People As Places As People - Lyrics - We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank - Modest Mouse

Title: People As Places As People
Album: We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank
Artist: Modest Mouse
Composer(s): Eric Judy, Tom Peloso, Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green, Johnny Marr

Lyric:
To answer a question, it'll probably take more
If you're already there, well, you probably don't know
Well, we were the people that we wanted to know
And we're the places that we wanted to go

It's hard to get hold of and hard to let go
Always something we look for from the day we were born
Instead we're the people that we wanted to know
And we're the places that we wanted to go

Yeah, we're the places that we wanted to go
Yeah, we're the places that we wanted to go

Always asking a question and I don't want to know
Like the wind across strings that had finally let go
And the people you love but you didn't quite know
They're the places that you wanted to go

Bark at the neighbors and then bark at the dog
Sniffing the wind, whimpering for someone to know
But we were the people that we wanted to know
And we're the places that we wanted to go

Yeah, we're the places that we wanted to go
Yeah, we're the places that we wanted to go

It was not the intention, but we let it all go
Well, it messed up the function and sure fucked up the flow
I hardly have people that I needed to know
'Cause you're the people that I wanted to know

All this scrambling around, hunting high and then low
Looking for the face love or somewhere to go
I hardly have places that I need to go
'Cause you're the places that I wanted to go

Yeah, you're the places that we wanted to go
Yeah, you're the places that we wanted to go

You're the people that we wanted to know
Shouldn't have to ask, you shouldn't have to ask
'Cause we are your real place
You shouldn't

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Gots To Go - Lyrics - MTA2: Baptized In Dirty Water - David Banner

Title: Gots To Go
Album: MTA2: Baptized In Dirty Water
Artist: David Banner
Composer(s): L Crump, D Copeland, M Poye, Bernard Freeman

Lyric:
Ain't no tellin' where I might be
I got places to go and people to see
Ain't no tellin' where I end up
I got shows to rock and hoes to fuck
Ain't no tellin' where I might go
Coast to coast or just next door but I gots to go

Roll up on the tour bus, smokin' a blunt
Then heard a, duh duh duh duh, what cha baby mama want?
Nothin' but good fuckin', dick suckin', train runnin'
She lickin' on my nuts, cocked to her ear she hear me cummin'

Watchin' me go, she swallowed cum, you kissed the hoe
Tongue and lip, oh man, you really lickin' my ball
Heard you fucked, my baby, mama last night, nigga, no
But she did bring me no seeds, sticks, oh

I'm lyin' when come over cot lyin' in her draws
Nigga, all off in her draws, and that's your, baby, mother
If it makes you feel better
She's a good dick sucker

Ain't no tellin' where I might be
I got places to go, and people to see
Ain't no tellin' where I end up
I got shows to rock and hoes to fuck
Ain't no tellin' where I might go
Coast to coast or just next door but I got to go

My job takes me outta town, all expense paid
Wakin' up with a hangover two thousand miles away
Is seems easy weed, women and wine
Four hours of sleep is all you get now it's time

To tally hoe to the show, aiyyo, yo let it go
Bust through the door, rockin' dro and grab a hoe
And get back in the van with some titties in hand
Let her meet your new friend who's willing to spend

The whole night, another flight, another gig, another city
Touchin' on somebody's, baby, mama's titties
Niggas, in the lobby, wonderin', where their women are
Third floor having a lesbian bitch seminar

Can't get attached, I got a plane to catch
I wish, I coulda hit that, but I'll be back
Yo ain't no tellin' where I'm gonna be at
But you know I gotta go

Ain't no tellin' where I might be
I got places to go, and people to see
Ain't no tellin' where I end up
I got shows to rock and hoes to fuck
Ain't no tellin' where I might go
Coast to coast or just next door but I gots to go

Yeah, it's the game of the chili circuit, I might tendin' in it
I'm paper chasin' and rappin' but it ain't no synonym
My money ain't a game so I ain't worried 'bout winnin' it
I'm worried about makin' it, stackin' it and spendin' it

Ain't no pretending it dont make no world move
Same way you can't pretend my shit don't make your girl groove
See God work in mysterious ways, but I don't
And the devil will make a deal wit yo ass, but I won't

Now you can have the cleanest paint job on your truck
Six TVs, wood with leather seats stitched and tucked
The biggest chrome rims playa I dont give a fuck
If I holla at your bitch, guaranteed she gettin' fucked

You can yell and you can scream and you can fuss and you can fight
Like it's the worst night of your life to me it's just another night
I aint carin' 'bout your drama or breakin' up your home
You just a joke for the crew and material for a song Mayne

Ain't no tellin' where I might be
I got places to go, and people to see
Ain't no tellin' where I end up
I got shows to rock and hoes to fuck
Ain't no tellin' where I might go
Coast to coast or just next door but I gots to go

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Places To Go - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: Places To Go
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Marshall Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testing
Your should be stressin I'm gonna fuckin teach you a lesson
MAC 101's in session and lace the track that I'm blessin
Smith and western's, the weapon, in case you just guessing, these straight busters kept-in, kept-in
Watch the 22 spin , my hoe's a perfect 10
I got shot up but I got up and i'm back at it again
Motherfuckers they thought I wouldn't win, pretend to be friends
At first you fail, try, try, try, try again
I'm the best don't you get it, forget it, when I spit it, its crazy
You love it, admit it, you like it, I live it, its Shady
Aftermath in your ass bitch, if its not a classic
When it's dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered
Stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, your misses get drastic
Glock made out of plastic, cock-it and get blasted
Run nigga and stash it

I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

There is a genie in that bottle of that don-pari'on
I'm a drink till I get to that bitch in the morn
Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words
In the hood they feel my shit

Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper
Picture me starting shit, picture me busting my gat
Picture police man Dan gotta picture of that
Picture me being broke, picture me smokin a sack
Picture me comin up, picture me rich from rap
Picture me blowin up, now picture me going back
To my momma basement to live, shit, picture that
Where I'm from its a fact, you gotta watch your back
You wear a vest without a gat, use a target jack
Hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, crew are back
50 Cent, too much spent?, man I'm bent, I'm outta here

I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

Ha-ha
Man I aint going to jail
Not even to visit a nigga
You want to holla at me, you wright me
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard
In Montreal
Ha-ha-ha
Riding around in one of Dre's Farrari's nigga
Or matter a fact I might be in Detroit
Riding down 8 Mile road
You know, for one of them en-joints and shit
Ha-ha
Ya heard, I got place to go man
You know, Shady/Aftermath
We finished our print money
Puttin' our faces on this motherfuckin bill thug shit
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ain't seem to be doing much

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Places To Go - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Places To Go
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Marshall Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G Unit

I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin' you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin' you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testin'
Your should be stressin' up, I'm gonna fuckin' teach you a lesson
Mac 101's in session and lace the track that I'm blessin'
Smith and Wesson's, the weapon, in case you just guessing
(God damn)
These straight busters kept-in, kept-in my Benz, hop-in the end's
Watch the 22 spin , my hoe's they perfect 10
I got shot up but I got up and I'm back at it again

Motherfuckers they thought I wouldn't win, pretend to be friends
At first you fail, try, try, try, try again
I'm the best don't you get it, forget it, when I spit it, it's crazy
You love it, admit it, you like that I live it, it's Shady
Aftermath in your ass bitch, if it's not a classic
When it's dumped we trash it, so I got it mastered
Stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, when measures get drastic
Glock made out of plastic, cock-it aim it blast it, run nigga I'll stash it

I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin' you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin' you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

There is a Genie in that bottle of that Dom Perignon
I'm a drink till I get to that bitch 'em and dre
Introduce me to the burbs they gonna listen to my words
In the hood they feel my shit
(Break-it down)

Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper
Picture me startin' shit, picture me bustin' my gat
Picture police man they ain't gotta picture of that
Picture me bein' broke, picture me smokin' a sack
Picture me comin' up, picture me rich from rap
Picture me blowin' up, now picture me goin' back

To my momma basement to live, shit, picture that
Where I'm from it's a fact, you gotta watch your back
You wear a vest without a gatt, you'se a target Jack
Hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, crew are back
50 Cent, too much spent? Man I'm bent, I'm outta here

I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin' you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin' you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

Ha-ha
Man I ain't goin' to jail
Not even to visit a nigga
You want to holla at me, you wright me
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to sunset boulevard
In Montreal
Ha-ha-ha
Ridin' around in one of dre's Farrari's nigga
Or matter a fact I might be in detroit
Riding down 8 mile road

You know, for one of them en-joints and shit
Ha-ha
Ya heard, I got place to go man
You know, Shady,Aftermath
We finished our print money
Puttin' our faces on this motherfuckin' bill thug shit
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ain,t shit you can do 'bout it

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So Far To Go - Lyrics - Finding Forever - Common

Title: So Far To Go
Album: Finding Forever
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Christopher H Jasper, O'Kelly Isley, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, James Dewitt Yancey, Michael D'Angello Archer, Marvin Isley

Lyric:
I wanna get closer to you baby, ooh
You have come so far, you've got so far to go
You have come so far, you've got so far to go

Sweetheart, you know that you the most
Important, at least on the West coast, ha
I?m just trippin', there's something 'bout you though
You think different and understand how I flow

Got cribs on both coasts
But I?m a Chicago getter
You get down, but you ain't a gold digger
You got the soul with the figure to match

Your girlfriend said, "Yo that dude is a catch
Creative with the gifts plus he hit it from the back"
In places we ain't supposed to
We makin' music, baby you on the vocals

International lover, I never stay local
Go to places that you've never been
Beautiful outside, even better when it's in
You have arrived girl, you can come again, come on

You have come so far, you've got so far to go
Say it again
You have come so far, you've got so far to go
Hoo, yeah

You sexy, I know brothers try to spit to you
But I?m the only one that could get to you
Liftin' you, my drive is shiftin' you
I opened your freak, it's like a gift to you

I truly and thickly am thankful
Long as I?m in your town I'ma stay faithful
Ha, you know I can't escape you
No matter how far, you're still my star

You was there when Lamar try to steal my car
Snappin' with me, that's just how real you are
Sophisticated woman, you understand a man
You don't call all the time just to see where I am

Put a g in your hand, make sure you're livin' all right
Makin' love is me and I'ma give it all night
Turn over in the mornin', make it warmer and better
Long as we can be, we can come together, come on

You have come so far, you've got so far to go
I don't believe you heard me baby
You have come so far, you've got so far to go

Go on, go on baby
Go on, go on girl
Go on, go on
Go on baby, go on baby
Go on baby, go on baby
Go on

You have come so far, you've got so far to go
Know what I mean baby?
You have come so far, you've got so far to go

You have come so far, you've got so far to go
You have come so far, you've got so far to go

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Sheard - I'Ve Been Changed - Lyrics - Karen Clark

Title: Sheard - I'Ve Been Changed
Artist: Karen Clark
Composer(s): Walter Worth Milsap, Erick Walls, Harold Spencer Jr. Lilly, Karen Clark, Candice Nelson, Magdalene Ruth Millsap

Lyric:
Yeah, well, I wonder is there anybody out there been changed

Any other day, I wouldn't have dealt with this situation this way
There were a lot of things, I wanted to say but I
Thought about what would have happened if I let you get the best of me
No way and now I can truly say

I was a bird on the ground using my legs to get around
I was a piano out of tune but I've been turned around
Tell you how I know, places I used to go, I don't even go no more
'Cause I can fly now and the song, I play lets me know, I've been changed

Never mind what you've heard. I'm not the same
Somewhere, somehow, someway I reversed the way I do things
No it ain't worth all the tug of war with you to prove I'm stronger
I no longer stay to play and lose, now I am proud to say, it's true

I was a bird on the ground using my legs to get around
I was a piano out of tune but I've been turned around
Tell you how I know, places I used to go, I don't even go no more
'Cause I can fly now and the song, I play lets me know, I've been changed

Make no mistake about it, anyone could change
But it takes a strong mind to say that doing the right thing is okay
And now that I've decided to give up these ways
There's no turning back now
Now that I've found out I can overcome these things, oh

I was a bird on the ground using my legs to get around
I was a piano out of tune but I've been turned around
Tell you how I know, places I used to go, I don't even go no more
'Cause I can fly now and the song, I play let's me know, I've been changed

I was a bird on the ground using my legs to get around
I was a piano out of tune but I've been turned around
Tell you how I know, places I used to go, I don't even go no more
'Cause I can fly now and the song, I play let's me know, I've been changed

I was a bird on the ground using my legs to get around
I was a piano out of tune but I've been turned around
Tell you how I know, places I used to go, I don't even go no more
'Cause I can fly now and the song, I play let's me know, I've been changed

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Dark From The Dying - Lyrics - Aeronautics - Masterplan

Title: Dark From The Dying
Album: Aeronautics
Artist: Masterplan
Composer(s): Ulrich Kusch, Roland Grapow, Axel Mackenrott, Jorn Lande

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Lyric:
Under the moon, I'm a warrior
Seeking the shades of the night
Crossing the land like a hero
Marching with pain and delight

Nothing to gain but the scars inside
Cold is the mask and I'm sore from crying

I'm running blind in my shoes
I need places to go, I need things to feel
So I can find it in myself, something real to believe
I am ready to receive and I'm dark from the dying

After the storm silent water
Spirits must heal in the sun
But I am restless and aching with sorrow
Pushed without nowhere to run

Blind in my shoes
I need places to go, I need things to feel
So I can find it in myself something real to believe
I am ready to receive and I'm dark from the dying

I follow a trail between love and lies
Bring me changes and I'll sacrifice

Finding myself
I need places to go, I need things to see
Blind in my shoes
As I'm longing to see what is meant to be

Finding myself
I've got places to go, I've got things to see
And I'm dark from the dying
Sore from the crying

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American Girl - Lyrics - Chain Letter - Brooke Valentine

Title: American Girl
Album: Chain Letter
Artist: Brooke Valentine
Composer(s): Christian Karlsson, Felix Howard, Kanesha Brooks, Henrik Jonback, Derik Johnson, Pontus Winnberg

Lyric:
I'm watchin' day time TV
I'm young and I'm restless
I'm on no sunset beach
I'm burnin' up in here in Texas

Paranoia on day street
Not enough to eat
Too many burgers and these fries
Are makin' me crazy

It's kinda strange growin' up here
Never less safe but don't be afraid
You gotta take what you get here
'Cause nobodies gonna change their ways

Many places to travel in this world
No matter where I go I'm an American girl
This Disney World's your underworld
Try to escape it just face it you American girl

We all have the same dream
We wake up on a reality series
In a taxi cab confessing
We're having to much 'Sex in the City'

With our pre-paid cellular phones we call apartment homes
By the time we're 14 yeah were already grown
Where we'll end up from here well we don't really care
Well we tear up every thing, we still love to be here

Many places to travel in this world
No matter where I go I'm an American girl
Is this Disney Worlds your underworld
Try to escape it just face it you American girl

Many places to travel in this world
No matter where I go I'm an American girl
Is this Disney Worlds your underworld
Try to escape it just face it you American girl

From hooters to looters
We're drowning in beer
Your ruder I'm cruder
Your blurred and I'm clear

Your not helping me here
'Cause we're living in fear
I'm not judging you
But I'll push you and push you

Many places to travel in this world
No matter where I go I'm an American girl
Is this Disney Worlds your underworld
Try to escape it just face it you American girl

Many places to travel in this world
No matter where I go I'm an American girl
Is this Disney Worlds your underworld
Try to escape it just face it you American girl

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Compton 2 Fillmoe - Lyrics - Game

Title: Compton 2 Fillmoe
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Tom, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles

They can't cop what the bricks'll cost
But we stay in the lane to maintain in the 6 to floss
Leather gloves with the tips to toss
But the money was made from conversation had to clip the boss

Smash down at the V.I.P.
Street smarts is crucial for young niggaz in the CX-3
Drop Jag with the price to pay
'Cause the bags was heavy my chain swangin' like a ice capade

Got the feds lookin' twice this way
'Cause we shuffle the P's in different places that the [unverified] name
Compton to Fillmoe man the game is real
When you turn 15 get your stainless steel

Whole squad been trained to kill, we official
And switch to get rich now we after the meals
Hard times got cakes for 3
When it's havin' a bundle we break bread for the safe and flee nigga

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles

I got guns, guns, guns, guns, guns all over the club
We in V.I.P. strapped, security know that
25 deep, guns up under the throwback
That new R. Kelly shit sound like Bobby Womack

Black Wall Street in HURR, nigga where the hoes at
We got sour diesel, three cases of Hypnotiq
And more guns than the Nickerson Projects
Niggaz don't want beef with me
'Cause they know they gotta pay for talkin' shit but the sheets is free

And ain't nuttin' to shoot the club up
You don't want drama in this motherfucker throw them dubs up
Jacob got the wrists on chill
And N.W.A. chain glow like the memory of Ill Will
Relax your mind and let your drawers feel free
You're now rollin' to the sound of the Game and JT

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles

But you can't come with the rest of her friends
Cause you know I'm a boss and won't play cause she short on my ends
Make rounds from the back of the Benz
With the [unverified] that kid with frog eyes with the corners to bend

The things we go through I'm beatin' ya brains
Got some homies next do' and I picked up the Game
While they knockin' on the do' I get deep in ya dame
Gotta charge you a G just for speakin' my name

I'm not eatin' your chocha or payin' for the coach ma
I'm a pimp like 50, the nigga to leave you broke ma
6 in the mornin', you stretchin' on the sofa
Singin', "Ain't No Nigga" like Foxy Brown and Hova

I fuck 'em dogstyle with Billys and Novas
With or without chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the both of us
You know what it is, the gangster's back
And I keep my banger at where my chain hang at
I'm ghetto

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles

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Compton 2 Fillmore - Lyrics - Game

Title: Compton 2 Fillmore
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Tom, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles

They can't cop what the bricks'll cost
But we stay in the lane to maintain in the 6 to floss
Leather gloves with the tips to toss
But the money was made from conversation had to clip the boss

Smash down at the V.I.P.
Street smarts is crucial for young niggaz in the CX-3
Drop Jag with the price to pay
'Cause the bags was heavy my chain swangin' like a ice capade

Got the feds lookin' twice this way
'Cause we shuffle the P's in different places that the [unverified] name
Compton to Fillmoe man the game is real
When you turn 15 get your stainless steel

Whole squad been trained to kill, we official
And switch to get rich now we after the meals
Hard times got cakes for 3
When it's havin' a bundle we break bread for the safe and flee nigga

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles

I got guns, guns, guns, guns, guns all over the club
We in V.I.P. strapped, security know that
25 deep, guns up under the throwback
That new R. Kelly shit sound like Bobby Womack

Black Wall Street in HURR, nigga where the hoes at
We got sour diesel, three cases of Hypnotiq
And more guns than the Nickerson Projects
Niggaz don't want beef with me
'Cause they know they gotta pay for talkin' shit but the sheets is free

And ain't nuttin' to shoot the club up
You don't want drama in this motherfucker throw them dubs up
Jacob got the wrists on chill
And N.W.A. chain glow like the memory of Ill Will
Relax your mind and let your drawers feel free
You're now rollin' to the sound of the Game and JT

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles

But you can't come with the rest of her friends
Cause you know I'm a boss and won't play cause she short on my ends
Make rounds from the back of the Benz
With the [unverified] that kid with frog eyes with the corners to bend

The things we go through I'm beatin' ya brains
Got some homies next do' and I picked up the Game
While they knockin' on the do' I get deep in ya dame
Gotta charge you a G just for speakin' my name

I'm not eatin' your chocha or payin' for the coach ma
I'm a pimp like 50, the nigga to leave you broke ma
6 in the mornin', you stretchin' on the sofa
Singin', "Ain't No Nigga" like Foxy Brown and Hova

I fuck 'em dogstyle with Billys and Novas
With or without chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the both of us
You know what it is, the gangster's back
And I keep my banger at where my chain hang at
I'm ghetto

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles

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Z - Do U Wanna Ride - Lyrics - Kingdom Come - Jay

Title: Z - Do U Wanna Ride
Album: Kingdom Come
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, John Legend, Kanye Omari West

Lyric:
This is the operator with a collect call from Emory Jones
To accept the charges, press '1' now

Emory, what up? Told you I ain't too good
With writin' letters and all
I don't even write rhymes, but what I will do
I'ma send you this opus scribed through the airwaves
Vibe with me

I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
Do u wanna ride with me?
Do u wanna ride with me?

You know why they call 'The Projects' a project
Because it's a project
An experiment, where in it, only it's objects
And the object for us, to explore our prospects
Sidestep cops on the way to the top, yes

As kids we would daydream, sittin' on our steps
Pointin' at cars like, ?Yeah, that's our sex?
Hustlers, prophets made our eyes stretch
Swanson got the spot, *** we started our trek

Some of us made it, most of us digressed
In the name of those who ain't made it my progress
Show success, please live through me
See, I'm the eyes for Emory, keep him alive

This is a collect call, so every time I press '5'
All he wanna hear is his boy talk fly
Up in the fence and still holdin' his head
So when he hits the streets, he gon' eat through this bread
Now let's ride

I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
Do u wanna ride with me?
Do u wanna ride with me?

International Hov, I told you so
Forty 40's out in Tokyo
Singapore, all this from singin' songs
Comin' up though, we thought slingin' ***

Was the end all be all of bein' rich, didn't we?
Little did I know my mo' potent delivery
Would deliver me, kingpin of the inkpen
Monster of the double entendre, Coke is still my sponsor

Heh, the Cola, yeah
Hova still gettin' it in with soda
Diet, no sir, I ain't lose no weight
Started from the crates, now I'm sittin' on a whole case

Since they got you sittin' on that old case
Our dreams is on hold like Tivo
So I can't wait 'til you get your date
I got some tin plates outside of the gate
We gon' ride

I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
Do u wanna ride with me?
Do u wanna ride with me?

Now me and my lil' mama, Kita and Tata
Juan and Dez out in San Tropez
Jay round in Gabana, sneakin' m***
You know that Mary J. give you 'No More Drama'

Lost a couple friends this whole *** got weird
When you get home, you know your spot's reserved, ya heard?
I put my *** on, my *** put they *** on
Now we all somewhere fun, chillin' in the sun
I ain't forget you, cousin, hehe

Yeah, *** y'all can wear sneakers
On the beach if you want to
Y'all *** come and c'mon, playin' money marathon
My young'n is LeBron

I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
Do u wanna ride with me?
Do u wanna ride with me?

Let me get mellow on this *** right here
White paper though
Can't even *** with those ***
White paper, baby, old school ***
Smooth it out, Young H.O., Henry Jones
Word to my momma, we livin'

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2 Words - Lyrics - Kanye West

Title: 2 Words
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Leslie Pridgen, Dante Smith, Kanye West, Ricardo Wilson, Carlos Delano Wilson, Louis B Wilson

Lyric:
We in the streets playa, getcha mail
It's only two places you'll end up
Either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go

Now throw ya hands up
Bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go

Two words, United States, no love, no brakes
Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, black folks
Big Macs, fat folks, ecstasy capsules
Presidential scandals, everybody move

Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this
Game ball, lock shit, dump off, cock shit
We won't stop shit, everybody move

Two words, BK , NY, Bedstuy
Two hawks, too hungry, too many, that's why
These streets know game, can't ball, don't play
Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody move

Two words, Mos Def, black check, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this
Game point lock, long pump cocked
We won't stop, everybody move

Now throw ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Throw your hands up high)
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go

And keep ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Till they reach the sky)
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go

Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, South side, world wide
'Cuz I rep that, till I fuckin' die
One neck, two chains, one waist, two gats
One wall, twenty plaques, dudes say, "Gimme that"

I am limelight, Blueprint, 5 Mics
Go get his rhyme like, shoulda been signed twice
Most imitated, Grammy nominated
Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, prom dated

Barbershop, playa hated, mom and pop, bootlegged it
Felt like it rained till the roof caved in
Two words, Chi town, raised me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"

Screamin', "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be
I can't let 'em change me
'Cuz on Judgment Day, you gon' blame me

Look God, it's the same me
I basically know now we could racially profile
(Throw your hands up high)
Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and hoe down
Plus I got a whole city to hold down
From the bottom to the top, so only place to go down

And keep ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Till they reach the sky)
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go

Two words, Freeway, two letters, A R
Turn y'all rap niggaz into two words, fast runners
Like Jackie Jurner, you better sleep with your burner
The heat skeet, blow a reef through ya car

My God, two words, no guns, break arms
Break necks, break backs, Steven Seagul
Free young bars, fresh men of the Roc
Left the beef in the pot, Jay sent for his dogs

And broads, forget ya squad, let 'em find for yourself
Have you screamin' out four words 'Send for the Lord'
Two words, Freeway's slightly retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad

Throw your hands up
(Red, white, blue, black)
Throw your hands up
(Calm down, move back)

Throw your hands up
(Motherfuckers askin', ?who is that??)
Throw your hands up
(You know it's the almighty, mighty Johnny Jack)

Throw your hands up
(Mos Def, K West)
Throw your hands up
(There go people, get this shit off ya chest)

Throw your hands up
(North to the south, to the east, to the west)
Throw your hands up
(We got that concert, it was no contest)

High an' show it to 'em like

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Not Letting Him Go - Lyrics - The Way We Do - Isyss

Title: Not Letting Him Go
Album: The Way We Do
Artist: Isyss
Composer(s): Kevin Briggs, Patrice Stewart

Lyric:
No girl my man
He don't have a million dollars in his hand
And he don't have a eighty thousand-dollar Benz
But he does for me not like all the majority
(Who) don't have a three story plushed-out pad
Living on a hill even if he drove a cab
I would ride with him and he would still
Be my boyfriend (neva)

Neva owned a drop top or any diamond rings
Don't ride no yachts and those expensive things
Neva seen a big mansion and no private planes
But he has my heart
Neva slept in a Four Seasons suite in France
And he doesn't have any high rolling friends
But he has his twenty-inch chromed-out rims
To add to my heart

No my man don't drive any Bentleys
Works a nine ta five to make ends meet
But faithfully steadily going to places
I'm not lettin' him go
No my man don't drive any Bentleys
Works a nine ta five to make ends meet
But faithfully steadily going to places
I'm not lettin' him go nowhere

Love him from head to toe
And he spends quality time with me though
And he plays ball on the weekend with his folks
And he rubs my feet
When I get off from work
Sometimes we fight
And have arguments from time to time
But when we make up
It feels so right
'Cause he is for me and I am here for him oh baby

Neva owned a drop top or any diamond rings
Don't ride no yachts and those expensive things
Neva seen a big mansion and no private planes
But he has my heart
Neva slept in a Four Seasons suite in France
And he doesn't have any high rolling friends
But he has his twenty-inch chromed-out rims
To add to my heart

No my man don't drive any Bentleys
Works a nine ta five to make ends meet
But faithfully steadily going to places
I'm not lettin' him go
No my man don't drive any Bentleys
Works a nine ta five to make ends meet
But faithfully steadily going to places
I'm not lettin' him go nowhere

I'm satisfied and so content
Stayin' here with my man
I have no need to search for a new I got a man
I'm overjoyed when folks see me out there
With him
So happily I feel complete
Together for the rest of our lives

No my man don't drive any Bentleys
Works a nine ta five to make ends meet
But faithfully steadily going to places
I'm not lettin' him go
No my man don't drive any Bentleys
Works a nine ta five to make ends meet
But faithfully steadily going to places
I'm not lettin' him go nowhere

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Two Words - Lyrics - College Dropout - Kanye West

Title: Two Words
Album: College Dropout
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Leslie Pridgen, Dante Smith, Kanye West, Ricardo Wilson, Carlos Delano Wilson, Louis B Wilson

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Lyric:
We in the streets playa, getcha mail
It's only two places you'll end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go

Now throw ya hands up
Hustlers, bustas, boostas, hoes
Everybody fuck that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go

Listen, two words, United States, no love, no brakes
Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, black folks
Big Macs, fat folks, ecstasy capsules
Presidential scandals, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this
Game ball, lock shit, dump off, cock shit
We won't stop shit, everybody move

Two words, BK, NY, bedstuy
Two hard, too hungry, too many, that's why
These streets know game, can't ball, don't play
Every traffic, one lane, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, black jack, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this
Game point lock, long pump cocked
We won't stop, everybody move

Now throw ya hands up
Hustlers, bustas, boostas, hoes
Everybody fuck that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go

And keep ya hands up
Hustlers, bustas, boostas, hoes
Everybody fuck that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go

Aye yo, two words, Chi town, South side, world wide
'Cause I rep that till I fuckin' die
One neck, two chains, one waist, two gats
One wall, twenty plaques, dudes say, "Gimme that"
I am limelight, Blueprint, 5 Mics
Go get his rhyme like shoulda been signed twice
Most imitated, Grammy nominated
Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, prom dated

Barbershop, playa hated, mom and pop, bootlegged it
Felt like it rained till the roof caved in
Two words, Chi town, raised me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screamin', "Jesus save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause on Judgment Day you gon' blame me
Look God, it's the same me
And I basically know now, we get racially profiled
Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and hoe down
Plus I got a whole city to hold down
From the bottom so the top's the only place to go now

Now throw ya hands up
Hustlers, bustas, boostas, hoes
Everybody fuck that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go

Two words, Freeway, two letters, A R
Turn y'all rap niggaz into two words, fast runners
Like Jackie Jurner, you better sleep with your burner
The heat skeet, blow a reef through ya car
My God, two words, no guns, break arms
Break necks, break backs, Steven Segal
Free young bars, fresh men of the Roc
Left the beef in the pot Jay sent for his dogs
And broads, forget ya squad, let 'em fend for yourself
Have you screamin' out four words, "Send for the Lord"
Two words, freeway's slightly retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad

Red, white
Blue, black
Calm down
Move back
Motherfuckers askin'
Who is that?
You know it's the
Almighty, mighty Blackjack

Mos Def
K West
There go people
Get this shit off ya chest
North to the south
To the east, to the west
Blackjack, Johnson
It's no contest

An' show it to 'em like
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Cutie - Lyrics - Jamelia

Title: Cutie
Artist: Jamelia
Composer(s): Jamelia Davis, Colin Emmanuel

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Lyric:
Yo, yo, yo, yo, cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

I been checkin' you out, boy, without a doubt
You got my attention, you are cutie
Pullin' over my ride, just to be by your side
Just a minute of your time is all I need, cutie

Baby, your smile is amazin', your body is blazin'
Gon' be chasin' to make you my cutie
So honey, take this piece of paper
Write down your numba, I'll call ya, is that cool, cutie?

Yo, yo, yo, yo cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

Boy, if ya new in town, come let me show you around
'Cos you don't have to be a lonely, cutie
Here's my number at home, call me when you're alone
You can store it in your phone numbers, cutie

I can see in your eyes, I'm the kinda girl that you like
Smilin' 'cos you know that I'm right, cutie
The way you work your thang
Make a sista wanna buy you a ring, go and get it

Yo, yo, yo, yo cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

Let me break this down

I wanna know ya, take ya out to eat
How you feel 'bout switchin' clothes with me?
Yo, let me chase ya, boy, till you fall for me
Jump in the coupe, boy, come take a ride wid me

I'll take ya places honey, you only dream of
I can show you how it feels to have a real love
I wanna brag about ya, make ya so happy
I got ya speakin' in another language, come on, daddy

Yo, yo, yo, yo, cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

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The Hit - Lyrics - Power Of The Dollar - 50 Cent

Title: The Hit
Album: Power Of The Dollar
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Keith Everette Horne, Curtis James Jackson

Lyric:
Uh uh uh uh uh uh

I change places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this

The only thing hotter than my flow is the block, inhale and exhale
That's why I left this snow biz and got into show biz
Let's get this clear, it ain't on 'til I say it's on, pause, it's on
I'm eatin', y'all niggas fastin' like it's Rimadon

Bowlish way in Lebanon, know 50 the bomb
I be at the edge of the bar, sippin' a Don
I keep the bottle just in case, you never know when it's on
This worries bump, I can't go wrong, my team's too strong

You want war? I take you to war, now that my money long
Why you broke? Cat's buy the by lines and fantasize
The way I'm spittin', put TV's in everything I'm sittin'
While I'm hot to death, I'm gonna say this to all you playa haters
Y'all should hate the game, not the playas, c'mon

I change places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this

I change places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this

Everyday is bugged, niggas'll come to a club
To try to show you they a thug, instead of showing some love
Now, what you think you chump me, if I let you bump me
When I'm about to make a mill, faster than you make a G, ha ha

I know I lie, it's a habit, I vow to clean the city like the mayor
And in the crack game, I'm a franchise player
Niggas be thinkin' I be out to lunch with mines
Then in crunch time, I start hittin' 'em hard with punch lines

You cats got to be sick to think 50 can't spit
Better check my batting average, I always make hits
My flows leave these rap cats ketro, ketro all across the metro, metro
Plus I pack a cannon, up under my marple cannon

They fake, they look like money but ain't worth half the cake
Have me runnin' from Jake, in a GS with bad brakes
They want to knock me take for Christ sakes

50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this
I change places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this

I change places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this

Yo son, remember them fake playas
Who try to play us at The Shark Club in Vegas
Had them tight linen blazers and beat up gators
Lookin' like last year's playas, pause

Yeah, I could tell they dough was low
When we came through the do'
I copped a case of Cristal and copped one bottle of Mo
From the looking through face and the bulge in his waist, he holdin'

Yeah he's packin', I can see his rack
The one in the middle, he a big man, I dealt with him son
Yeah, so I expect look like they ain't had a run since ' 81
They ain't here on a hunt for food

So they could catch you, some cash and expensive jewels
I'm gonna crash 'em with this bottle if he move
I ain't the one son, my shit ain't come easy
It won't go easy, believe me

I change places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this

I change places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this

I change places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this

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Sweet Love - Lyrics - Part III - 112

Title: Sweet Love
Album: Part III
Artist: 112
Composer(s): C Sills, M Scandrick, J Boyd, D Jones, M Keith, Q Parker

Lyric:
Girl I want your body close
You on top of me
Can you feel it
I'm gonna make your body drip all over me
Baby me inside of you

So take off all your clothes and throw them on the floor
You won't need them
'Cause I'm gonna give you every little thing you need and more
Let me tell you what I wanna do

I wanna make love, sweet love
All night long to the rising of the sun
Bring your body close to mine and it feels so right
Don't let go of me

I wanna make love, sweet love
All night long to the rising of the sun
Bring your body close to mine and it feels so right
Don't let go of me

Baby, I can give it to you any way you like it
You just let me know
I'm giving you the key so you can drive me fast or slow
'Cause on this ride of love
We're gonna go to places you and I ain't never been before

Baby, imagine me kissing all over you your body's trembling
I know your feeling me
Oh, now it's getting serious and I'm tired of being curious
Girl my body is filled with lust
I can't take it no more
I am about to explode

I wanna make love, sweet love
All night long to the rising of the sun
Bring your body close to mine and it feels so right
Don't let go of me

I wanna make love, sweet love
All night long to the rising of the sun
Bring your body close to mine and it feels so right
Don't let go of me

I wanna make love, sweet love
All night long to the rising of the sun
Bring your body close to mine and it feels so right
Don't let go of me

I wanna make love, sweet love
All night long to the rising of the sun
Bring your body close to mine and it feels so right
Don't let go of me

Girl, the chemistry between us I can't explain
I love to hear you call my name
I can see it in your eyes that you want me too
Don't you be afraid of what I'm gonna do to you

Girl, the tears you cry are out of happiness
Pleasure instead of loneliness
Every single part of me inside of you
Pleasing you, teasing you
Making sweet love

I wanna make love, sweet love
All night long to the rising of the sun
Bring your body close to mine and it feels so right
Don't let go of me

I wanna make love, sweet love
All night long to the rising of the sun
Bring your body close to mine and it feels so right
Don't let go of me

I wanna make love, sweet love
All night long to the rising of the sun
Bring your body close to mine and it feels so right
Don't let go of me

I wanna make love, sweet love
All night long to the rising of the sun
Bring your body close to mine and it feels so right
Don't let go of me

I wanna make love, sweet love
All night long to the rising of the sun
Bring your body close to mine and it feels so right
Don't let go of me

I wanna make love, sweet love
All night long to the rising of the sun
Bring your body close to mine and it feels so right
Don't let go of me

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