Pull Up The People - Lyrics - Arular - M.I.A.

Title: Pull Up The People
Album: Arular
Artist: M.I.A.
Composer(s): Maya Arulpragasam, Brucker Paul Byrne, Dave Taylor

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Lyric:
M.I.A.
M.I.A.
M.I.A.

Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor

Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the poor, pull up the poor

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang

Yeah, we got God now we got you
Everyday thinkin' bout how we get through
Everything I own is on IOU
But I'm here bringing y'all something new

You no like the people they no like you
Then they gonna set it off with a big boom
Son in a battle is a son and daughter too
Why you wanna talk about who done who
Why you wanna talk about

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang

Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor

Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the poor, pull up the poor

I'm a fighter, fighter god
I'm a soldier on that road
I'm a fighter, a nice nice fighter
I'm a soldier on that road

Bring me the reaper, bring me the lawyer
I'm a fighter I'll take 'em on
You treat me like a killer, I ain't never hate ya
I'm a soldier on that road

I'm a fighter, fighter god
I'm a soldier on that road
I'm a fighter, a nice nice fighter
I'm a soldier on that road

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang, bang, bang

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang, bang, bang

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang

Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor

Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor

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Breathe In Breathe Out - Lyrics - College Dropout - Kanye West

Title: Breathe In Breathe Out
Album: College Dropout
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Brian Miller, Kanye West

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Lyric:
Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out
Girls go wild and pull ya deez out

Breathe in, breathe out
Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out
If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out
When I pull the piece out niggas like "Peace out"

Golly, more of that bullshit ice rap
I got to 'pologize to Mos and Kweli, probably
But is it cool to rap about gold
If I told the world I copped it from Ghana and Mali

First nigga with a Benz and a backpack
Ice chain, Cardi lens, and a knapsack
Always said if I rapped I'd say somethin' significant
But now I'm rappin' 'bout money, hoes, and rims again

And it's still about the Benjamins
Big faced hundreds and whatever other synonyms
Strippers named Cinnamon
More chips than Pentium

What'cha gon' buy next? Whatever new trend it is
I'm tryin' to spend my stacks
And I'm so broke I look back like "Damn, was I on crack?"
I mean twelve Platinum chains, was I on that?
What the hell was wrong with me dog? Sing along with my y'all

Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out
Girls go wild and pull ya deez out

Breathe in, breathe out
Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out
If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out
When I pull the piece out niggas like "Peace out"

Now even though I went to college and dropped out of school quick
I always had a Ph.D, a Pretty Huge Dick
Ladies tired of gettin' ripped off by guys like this
And givin' head is like 'Oh well, the shoes and the toothpick'

Well, I'm in the club for a limited time
Act now and get some action for free 99
Later on I might charge for menage
Heard her man was the boss of the floss

But she still want to toss me the drawers
And it ain't gon' cost me because she my caddy
'Cuz she grabbed my golf balls in the club
And I'm still actin' calm than a mug

She asked "Can you drive me and the hunnies
To where my Altima was?"
While we drive she tellin' me 'bout problems with her man
Baby, I fully understand, let me help you with a plan
While he trickin' off, don't get no rich nigga
Give me some head, that'll really piss him off

Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out
Girls go wild and pull ya deez out

Breathe in, breathe out
Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out
If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out
When I pull the piece out niggas like "Peace out"

I blow past low class niggas with no cash
In the fo' dash six, bitch you can go ask
So when I go fast popo just laugh
Right until I run out of gas or 'til I go crash

Whatever comes first I'm prepared for the worst
Whatever comes second I'll be there with my weapon
Pullin' up in the Lexuses one on both hand
So I guess them GSes was ambidextrous

Coulda sworn her breasteses was sendin' me messages
"K I need a free hand mammogram
I got weed, drink, and a Handicam
All of which is legal in Amsterdam"

So say my name like Candyman
And I'ma come and fix you up like the handyman
But if you don't need a fix, girl you gotta leave
You can't take that all at one time ya gotta breathe

Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out
Girls go wild and pull ya deez out

Breathe in, breathe out
Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out
If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out
When I pull the piece out niggas like "Peace out"

"Can you say Chi city?"
"Can you say Chi city?"
"Can you say Chi city?"
"Can you say Chi city?"
"Can you say Chi city?"
"Can you say Chi city?"

Chi city
Chi city
Chi city
...

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Pull Myself Away - Lyrics - Irish Son - Brian Mcfadden

Title: Pull Myself Away
Album: Irish Son
Artist: Brian Mcfadden
Composer(s): Writer Unknown Guy Chambers, Brian Mcfadden

Lyric:
Found myself magnetized
My senses they were hypnotized
Everything was drawing to you
I lost all sense of time
The everyday was pushed aside
Even though I've so much to lose

You have tried to open up my eyes
You don't mean a word you say

Can't pull myself away
Can't pull myself away
Can't pull myself away

Now I'm on a danger list
The thief of love, it's everest
How can I have such a selfish heart?
Like the river needs the rain
I've come to drink your words again
That could come to blow my world apart

You can try to fix it with a lie
You don't mean a word you say

Can't pull myself away
Can't pull myself away
Can't pull myself away
Can't pull myself away

Oh, what a beautiful way to go
What a beautiful way to go
What beautiful way to go

Something I will never do
Is be a cause of pain for you
I should just forget it all today

Drawn in to you, I can't seem to
Pull myself away
I hear you calling as I'm falling
Can't pull myself away

Drawn in to you, I can't seem to
Pull myself away
I hear you calling as I'm falling
Can't pull myself away

Can't pull myself away
(Drawn in to you, I can't seem to)
Can't pull myself away
(Pull myself away)

Can't pull myself away
(I hear you calling as I'm falling)
Can't pull myself away
(Can't pull myself away)
Can't pull myself away

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Push Pull - Lyrics - Cut The Crap - Jackyl

Title: Push Pull
Album: Cut The Crap
Artist: Jackyl
Composer(s): Jesse James Dupree

Lyric:
Standin' in a pile of shit
I come out smellin' like a rose
Touch 'n luck right on the nose
Everybody knows that I got to bust a move
Got to make it smooth, got to find the groove, yeah

Love can drown ya, what's a boy to do
If we start to touch on something new
And if you spring a leak or two
Should I stick my lovin'
Can I stick my lovin' in you

Push pull
Push pull
Push pull
Push pull
Push pull

You are my every frustration
You feel the need to control
I wanna feel your every ripple
I wanna feed your inner soul

Love can drown ya, what's a boy to do
If we start to touch on something new
And if you spring a leak or two
Should I stick my lovin'
Can I stick my lovin' in you

Push you

Can you feel the fire
Or can you feel the flame
I put the fire to shame
I put the fire to shame
I put the fire to shame

Push pull
Push pull
Push pull
Push pull

Push pull
Push pull
Push pull
Push pull

Push pull
Push pull
Push pull
Push pull

Love can drown ya, what's a boy to do
If we start to touch on something new
And if you spring a leak or two
Can I stick my finger

Love can drown ya, what's a boy to do
If we start to touch on something new
And if you spring a leak or two
Should I stick my lovin'
Can I stick my lovin', can I stick my lovin'
Can I stick my lovin' in you

Can't quite finger it out

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Pull Up To The Bumper - Lyrics - Grace Jones

Title: Pull Up To The Bumper
Artist: Grace Jones
Composer(s): Dana Mano, Sly Dunbar, Grace Jones, Robbie Shakespeare

Lyric:
Driving down those city streets
Waiting to get down
Won?t you take your big machine
Somewhere in this town?

Now in the parking lot garage
I found a proper place
Just follow all the written rules
You?ll fit into the space

Pull up to my bumper, baby
In your long black limousine
Pull up to my bumper, baby
And drive it in between

Pull up to it, don?t drive through it
Back it up twice, now that fit?s nice

Operate around the clock
Slow it if you come in?
I?ve got lot?s of space for everyone
One for you my friend?

My lines are short, I?ll fix you up
So won?t you please come on
Shiny sleek machine, you wheeled
I?ve got to blow your horn

Pull up to my bumper, baby
In your long black limousine
Just pull up to my bumper, baby
And drive it in between

Pull up to it and don?t drive through it
Back it up twice, now that fits nice
Race it, straighten it, let me lubricate it

Pull up to my bumper
Pull up to my bumper
Pull up to my bumper
Pull up to my bumper

Pull up to my bumper, baby
Pull up to my bumper, baby
Pull up to my bumper
Pull up to my bumper
Pull up to, pull up to my bumper

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Hold Down The Fort - Lyrics - Juvenile Hell - Mobb Deep

Title: Hold Down The Fort
Album: Juvenile Hell
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson

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Lyric:
Yeah, we gotta hold down the fort
We gotta hold down the block
We gotta hold down the fort
We gotta hold down the fort, check it

Nineteen-ninety motherfuckin' three, right?
What's your new year's resolution motherfucker?
Check this out, we gotta hold down the block
Word is bond kid, uh, aight

Beef on the block, who is he?
Set it Dunn, me and my automatic likes to get busy
Ghetto representer, there ain't no motherfucker better
While you be catchin' feelings like a love letter

I gotta hold down my fort and won't lose
Nigga die because I got the tec 9 blues
Bulletproof polo, I'm goin' out solo
Whoever wanna come better step like they know

'Cuz I'ma survive, more rougher than a certified
Around the way, parlay and get high
My mega blast will last in days to pass
Niggaz shoot, too fast, to pull out your gun last

That's why I like to spark first and shoot your
Bitch ass down your next ride will be a fuckin' hearse
'Cause little niggaz don't die son
Half step and get that ass lit up like a flare gun

Cops they want static, whatever they can have it
My name is prodigy and I'm known to cause havoc
And when I flip I be on some ill shit
I walk the street, like a real super trooper

The block shit proper, who once got had
Mad beef with the dread who sold me that dirt bag
Mad props to the bad little niggaz in the neighborhood
Long live the short, gotta hold down the fort

Gotta hold down the fort
Gotta hold down the fort
We gotta hold down the fort
You gotta hold down the fort
We gotta hold down the fort
You gotta hold down the fort
So hold me down son, hold me down
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, how we go son, pull out the motherfuckin' M1
Straight from the 'bridge so you know where I'm from
The little, project nigga, I gets no bigga
Yo, my crew is buck so mother fuck how you figure

Step the fuck back, nigga, attack with the mack
'Cause word is bond it's on
Shit is real around the way so sit back and take notes
Dead you on your coat, then cut your motherfuckin' throat

Takin' life like a thief in the motherfuckin' night
While I write write, you bite bite bite
Niggaz wanna step to my business
But I just parlay and sip on my Guinness

'Cause I'm the ripper, Mr. Flip the scripture
Niggaz can't fuck with the flow of a real lil nigga
I wreck shop, in fact, get the mac, this is real
Shit is real, how the fuck you figure, nigga nil

So son hold me down while I pull out the glock
Gotta hold down the block, that's word to my pops
So once again it's on, light up the charm
Time to drop the bomb, word is bond

We gotta hold down the block
Hold down the block
We gotta hold down the block
We gotta hold down the block

Yo son he pumpin' over here Dunn?
I know he ain't pumpin' over here yo
Yo, word is bond yo son peep
He comin' over let's bring it to him

What, what? What what what, what?
Who the fuck are you?
Man fuck that, what?

Hold down the block
Yeah what up now?
What what, what what?
What up now?
Hold down the block

To all the niggaz that's live or real
You gotta hold down your block, cock back the glock
Fuck the cops, 'cause your neighborhood chores
If they beef, make 'em bleed on the project floors

I get my kicks from loadin' up gun clips
Don't fuck with suburb chicks, I need a gangsta bitch
Don't need a crew, I can bust you down solo fast
And after that, dip into the weed stash

I'm quick to blast, enemies won't last the fate
I kill 'em fast so they can't retaliate
'Cause when I'm not alive who'd takes my place
To hold down the fort, we move on

My man got my back
I'm ready to go at anybody, who think they John Gotti
Peace to Manny C, good lookin' out B
I'm hell bound, got my block locked down

We gotta pull out the glock
Gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock

We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock

We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
Check it, yeah, call that nigga

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Hole - Lyrics - Giving Something Back - Jimmies Chicken Shack

Title: Hole
Album: Giving Something Back
Artist: Jimmies Chicken Shack
Composer(s): James E Mcdonough, James R Davies Jr., Che Colavita Lemon, James E Chaney

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Lyric:
Wee

Been fourteen years since the day
I started my descent into myself
I get wasted
Know, I'm better than this
Know, I'm bitter

Been walking blind
Still, I hold my head up high
Head talking backwards
Just I know, I'm better than this
Know, I better

Pull myself up from the hole I dig
Pull myself up from the hole I dig
Pull myself up from the hole I dig
Pull myself up from the hole I dig

Pull myself up from the hole I dig
Pull myself up from the hole I dig
Pull myself up from the hole I dig
Pull myself up from this

Been fourteen years since the day
I started my descent into myself
I get wasted
Know, I'm better than this
Know, I'm bitter

Been walking blind
Still, I hold my head up high
Head talking backwards
Just I know, I'm better than this
Know, I better

Pull myself up from the hole I dig
Pull myself up from the hole I dig
Pull myself up from the hole I dig
Pull myself up from the hole I dig

Pull myself up from the hole I dig
Pull myself up from the hole I dig
Pull myself up from the hole I dig
Pull myself up from this

Wee
Wee

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Sound Check - Lyrics - Gorillaz

Title: Sound Check
Artist: Gorillaz
Composer(s): Jamie Hewlett, Damon Albarn

Lyric:
Gravity on me never let me down gently
Gravity with me never let me go no, no gravity

[Incomprehensible]

Oh don?t pull me down
Oh don?t pull me down on me
Oh don?t pull me down
Oh don?t pull me down on you

Oh don?t pull me down
Oh don?t pull me down on me
Oh don?t pull me down
Oh don?t pull me down on you

[Incomprehensible]

Gravity on me never let me down gently
Gravity with me never let me go no, no gravity

Oh don?t pull me down
Oh don?t pull me down on me
Oh don?t pull me down
Oh don?t pull me down on you

Oh don?t pull me down
Oh don?t pull me down on me
Oh don?t pull me down
Oh don?t pull me down on you

[Incomprehensible]

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Sound Check (Gravity) - Lyrics - Gorillaz - Gorillaz

Title: Sound Check (Gravity)
Album: Gorillaz
Artist: Gorillaz
Composer(s): Jamie Hewlett, Damon Albarn

Lyric:
Gravity on me never let me down gently
Gravity with me never let me go no, no gravity

[Incomprehensible]

Oh don?t pull me down
Oh don?t pull me down on me
Oh don?t pull me down
Oh don?t pull me down on you

Oh don?t pull me down
Oh don?t pull me down on me
Oh don?t pull me down
Oh don?t pull me down on you

[Incomprehensible]

Gravity on me never let me down gently
Gravity with me never let me go no, no gravity

Oh don?t pull me down
Oh don?t pull me down on me
Oh don?t pull me down
Oh don?t pull me down on you

Oh don?t pull me down
Oh don?t pull me down on me
Oh don?t pull me down
Oh don?t pull me down on you

[Incomprehensible]

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Pull Out The Pin - Lyrics - The Dreaming - Kate Bush

Title: Pull Out The Pin
Album: The Dreaming
Artist: Kate Bush
Composer(s): Kate Bush

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Lyric:
Just as we hit the green
I?ve never been so happy to be alive
Only seven miles behind
You could smell the child
The smell of the front line?s survival

With my silver Buddha
And my silver bullet
(I pull the pin)

You learn to ride the earth
When you?re living on your belly
And the enemy are city-births
Who need radar? We use scent
They stink of the West, stink of sweat
Stink of cologne and baccy
And all their Yankee hash

With my silver Buddha
And my silver bullet
(I?m pulling on the pin)
Ooh, I pull out, pull out the pin
(Pulling on the pin, oh)

Just one thing in it
Me or him
(And I love life)
(Pull out the pin)

Just one thing in it
Me or him
(And I love life)
(Pull out the pin)

Just one thing in it
Me or him
(And I love life)
(I love life)
(I love life)
(Pull out the pin)

I?ve seen the coat for me
I?ll track him ?til he drops
Then I?ll pop him one he won?t see
He?s big and pink and not like me
He sees no light
He sees no reason for the fighting

With my silver Buddha
And my silver bullet

I had not seen his face
?Til I?m only feet away
Unbeknown to my prey
I look in American eyes
I see little life, see little wife
He?s striking violence up in me

With my silver Buddha
And my silver bullet
(I?m pulling on the pin)
Ooh, I pull out, pull out the pin
(Pulling on the pin, oh)

Just one thing in it
Me or him
(And I love life)
(Pull out the pin)

Just one thing in it
Me or him
(And I love life)
(Pull out the pin)

Just one thing in it
Me or him
(And I love life)
(I love life)
(I love life)
(Pull out the pin)

Just one thing in it
Me or him
(And I love life)
(So I pull out the pin)

Just one thing in it
Me or him
(And I love life)
(So I pull out the pin)

Just one thing in it
Me or him
(And I love life)
(I love life)
(I love life)

I love life
I love life
I love life

I love life
I love life
I love life
Pull out the pin

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Pull - Lyrics - How Does Your Garden Grow - Better Than Ezra

Title: Pull
Album: How Does Your Garden Grow
Artist: Better Than Ezra
Composer(s): Kevin Griffin

Lyric:
You come walkin' like someboby's lover
You come talkin' like somebody's friend
You won't be here if I were unable
We both want the same thing

Pull
Pull, we both want the same thing
Pull
Pull, we both want the same thing

[Incomprehensible], sister anoint me, absolve me
Take me with you below Hell
You won't be here if I were unwillin'
We both know what I'll bring, sugar

Pull
Pull, we both want the same thing
Pull
Pull, we both want the same thing

Around, surround, you subjugate me
Feel your pull effortlessly
Fuck me up, I'm beggin' you please
We both want the same thing, sugar

Pull
Pull, we both want the same thing
Pull
Pull, we both want the same thing

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Mama'S House - Lyrics - MTA2: Baptized In Dirty Water - David Banner

Title: Mama'S House
Album: MTA2: Baptized In Dirty Water
Artist: David Banner
Composer(s): Lavell W Crump, C Mcdaniel, D Menefield

Lyric:
David Banner, one of the most phenomenal feats of all time
Frekaznatcha, Alabama, Mississippi, David Banner

Let's take this shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Let's take this shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Pull that bitch out in the yard, slap that hoe in the face
Pull that bitch out in the yard, slap that hoe in the face

Let's take this shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Let's take this shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Pull that bitch out in the yard, slap that hoe in the face
Pull that bitch out in the yard, slap that hoe in the face

Hoe I ain't got respect, I'm comin' straight to ya crib
Drag you out in the yard, run a shank through ya ribs
I said boy, dirty, dirty boy
What you think that these bullets and guns is made for?

Bustin' on a bitch, ditches is where it lye
Bullets fly through the air, tell them crackers to die
I'm the trillest, clack-up, peel-it, dumpin' slugs til' you feel us
Banner, Frekaznatcha, ridin' until you kill us

Fuck it and if we die tell mama never to cry
I'm comin' back like Jason, bumpin' that 'Playa Fly'
Higher than a bitch, gone off that 'dro
Yeah, I'm dead though but God knows, I ain't no hoe

Let's take this shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Let's take this shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Pull that bitch out in the yard, slap that hoe in the face
Pull that bitch out in the yard, slap that hoe in the face

Let's take this shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Let's take this shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Pull that bitch out in the yard, slap that hoe in the face
Pull that bitch out in the yard, slap that hoe in the face

Keep my name out ya mouth, keep my name out ya mouth
Fo' we run up in yo house, fo' we run up in yo house
Keep my name out ya mouth, keep my name out ya mouth
Fo' we run up in yo house, fo' we run up in yo house

So you claimin' that you head bustin'
Come and feel these leads thrustin'
Me and my niggaz ain't scared of nuthin'
Wanna see some red rushin'

Mississippi burnin' this, Alabama turnin' this
Together we got that fire bitch, biggin' up we ride bitch
Bet ya you won't step outside trick, come step outside trick
You don't wanna collide with, my crew, we ride bitch

Sicker than a motherfucker
Crazy like them terrorist fuckas
When we hit yo block you duck us
When we hit yo block, it's ruwkus

Let's take this shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Let's take this shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Pull that bitch out in the yard, slap that hoe in the face
Pull that bitch out in the yard, slap that hoe in the face

Let's take this shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Let's take this shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Pull that bitch out in the yard, slap that hoe in the face
Pull that bitch out in the yard, slap that hoe in the face

At yo mama's house nigga
Muthafucka, goddamn, weak bitch
At yo mama's house nigga
Muthafucka, goddamn, weak bitch

Grab that hoe by the hair, throw that nigga in the yard
Then ya stomp that ass out, screamin', "Bitch you ain't hard"
Grab that hoe by the hair, throw that nigga in the yard
Then ya stomp that ass out, screamin', "Bitch you ain't hard"

I don't wanna be a thug, but fuck around in the club
I'm knockin' yo ass out, then dancin' off in yo blood
Tell ya mama that I'm sorry, but yo ass gotta go
Might bring yo ass out or I'm kickin' in ya dough

Let's take this shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Let's take this shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Pull that bitch out in the yard, slap that hoe in the face
Pull that bitch out in the yard, slap that hoe in the face

Let's take this shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Let's take this shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Pull that bitch out in the yard, slap that hoe in the face
Pull that bitch out in the yard, slap that hoe in the face

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Pull Me Under - Lyrics - Once In A Livetime (Live) - Dream Theater

Title: Pull Me Under
Album: Once In A Livetime (Live)
Artist: Dream Theater
Composer(s): Kevin James Labrie, Michael Portnoy, John Petrucci, Kevin F. Moore, John Myung

Lyric:
Lost in the sky
Clouds roll by and I roll with them
Arrows fly
Seas increase and then fall again

This world is spinning around me
This world is spinning without me
And every day sends future to past
Every breath leaves one less to my last

Watch the sparrow falling
Gives new meaning to it all
If not today nor yet tomorrow
Then some other day

I'll take seven lives for one
And then my only father's son
As sure as I ever did love him
I am not afraid

This world is spinning around me
The whole world is spinning around me
All life is future to past
Every breath leaves me one less to my last
I wanna give you that's line with this one

Pull me under, pull me under
Pull me under I'm not afraid
All that I feel is honor and spite
All I can do is set it right

Dust fills my eyes
Clouds roll by and I roll with them
Centuries cry
Orders fly and I fall again

This world is spinning inside me
The whole world is spinning inside of me
Every day sends future to past
Every step brings me closer to my last

Pull me under, pull me under
Pull me under I'm not afraid
Living my life too much in the sun
Only until your will is done

Pull me under, pull me under
Pull me under I'm not afraid
All that I feel is honor and spite
All I can do is set it right

Pull me under, pull me under
Pull me under I'm not afraid
Living my life too much in the sun
Only until your will is done

Oh that this too
Too solid flesh would melt

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Whatever You Like - Lyrics - Her Name Is Nicole - Nicole Scherzinger

Title: Whatever You Like
Album: Her Name Is Nicole
Artist: Nicole Scherzinger
Composer(s): Jamal Jones, Nicole Scherzinger, Clifford Harris, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
All at a dime

Ladies and gentlemen
I know what you want
She hot as a stove
Her name is Nicole

I?ll do whatever you like
I?ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
I'll do, I'll do whatever you like
What you want?

I?ll do whatever you like
I?ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
I'll do, I'll do whatever you like

Boy, you want my body
Wanna ride it like a Harley
Once or twice around the block
I bet I?ll have you saying, woh, woh

First stop, let me pop
Drop like a helicop
Pay attention on me
While I show you the scenario

You're charming me boy
You boy, you're charming me
Just like this beat is gonna do
On the radio

Damn, I thought you knew me
By way you?re talking to me
You get any closer to me
Then I might just have to let it go

Something 'bout that cocky thing
You got me wanna see what?s really going on

I'll do the thing, I'll do the thing you wanna
(Ladies an gentlemen)
I?m gonna do you anything you wanna
(I know what you want)

I'll do the thing, I'll do the thing you wanna
(She hot as a stove)
I?m gonna do you anything you wanna
(Her name is Nicole)

I?ll do whatever you like
I?ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
I'll do, I'll do whatever you like

I?ll do whatever you like
I?ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
I'll do, I'll do whatever you like

Yeah, yeah
Work it out, girl

Make a bet
You put the cat in the nap
I?ll tell you what daddy get
All night lover

See the cheek
Wanna see me make it speak
Watch it while mommy teach it
I won?t stutter

I can tell
You ain't never had a touch
Order a bottle, I'll show this much
I?ll do that for ya

Baby said
Promise I can make it rain
Lemme see that sugar cane
You like that, don?t cha

Something bout that cocky thing
You got me wanna see what?s really going on

I'll do the thing, I'll do the thing you wanna
(Ladies an gentlemen)
I?m gonna do you anything you wanna
(I know what you want)

I'll do the thing, I'll do the thing you wanna
(She hot as a stove)
I?m gonna do you anything you wanna
(Her name is Nicole)

I?ll do whatever you like
I?ll do whatever you like
(There it go your dealing with the real deal, baby)

I can do, I can do
I'll do, I'll do whatever you like
(I'm not one of those rapper guys)

I?ll do whatever you like
I?ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
(Hold up, you better tell 'em)
I'll do, I'll do whatever you like

See me in the back
Chick like that
Get you to run around
But I can hit it like that

Ask anyone around
I?m the shit like that
Eat it, beat it, till it?s swollen
You gonna need an icepack

I?ll tell her big thang poppin?
Let me hear you say that
Lay back, play that
Purp Kush blowing in the Maybach

With my company
Three and them be one of me
Imagine what they done to me
On top of me, up under me

Accept no imitation, baby
Other cat be hatin?
They be all in ya face
I mean all in the wussy

See, I can take you on vacation
Or we can ball in the A
You hit me up four in the mornin?
What you callin? to stay shawty

Something bout that cocky thing
You got me wanna see what?s really going on

I'll do the thing, I'll do the thing you wanna
(Ladies an gentlemen)
I?m gonna do, do anything you wanna
(I know what you want)

I'll do the thing, I'll do the thing you wanna
(She hot as a stove)
I?m gonna do, do anything you wanna
(Her name is Nicole)

I?ll do whatever you like
I?ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
I do, I do whatever you like

I?ll do whatever you like
I?ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
Wait a minute, motherfucker

I?ve been looking all night
Wanna kiss it one time
Mommy do what you like
Go head pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it

First you gotta get right
I can love you long time
I become a big crime
Then I'll pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it

Once she wind it uptight
I promise a goodnight
Girl, you?re gonna sleep tight
When I pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it

Wanna look at your eyes
When you get the big prize
Gonna give it up kind
When I pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it

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Roots Of Creation - Lyrics - Sublime

Title: Roots Of Creation
Artist: Sublime
Composer(s): Floyd Gaugh, Brad Nowell, Eric Wilson

Lyric:
One two three four!

Pull up here honey, if ya got a pussy and
Shake your ass like you're ready to sing
Well, something muy high
Something muy low
When me ready limo then they follow me home like a
Roots of creation

I am living in a boring nation
I pull up my hands and I look at my feet
The reggae music make me sound so sweet
'Cause we play it, morning evening and all of the day
It's the sweet kinda music makes me feel okay
The roots of creation

Said, ?I am living in a plastic nation?
I pull up my hat, my coat is so wide
Sometimes, sometimes I feel so high
But all the time I feel airie
I feel airie when I'm down with the scene called
Roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation

One more time!
Well, pull up here honey like you got limbo
Well pull up your fingers like you're ready to go
Give me, give me something high
Give me something slow
Give me something, I can use
Give me something, I can know

You're the body and the mind one
Part of soul or two
I feel a different person to be a different place
I'm living in a different place
Sometime, I feel although its fin
Pull up your style make it sound so fine
With ah, pull up hands with me

Roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
A pull up sound with Mike Happoldt at my left
I got Eric at my right

We rock the reggae music every day and night
We rock the reggae music, say it's right on time
'Cause you're down with the music that they call Sublime
I'm living in a different nation

Reggae style again!
Gonna win me back gonna feel so fine
Bring me down to the place so right
We rock the music so late at night
With a guitar pick in my hand

What amounts to make me a man
Me help a little girl like this

Called the roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hand, left pocket
Do the music, make me say me feel it
Read me on rights and me know me are wrong
Me am a white boy but I sing a reggae song

Called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
My hands are high, my ink is dry
My love for you, it will never die
Say me love you till me will testify
Me love the music make me feel so high

Song called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
Oh, in a plastic nation
Such a boring station, a boring

One more time!
Pull up here honey if you got limbo
Pull it up make it up bounce I don't want it to be slow
I wanna make it sound right

I wanna make it sound strong
Give me kind of music make you rock all night
Like a roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation

So cheer up my life
Cheer up my life
Take out the trouble
Take out take out the strife

Give me some music make it sound so nice
Give me kinda music make we wanna singa song twice
Like roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation

I pull up my hand, my seat is wobbly
Pull up your hands and it sounds like this
'Cause I like my beer dry
Drink the gin and the gin

Love the kinda drink, ya know, make me sick
Me don't feel no nice but likewise
Make me drink gin like wine twice
I only make me feel so sadder, aya!

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Do You Mind - Lyrics - Naked - Marques Houston

Title: Do You Mind
Album: Naked
Artist: Marques Houston
Composer(s): Lamont Lassiter, Taurian Shorpshire

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Lyric:
Yeah, uhh
Girl you lookin' so sexy, you know
Come ova here
Let me talk to for a min
Check this out

I got your message on my cell phone
You said that you were gonna be home alone
(Ohh)
You know, I can't miss a chance to have your body next to mine
(Next to mine)
See I pull up into your drive way

And you rushed at the door 'cause you been missin' your man
(Missin' your man)
All your friends are gone so we actin' grown
(Grown)
Let's play house all nite

You take my clothes off
I take your clothes off
I turn the lights off
You turn a light on

'Cause you wanna see me
While we get freaky
N' to start it off I got one question
For you tell me do you mind?

Do you mind if I wanna put my lips right there ?
(Ohh, do you mind if I wanna put my lips right there?)
Do you mind if I wanna pull on your hair?
(Do you mind if I wanna pull on your hair?)

Do you mind holdin' onto somethin' while I'm workin' in the rear ?
(Whilin' I'm workin', workin' from the back baby)
Let's make love, let's make love
Make love all over tha place babe

We can get started on the couch
Doin' things we shouldn't do in the living room
(Baby)
Now we're all over the house showin' me somethin' new
How your body moves
(Baby)
I got you screamin' my name babe

And you know, it drives me so crazy
(Ohh why?)
I gotta have it tonite
(Girl)
Girl put on your favorite song
(Put on your favorite song)
While I put your body all over the floor
(Ohh, ohh, yeah)

Do you mind if I wanna put my lips right there?
(Do you mind babe said, ?I wanna put my lips right there?)
Do you mind if I wanna pull on your hair
(Do you mind if I wanna pull on your hair)

Do you mind holdin' onto somethin' while I'm workin' in the rear
(Feels so good I'm gonna cry)
Let's make love, let's make love
Make love all over tha place babe

Said, girl put on your on favorite song
While I keep puttin' my body all over yours

Do you mind if I wanna put my lips right there?
(No, I don't mind if you wanna put your lips right there)
Do you mind if I wanna pull on your hair?
(No, I don't mind if you wanna pull my hair)

Do you mind holdin' onto somethin' while I'm workin' in the rear
(No, I don't mind, no I don't mind)
Let's make love, let's make love
Make love all over the place babe
(Ooh yeah)

Oh, ya feels so good baby
I jus, yo, open your legs
Let's get in the shower
Let me wash you off
So wat you wanna do?
Do it again

Do you mind if I wanna put my lips right there?
(No, I don't mind if you wanna put your lips right there)
Do you mind if I wanna pull on your hair?
(No, I don't mind if you wanna pull my hair)

Do you mind holdin' onto somethin'
While I'm workin' in the rear
(No, I don't mind, no, I don't mind)
Ohh, let's make love

Do you mind if I wanna put my lips right there?
(No, I don't mind if you wanna put your lips right there)
Do you mind if I wanna pull on your hair?
(No, I don't mind if you wanna pull my hair)

Do you mind holdin' onto somethin'
While I'm workin' in the rear
(No, I don't mind, no, I don't mind)
Ohh, let's make love

Do you mind if I wanna put my lips right there?
(No, I don't mind if you wanna put your lips right there)
Do you mind if I wanna pull on your hair?
(No, I don't mind if you wanna pull my hair)

Do you mind holdin' onto somethin'
While I'm workin' in the rear
(No, I don't mind, no, I don't mind)
Ohh, let's make love

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Pendulous Threads - Lyrics - Light Grenades - Incubus

Title: Pendulous Threads
Album: Light Grenades
Artist: Incubus
Composer(s): Brandon Charles Boyd, Michael Aaron Einziger, Ben Kenney, Christopher E Kilmore, Jose Anthony Ii Pasillas

Lyric:
Mend this careless thread, it?s gone askew
(Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back and pull it
Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet)

Or pull and see how much we can undo
(Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back and pull it
Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet)

On a burning bridge
Your options are minimal at best
Depending on where you?re standing
And how much breath is in your chest

If it came down to it
Would you high-tail home and hide?
Or dance on fire and enjoy the ride

Mend this careless thread, it?s gone askew
(Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back and pull it
Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet)

Or pull and see how much we can undo
(Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back and pull it
Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet)

At the heart of it all
That innermost, your fiery core
There?s an amassing armor
It?s building you into a bore

Life?s a match in a gas tank
Don?t ever mourn the ebbing tide
Just dance on fire
And enjoy the ride, hey

Mend this careless thread, it?s gone askew
(Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back and pull it
Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet)

Or pull and see how much we can undo
(Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back and pull it
Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Mend this careless thread, it?s gone askew
(Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back and pull it
Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet)

Or pull and see how much we can undo
(Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back and pull it
Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet)

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Don'T Pull Your Love - Lyrics - Hamilton, Joe Frank, And Reynolds

Title: Don'T Pull Your Love
Artist: Hamilton, Joe Frank, And Reynolds
Composer(s): Dennis Lambert, Brian Potter

Lyric:
Don't pull your love out on me, baby
If you do then I think that maybe
I'll just lay me down and cry for a hundred years
Don't pull your love out on me, honey
Take my heart, my soul, my money
But don't leave me drownin' in my tears

You say you're gonna leave
Gonna take that big white bird
Gonna fly right out of here
Without a single word
Don't you know you'll break my heart
When I watch you close that door?
'Cause I know I won't see you anymore

Don't pull your love out on me, baby
If you do then I think that maybe
I'll just lay me down and cry for a hundred years
Don't pull your love out on me, honey
Take my heart, my soul, my money
But don't leave me drownin' in my tears

Haven't I been good to you?
What about that brand new ring?
Doesn't that mean love to you?
Doesn't that mean anything?
If I threw away my pride
And I got down on my knees
Would you make me beg you, "pretty please?"

Don't pull your love out on me, baby
If you do then I think that maybe
I'll just lay me down and cry for a hundred years
Don't pull your love out on me, honey
Take my heart, my soul, my money
But don't leave me drownin' in my tears

There's so much I wanna do
I've got love enough for two
But I'll never use it, girl, if I don't have you

Don't pull your love out on me, baby
If you do then I think that maybe
I'll just lay me down and cry for a hundred years
Don't pull your love out on me, honey
Take my heart, my soul, my money
But don't leave me drownin' in my tears

Don't pull your love out on me, baby
If you do then I think that maybe
I'll just lay me down and cry for a hundred years
Don't pull your love out on me, honey
Take my heart, my soul, my money
But don't leave me drownin' in my tears

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Cali Dro - Lyrics - Like Father, Like Son - Birdman

Title: Cali Dro
Album: Like Father, Like Son
Artist: Birdman
Composer(s): D Arnaud, L Mollings, J Mollings, D Carter, D Williams

Lyric:
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro
Light up that dro, light up that dro
Light up that dro, light up that dro
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro

Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
(I'm buyin' the bar tonight)
Smokin' up the Cali, smoke, smoke, smokin' up the Cali
('Cause we're smokin' all night at the banquet club, nigga)

(Twelve thousand niggas, smoke a pound, nigga)
Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro
(Yeah, put some chrome
on your [Incomprehensible] while you're at it nigga)

Come on
So light it up and pass the thing to me
I'm fresh off parole and I could smoke a whole P
Can smell it in my clothes, you could smell it in my seats
That's how a nigga rolls, I was raised in them streets

I'm rollin' up a sweet, I'm fillin' it with keef
I'm too high to talk, bitch, keep it real brief
If it ain't 'bout money, you ain't even gotta speak
I smoke it in the paper, Weezy smoke it in a leaf

And nigga I'm a stunna, I got runnas
And we keep them shotguns like huntas
We smoke thunder, it put me under
I'm talkin' straight Purple Kush that thundas

See, I be fuckin' with them trees
'Cause I'm straight out the jungle
Keep about five pounds
And we ain't even tryin' to hustle
Y'all already know how that go

I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro
Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smoke, smoke, smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro

Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smoke, smoke, smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro

I get my Kush from California, get my dro from Arizona
I can get it 'cross the border, got a rider name Winona
And I'll be calmer than a soma
Inside of the Phantom and it's lookin' like a sauna

And I stay high and I still got my diploma
And I still keep the Maggie on me, like Homer
And I'm too sick, man, I'm spittin' out a coma
And I'm still lettin' the money pile like Goma

And I smoke that kill, y'all blowin' on begonias
And I keep a fill of that grass like a farmer
And I keep that armor, try me and I'll spin you around
I'd be with the stars and I ain't talkin' tinsel town

That's right, the prison town
Bitch tear the fences down like Prince in town
Boy, I shits a pound of that purple rain
On the Marvin's day, you with me now?
(I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro)
Too high, you can't set me down and I be

Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smoke, smoke, smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro

Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smoke, smoke, smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro

We got that AK-47 white, right on set, painted and named
Named it Orange Purple Kush, that million Dollar top brand
I got that white ivory ice tea, doctors requestin' don't weed
Blazin' up so much bomb, got a bad bitch on my side

See we just smokin', we just smokin', we just tryin' to fire up
If you got the bomb, bomb, nigga, come and light it up
Yeah, blaze up, ain't nothin' like ridin' by, drivin' high
Me and all the hommies smokin', dumpin' if you chokin', smokin'

I smoke the [Incomprehensible] when they hit you
'Cause you might pass out
Look over at the bitches, snatch a blunt up out her mouth, bitch
Switch it to another scene, smokin' has you endo green
Some hommies be on that lean, mix it with that endo weed

Because we fucked up, we fucked up, you know that we fucked up
I like to smoke and drink with that nickel plated thing
Because we fucked up, we fucked up, you know that we fucked up
(I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro)

Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smoke, smoke, smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro

Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smoke, smoke, smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro

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