirely fictional account
Any similarities between people living or dead
Is entirely coincidental
Just kidding

She fell from the sky
On a black October night
She wrote these funny songs
And everyone was tight

She asked me for advice
On jump starting her career
But I'm staring in her eyes
And she's talking in my ear

Suburban rap queen
I wrote this song for you
Suburban rap queen
What's a MC to do?

Suburban rap queen
Every Biggie needs a Kim
Suburban rap queen
Sometimes you lose sometimes you win

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Listen)
I like you a lot, you've got what it takes
To rock that Lars emo spot
Rapgirl, rapgirl

Check it
Now tell me what to do
When the playback is too quiet
And the song's already through?

This is called a break beat
It's the musical element hip-hop
Was founded upon back in 1969
Now that's educational

She fell from the sky with a superhero icon
We battled in the studio like, ?Hey, yo is this mic on??
I went down for the count, she went up on the beat
I told her she was hot because stuff like that is sweet

She attacked me with her similes like killer bees at a park
I came back with a metaphor, an angry great white shark
The bass line that she struck, threw me flat on my back
So I came back with a track in a lyrical attack

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Listen)
I like you a lot
You've got what it takes
To rock that Lars emo spot

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Yo)
Now tell me what to do
When the playback is too quiet
And the song's already through

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Look)
I like you a lot
You've got what it takes
To rock that Lars emo spot

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Yo)
Now tell me what to do
When the playback is too quiet
And the song's already through

Because girls are so confusing
And I guess they'll always be
I should become a monk
Resigned to celibacy

Then I'd never have to worry
About what a hug might mean
See these girls who want to be your friend
May be just what they seem

We had burritos in your dorm
And talked about ?Dizzy Rascal?
We wrote a song together
And recorded it and that's all

Romantic love
Is fear, of waking up alone
In Red Wood City with platonic
Voice mail on your phone

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Listen)
I like you a lot
(Yo)
You've got what it takes
To rock that Lars emo spot

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Hey)
Now tell me what to do
(What?)
When the playback is too quiet
And the song's already through

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Look)
I like you a lot
(Right)
You've got what it takes
To rock that Lars emo spot

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Yo)
Now tell me what to do
(When)

When the playback is too quiet
And the song's already through
Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Rapgirl, rapgirl)

Suburban rap queen
I wrote this song for you
Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Rapgirl, rapgirl)
Suburban rap queen
What's an MC to do?

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Never Too Late - Lyrics - Spearhead

Title: Never Too Late
Artist: Spearhead
Composer(s): Michael Franti, David Shul

Lyric:
Don't fear your best friends
Because a best friend
Will never try to do you wrong

And don't fear your worst friends
Because a worst friend's just a best friend
That's done you wrong

And don't fear the night time, no
Because the monster's know
That you're divine

And don't fear the sunshine
Because everything is better
In the summer time, summer time

And it's never too late
To start the day over
It's never too late
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone and call me

It's never too late
To lay your head down on my shoulders
It's never too late
To come on home, come on home

Don't fear the water, no
'Coz u can swim
Inside you within your skin

And don't fear your father
'Coz a father's just a boy
Without a friend

And don't fear to walk slow
Don't be a horse race
Be a marathon

And don't fear the long road
'Coz on a long road you got a long time
To sing a simple song, sing along

And it's never too late
To start the day over
It's never too late
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone and call me

It's never too late
To lay your head down on my shoulders
It's never too late
To come on home, come on home

I say yo, I say yo yo yo
I say yo, I say yo yo yo
I say yo, I say yo yo yo
I say yo, I say yo yo yo

Don't fear your teachers
'Coz if you listen
You can hear music in the school bell

And don't fear your preacher
If you can't find heaven
In a prison cell

And don't fear your own self
Paying money
To justify your worth

And don't fear your family
Because you chose them a long time
Before your birth, yes, you did

And it's never too late
To start the day over
It's never too late
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone and call me

It's never too late
To lay your head down on my shoulders
It's never too late
To come on home, come on home

I say it's never too late
To start the day over
It's never too late
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone and call me

It's never too late
To lay your head down on my shoulders
It's never too late
To come on home, come on home

Go to your children
Go to your children
Go to your children

Let him know
Let him know
Let him know

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Take It Slow - Lyrics - Shawnna

Title: Take It Slow
Artist: Shawnna
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Leonard Andre Williams, B Wilson, Rashawnna Guy, Terry Claude Love

Lyric:
Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast

Look, I got the feelin? you been feinin? my body
I see us leaving the party, now tell me what you gon? do?
Somebody told me you been thinkin? about me
And I been thinkin? it probably could be me on you

So come on, shawty, we could creep into the bed
Get into some more freaky shit
Then we could go back to the crib
Take a look at how I live, take a sip
Let me show you how deep it get

Now we could do it real fast, we could do it slow
I like it when he make it last 'till he gotta go
He like the way I move that ass then I make it poke out
Then smoked out the Jag then we on the roll

And took a ride down Lake Shore Drive, stay so high
Flippin? through the city, nigga [Incomprehensible]
Stay so fly, I could take your guy
'Cause they know I got the bomb and that ain't no lie

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I?ma

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I?ma

Look, I think I really need time to breathe
Because I know what we doin? ain't right
And he be on me every time I see him
Because he know me and dude ain't tight

He wanna see me in the middle of the night
Wanna fuck in the middle of the fight
We break up to make up but when we make love
He suck and he nibble and he bite

But I know I gotta chill 'cause now I'm seein? that it's real
That my dude checkin? all the phone bills just still
I know you got a girl who be all off in your grill
She be checkin? through your pages, stalkin? all at the crib, damn

Should of known what the shit might do
Fuckin? with a nigga like who
Go on in the Brans
Switchin? lanes in the midnight blue
So ya please gotta

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I?ma

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I?ma

Luda, Ludacris don't play when it come to the sex
If it get too fast I'ma take it
A little slower, then speed it back up like Shaqille O'Neil
The back board, I'll break it

Take it, never fake it, shake it
Run around my house butt naked
If you throw it good enough
Big daddy might buy your ass a tennis bracelet

'Cause I got so much doe
I don't know what to do with it
Plus I got so much dro
I roll it up and let you hit it

Lay back, way back, stay back
Like Puff take that, take that, take that
Young Bobby V and Ludacris and Shawnna
Will make you hit that playback
Like four times, I'll co-sign
You so fine, let me hit it one more time

'Cause I got that goody good
And I think I shouldy should
Pack ya with the woody wood
I'm just so hoody hood

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I?ma

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I?ma

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I?ma

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow

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