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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Red Right Ankle - Lyrics - Her Majesty - Decemberists

Title: Red Right Ankle
Album: Her Majesty
Artist: Decemberists
Composer(s): Colin Patrick Meloy

Lyric:
This is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle bone and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed
And how it whispered, "Oh, adhere to me

For we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been
We together make a limb"
This is the story of your red right ankle

This is the story of your gypsy uncle
You never knew 'cause he was dead
And how his face was carved an' ripped with wrinkles
In the picture in your head

And remember how you found the key
To his hide-out in the Pyrenees
But you wanted to keep his secret safe
So you threw the key away
This is the story of your gypsy uncle

This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet and some were cold and snuffed you
And some just laid around in bed
And some, they crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly

Some, they crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you
This is the story of your red right ankle

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Cheesy Rat Blues - Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Title: Cheesy Rat Blues
Album: Mama Said Knock You Out
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Marlon Lu'Ree Williams, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Nothin' can save ya
Nothin', can save ya
Nothin' can save ya

Just throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
Keep 'em there, yo, run the jewels
Run the jewels, run the jewels

I used to be rollin' like a millionaire
Cash in a flash, bankroll to spare
Homeboys hangin', champagne and girls
Got my main woman diamonds, my mistress pearls

Everybody laughin' at my corny jokes
I was stupid, I thought that they were sincere folks
It turned out they liked the money and the fame
If I ain't get paid, I'd be that nobody James

The nobody, who dreamed about bein' somebody
Chief rocker at the party
And they was hangin' like, "Yo, I'm your man
I don't even care about the ring on your hand"

We'd go out to eat and chill but they would
Go to the bathroom when it was time to pay the bill
I didn't notice all the chuckles and laughter
Too busy with a female tellin' me I'm the master

I was slick like, "Huh, do I know you?
I got play, here, let me show ya"
Used to have a girl that was on the ball
When the cash flow got low, so did her calls

Used to have a homeboy, always chillin'
My cash went low, he told me I was illin'
And don't call 'cause he don't hang with derelicts
Broke with no cash, yo, I was in the mix

Everybody stepped 'cause my pocket wasn't fat
My girl got a new man, I fixed his flat
I'm the one that they're laughin' at
They say, "Cheesy rat, you ain't all that"

Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Nothin' can save ya

I mean crabbin', played out by backstabbin'
I feel like tiein' a anchor to my ankle
And jumpin' right in the ocean
'Cause I'm ashy and I can't afford lotion

So-called friends in the jewelry store
Told me, "Todd, come back when you get off tour"
Souped as hell, I really regret it
Now the only thing I got in my pocket is bad credit

How can a man like me
Be walkin' around in a world of misery?
And if women like a man with a body, it's not mine
'Cause they be walkin' past me like I'm a stop sign

My homeboys laugh when they pass the forty
Sayin', "Todd, as if he used to have a sporty"
The Benz was slammin', the Jeep was pumpin'
Ain't that somethin'?

I just laugh, this isn't what I was raised for
When I walk away, it's like ain't this a
Kick in the rear, that I'm standin' here
And can't afford a tissue for my tear

Should I drink wine and brandy or get a
Job puttin' stripes on candy or put a hole in donuts?
'Cause when you're broke, your middle name is 'So-what?'
I had to learn in an incredibly fast way

When you ain't got no money they treat you like an ashtray
I pawned all my jewelry and clothes
Right after that, I got dissed by all my hoes
That I thought was mine, but really never was

Soon the whole neighborhood got the buzz
That my tank was on 'E', and that means empty
That Twinkie looks good, so mister don't tempt me
Everybody thought I was trippin'

I rode the back of the bus
But my grip kept on slippin'
I'm the man that they're laughin at
They say, "Cheesy rat, you ain't all that"

Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Nothin' can save ya

I wanna hang with my man like, "Let's do this"
But this man like "Who this?"
That's right, the brother got two faces
They got me puttin' the tips on shoelaces

P on the Puma, a mop and a bucket my motto is, 'I don't care'
I don't give a damn, so what, why try?
I might as well rob some Blake Carrington
Sucker for his money, it's so funny

Cars ride by with the boomin' system
Sayin', "Leave him alone, my man already dissed him"
Now I'm on the cheese line, poverty-stricken
As the red tape thickens

I go to the park, they wanna baseball-bat me
I go to the mall, they throw my old tapes at me
I'm so horny and every girl I know be like
"He's so corny"

I want money in a hurry, I'm gettin' tired of leftover curry
I wanna fall off, but I don't know where the edge is
I'm so hungry, I eat my neighbor's hedges
Now I realize I gotta go for mine, it's windshield time

I take quarters, pennies, dimes and nickels
And a kiddy's tricycle, I'm a desperado
I'ma steal your rims' is my motto
I watch wrestlin' until I'm dizzy sore

So if you're cashin' your rent check, know how to get busy
Go to the drive-through, run with a milkshake
Go to the supermarket, pocket a raw steak
I need beer, I'ma catch the Miller truck out there

You know how they throw, the newspapers
In the morning the owner don't want 'em
I'm the man that they're laughin' at
They say, "Cheesy rat, you ain't all that"

Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Nothin' can save ya

Just throw your hands in the air
And wave em like you just don't care
Keep em there run the jewels
Run the jewels, run the jewels

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Same Girl - Lyrics - Usher

Title: Same Girl
Artist: Usher
Composer(s): Robert Kelly, Ronnie Jackson, Jayshaw

Lyric:
Yo Ush
What up Kells?
Wanna introduce you to this girl
Think I really love this girl
Yeah?

Man, she so fine
Straight up dawg
She stand about 5?4?
Coca-Cola red bone
Damn!

She drive a black Durango
Mmm
License plate say ?Angel?
What?
Tattoo on her ankle
Plus she?s makin? pesos

Got a crib on Peace Street
Peace Street?
Right on 17th street
Huh?
And I call her ?TT?
Wait a minute, hold on dawg!

Do she got a kid?
Yep
She love some Waffle House?
Yep
Do she got a beauty mark
On her left side of her mouth?
Man!

Went to Georgia Tech
Yep
Works for TBS
Yep
Man, I can?t believe this chick, damn mmm

Tell me what?s wrong dawg, what the hell you damnin? about?
I?m your homie so just say what?s on your mind
Man, I didn?t know that you were talkin? ?bout her
So man, you tellin? me you know her?
Do I know her? Like a pastor know his word

We messin? with the same girl, the same girl
How could the love of my life and my potential wife
Be the, the same girl, the same girl?
Man, I can?t believe that we been messin?
With the same girl, the same girl
Thought she was someone I could trust
But she?s been doublin' up with us
U, K, man we been messin? with the same girl

See I met her at this party in Atlanta!
Well I met her at this party in Chicago!
She came right up to me, givin? me conversation
I said, ?Do you got a man?? she said no with no hesitation
Well it must be a music thing ?cause she said the same to me
At a party all in my face, while I?m laughin? and buyin? her drinks

She whispered in my ear, said, ?Can you take me home??
Me too!
Man, she was in the Chi singin? that same song!
Is that true?!
And I thought it was true confessions then she said
?I love you?

Man I thought her body was callin' when she said
?I want you!?
Look I even got some pictures on my phone
Look at there, there she is with some boy shorts on

We messin? with the same girl, the same girl
She?s the apple of my eye and my potential wife
The same girl, the same girl
Man, I just can?t believe that we been messin? ?round
With the same damn girl
The same girl, the same girl
Thought she was someone I could trust
But she?s been doublin' up with both of us
U, K, man we been messin? with the same girl

Said she got me on her ringtone
Are you talkin? ?bout the pink phone?
Mm mmm, the blue one
Man, she told me that was turned off
It?s obvious that she been playin? us, playin? us
Ush constantly she?s been lyin? to us, lyin? to us

Don?t like the way that she?s been goin? ?bout it, goin? ?bout it
Kells, what you think that we should do about it, do about it?
Call her up at her home, she won?t know I?m on the phone
Yeah man that?s the lick, homie we about to bust this trick
Man just ask her to meet up with you and I?m gonna show up too
And she won't know what to do we'll be standin? there singin?

The same girl, the same girl
She?s was the apple of my eye and your potential wife
The same girl, the same girl
I can?t believe that we been messin? with the same girl
The same girl, the same girl
She?s gon? be lookin? so stupid when see us together
U, K, man we?ve been messin? with the same girl

See, she was taken flights, movin? back and forth
(The same girl, the same girl)
I would pick her up at the airport
Man, I really can?t believe it
(The same girl, the same girl)
I can?t believe it, no
(The same girl, the same girl)

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Same Girl - Lyrics - Double Up - R. Kelly

Title: Same Girl
Album: Double Up
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Robert Kelly, Ronnie Jackson, Jayshaw

Lyric:
Yo Ush
What up Kells?
Wanna introduce you to this girl
Think I really love this girl
Yeah?

Man, she so fine
Straight up dawg
She stand about 5?4?
Coca-Cola red bone
Damn!

She drive a black Durango
Mmm
License plate say ?Angel?
What?
Tattoo on her ankle
Plus she?s makin? pesos

Got a crib on Peace Street
Peace Street?
Right on 17th street
Huh?
And I call her ?TT?
Wait a minute, hold on dawg!

Do she got a kid?
Yep
She love some Waffle House?
Yep
Do she got a beauty mark
On her left side of her mouth?
Man!

Went to Georgia Tech
Yep
Works for TBS
Yep
Man, I can?t believe this chick, damn mmm

Tell me what?s wrong dawg, what the hell you damnin? about?
I?m your homie so just say what?s on your mind
Man, I didn?t know that you were talkin? ?bout her
So man, you tellin? me you know her?
Do I know her? Like a pastor know his word

We messin? with the same girl, the same girl
How could the love of my life and my potential wife
Be the, the same girl, the same girl?
Man, I can?t believe that we been messin?
With the same girl, the same girl
Thought she was someone I could trust
But she?s been doublin' up with us
U, K, man we been messin? with the same girl

See I met her at this party in Atlanta!
Well I met her at this party in Chicago!
She came right up to me, givin? me conversation
I said, ?Do you got a man?? she said no with no hesitation
Well it must be a music thing ?cause she said the same to me
At a party all in my face, while I?m laughin? and buyin? her drinks

She whispered in my ear, said, ?Can you take me home??
Me too!
Man, she was in the Chi singin? that same song!
Is that true?!
And I thought it was true confessions then she said
?I love you?

Man I thought her body was callin' when she said
?I want you!?
Look I even got some pictures on my phone
Look at there, there she is with some boy shorts on

We messin? with the same girl, the same girl
She?s the apple of my eye and my potential wife
The same girl, the same girl
Man, I just can?t believe that we been messin? ?round
With the same damn girl
The same girl, the same girl
Thought she was someone I could trust
But she?s been doublin' up with both of us
U, K, man we been messin? with the same girl

Said she got me on her ringtone
Are you talkin? ?bout the pink phone?
Mm mmm, the blue one
Man, she told me that was turned off
It?s obvious that she been playin? us, playin? us
Ush constantly she?s been lyin? to us, lyin? to us

Don?t like the way that she?s been goin? ?bout it, goin? ?bout it
Kells, what you think that we should do about it, do about it?
Call her up at her home, she won?t know I?m on the phone
Yeah man that?s the lick, homie we about to bust this trick
Man just ask her to meet up with you and I?m gonna show up too
And she won't know what to do we'll be standin? there singin?

The same girl, the same girl
She?s was the apple of my eye and your potential wife
The same girl, the same girl
I can?t believe that we been messin? with the same girl
The same girl, the same girl
She?s gon? be lookin? so stupid when see us together
U, K, man we?ve been messin? with the same girl

See, she was taken flights, movin? back and forth
(The same girl, the same girl)
I would pick her up at the airport
Man, I really can?t believe it
(The same girl, the same girl)
I can?t believe it, no
(The same girl, the same girl)

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Spit These Bars - Lyrics - Drag On

Title: Spit These Bars
Artist: Drag On
Composer(s): Mel Jason Smalls, Kaseem Dean, Michael A Gomez

Lyric:
Double R, right now
We ain't playin' wit y'all
We ain't playin' wit y'all
Stop playin', Drag

Ayo, I spit these bars to make ya head shake
Fuck bitches 'til the bed break
Let's see how much lead you can take
Never let a nigga pay for what I give away

We can all share, clip to my waist it's all spare
So run, dammit, run when I bust my gun
I miss none, put y'all in critical condition
I'm the talk of the town when it comes to fuckin' bitches
Or layin' niggas down, Drag bust the most rounds

While y'all niggas dibble and dabble
The shit I pull up wit, it'll feel like it grabs you
We ain't fuckin' I had you
Shit I know Drag'll be glad to if I had to

Soon as she in the bathroom, I'm in her ass too
Gotta six shot shooter that'll pop through ya
Glock ruger in case I call my block movers
State troopers on my ass

Shit, let me see them touch 160 on the dash
My Z look pretty when it's fast
I bet 50 I'ma juice the city before I pass
And if you wanna catch fire better step on the gas

The opposite of H2O, wanna be a hero when the fires on
Y'all won't even see ya moms
Even if she was screamin' at the top of her lungs
Niggas either burn to the bone or leave the shit alone
In case of a fire never take the elevator
Walk 2 flights, hold ya breath and take the steps

Do my ladies run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha
Do my ballers run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha?

Do my mamis run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha
Do my dogs run this/
Yes, they do run this mutha

Ayo, I only fuck bitches that's flexible
Ankle touch neck sex incredible
When Drag about to spark cats
Ain't no bargin' wit that

When my gun spit it say "Where the target at?"
'Cuz I'm fire so I speaks wit heat
So let me walk that walk
'Cuz like a teacher I'ma talk wit chalk

That'll outline y'all like a fresh pair of Nike, stay wit those
Even if I'm bare toed you see the stripe
I leave blood stains on sponges
Cum stains on comforters, I leave rooms foggy

'Til where y'all can't find me, keep a bad mami
Twisting up the green scent
Like tangerine face out of a magazine like ebony
On the block I pump the ivory

Never pay for show, I only fuck wit those that never ate before
That means no food, no cars and just skip bail
The only thing on they plate is no more than fish scale
The blow you only know about is the air outside

I have nightmares before I sleep, I pray y'all fry
For a pie I lay out guys
'Cuz what I keeps layin' on my dresser
Keeps layin' niggas on top of stretchers

Lightweight but I give off pressure in all measures
Never chase treasures, flame niggas for pleasure
Red/Gold vest bullets go through tef
Got better double R, 2 letter, nigga

Do my ladies run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha
Do my ballers run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha

Do my mamis run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha
Do my dogs run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha

Do my ladies run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha
Do my ballers run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha

Do my mamis run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha
Do my dogs run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha

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