Rocket To God - Lyrics - Hall &Amp; Oates

Title: Rocket To God
Artist: Hall &Amp; Oates
Composer(s): Daryl Hall

Lyric:
I can't live without you, I can't let go, oh no, yeah
Everybody tells me, "Daryl, walk away"
So, they don't know the power we have together
Ain't no one can tell me what to believe

Oh baby, you move my soul like a rocket to God, hey, yeah
Oh honey, I wanna fly to your arms

I dream too much about you, both the good and the bad
Ooh, maybe I'm too jealous but I don't really care
Everytime you hurt me, it's a scar on my heart
Everytime you love me, it's ecstasy, my dear

Oh baby, you move my soul like a rocket to God, yeah
Oh honey, I wanna fly to your arms, ooh
Oh baby, you move my soul like a rocket to God [Incomprehensible]
Oh honey, I wanna die, die in your arms

I can feel you, baby, even though you're nowhere near
Ain't no one to save me, don't want to stop, I wanna go up

(Like a rocket)
Ooh, I wanna fly, yeah
(Like a rocket)
Oh babe, I'm outta control, outta control, outta control
(Like a rocket)
Yeah, I can't stop, girl

(Like a rocket)
Every time you love me right
It's ecstasy in it's own right
(Like a rocket)
Oh baby, I wanna fly to your arms
A rocket to God, ooh

Just can't stop, I wanna go up
I wanna rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, girl
(Like a rocket)
Ooh babe, ooh, I wanna fly to your arms
(Like a rocket)

Like a rocket, like a rocket
Like a rocket, like a rocket, like a rocket

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Mac And Brad - Lyrics - The Truth - Beanie Sigel

Title: Mac And Brad
Album: The Truth
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Brad Jordan, Dwight Grant, J Harris

Lyric:
Beanie, what's up, baby?
What's happening?
(Face)
Sigel, what ' bout to get off, baby?
We fittin' to get off
Aiyo, what we goin' to do on this shit man?
Let's wreck this motherfucker, baby', what's happenin'?

What you want to do nigga?
I, I wanna, I wanna smash it
(Smash)
Back and forth, back and forth
Let's do it, what you wanna hear?
I wanna hear some of that ol' that, ol' dear diary
(Dear diary)
Mr, Mr. Scarface, some of that old shit, you ready?
Yeah, I'm ready

I locks and load, cock and spray
Hit you niggas from a block away
SK to the Stock away
'Cause I know how to hold that shit
Empty the can with one hand and reload that shit

Give 'em the full clip, these niggas is bullshit
Been talkin' big six but scared as fuck when I pulled it
Now eat this motherfuckin' bullet
These niggas got some pussy in 'em
See I got them pissin' in they denim

Man you fuckin' with a stash raper, duct taper
Fuck you police and fuck neighbors
Move to smooth, don't duck or try to shake us
2 P 8 9 ruge, so don't tuck paper

You heard what the man said? Bitch now un ask it
I got to have it
When hitin' licks I'm a savage, you hoes is plastic
I got a semi automatic pointed at your ass
Slowin' me down gets you blasted

For your chunk, I'll trunk your folks
It ain't shit for mac to grip the gat and put the pump to work
Call your bluff run in your spot with a detective suit
Got you cuffed bout to show you what this tech will do

You must of thought that we was friendly
When we told you we was rappers, we Jackers
We want the money, that's what we after
We want the package under the god damn mattress
And if the brain splatters, don't matter, that's what we practice

Blast the rocket, knock off your leg
Tear through your forearm
Sit you in a chair, make your niggas call you short arm
Pelets in your hand, you'll never put shorts on
Ain't shit fair when you got to get your war on

So why don't you come out and play?
Make my mother fuckin' day
Y'all niggas cotton, potatoes like augrotten
We niggas plottin' to hit your stash and leave you rotten

I done bust slugs from all types of shit
I have your ass plugged up to all types of shit
And I show you, dog, how your life can get
And every thing all real fuck what you might can get

'Cause nothin' needs to be said something needs to be done
B give me a cigarette, I think I need one
'Cause in 'bout 15 seconds I'm a set the motherfuckin' alarm off
And shoot this motherfuckers arm off

You niggas better smartin' up
Act like Mac won't come through and spark shit up
Where the fuck you get heart from?
Little bitch ass nigga started commin' out the fuckin' dark from

I done told you, I'm the only nigga pushin' weight
And for another nigga to try to take my place is in the wake
It's time I retaliate
I'll make you mother fuckers pay
Now point me to the motherfuckin', yay

You lookin' at a sick bastard
This stick up shit, I got it mastered
Glove and ski mask it, any body move a lick gettin' blasted
When I'm in the crib for your shit and a thick plastic

I got this duck tape stuck in my pocket for one reason
You can stop screamin', stop squermin' or stop breathin'
'Cause I didn't come here to stay or play your babysitter
I came here to split your mother fuckin' wig, nigga

If your block gettin' money nigga, I want in
Run it in before I run in
Your spot 200 glocks and 100 men
Droppin' More shells than run and 'em

Actin' bad, smash a nigga stash and mash
Snatch the bag, bust him in his ass and dash
Un cock the mag
Kill him I don't need no mask
We Identify each other nigga Mac and Brad

Who you know but Mac and Brad?
Come through all black, no mask and crash your pad
8 clips, 4 hammers, desert eagle the place
Nobody but Sigel and Face, you feel that?

Yeah nigga that's what I'm talkin' about I know you not tired
I'm through, I'm tired and I'm out this motherfucker

Yo, I spit so real so my boys can eat
You got the nerve to have a deal and just noise on beats
Little suburb nigga never saw the streets
Silver spoon ass nigga never drawed your heat

I keep it the truth, what's all the fakin' for?
God damn, every week I got to break a jaw
And you wonder why I smack up niggas?
Shit, it's either that or Mac's gonna clap up niggas

What ya'll want me to do hun? Soften up?
So my raps can start to soften up?
Shit never that, dog, forever my baretta cat
Hittin' niggas in they fitted cap where the letters at

I told ya'll that the truth in here
Recognize hottest thing in a booth in here
The Gooch in here, aiyo, it's over in here
God damn, somebody bring me some juice in here

I used to be a drug dealer
Hangin in the cut sellin' dime rocks
Gettin' cash to eat with
Punchin' a time clock

In the ghetto makin' small change
Slingin' till the sun up
Got to pay my phone bill focusing on the come up

Got 6 shots numbers strait
Crank 'bout 38
Big boys trippin' on me tryin' to nigga hate

This 17 year old Tony Montana type
Ain't never did the killin' but still I'm lovin' the drama right
Under covers pass by thinkin' I don't know the truth
Makin' niggas these offers they know these niggas can't refuse

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I Want It All - Lyrics - La The Darkman

Title: I Want It All
Artist: La The Darkman
Composer(s): Carlos Broady, Baridi Jamar Jackson

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, word up, to my man
Ced Demon, King Gunner, Slow Joe
Word up, men at Montana, lock down
You know, Tarif, word bond, yo

Yo, it's born God, I survive, Park shit is still real
You know sex, money, drugs, death, the whole ordeal
Murderers to kill, Henny demon and ill
Jump in my rocket to the moon, spark an L and just chill

I got to own stocks and bonds, kid, just because I want them
And million dollar businesses with Darkman written on 'em
Not up front but an economical stunt
I want it all, I hope I didn't put that too blunt

Educate, moving on up like the Jefferson's
Cop a Lex, a Jag, a Land Cruiser and a Benz
And a mafia of friends to dispose my foes
Stand over my shoulder while I head crack a C-Lo

Taking care of my peeps 'cause I know how it be
Mad court cases and white papers, that's all we see
From the roll of poverty but I always got mine
Smuggle from now Y to M I on the mainline

Now I'm in cash field still pursuing my path
Sever the mic in half to unleash my wrath
I want an abundance of girls to escape the world
Throw a party on solo, me and seventeen pearls

Puffing on mad Lah, Dunn without a regard
I need thirty three acres of dungeon growing in my backyard
Four courts in the front and bathrooms as big as kitchens
Two thousands gallon aquarium to sink my sharks in

All for one on estate, my whole crew living great
Enter the gate unannounced and you will meet your fate
I'm up Carlito's way, living life for real
Protected to infinity in a security shield

I want it all, Lex and techs and shit
I want it all, a fly wiz and crazy kids
I want it all, Pelee Pelee's and diamond jewels
I want it all and my four-pound to buck them fools, aight

I want it all, Lex and techs and shit
I want it all, a fly wiz and crazy kids
I want it all, Pelee Pelee's and diamond jewels
I want it all and my four pound to buck them fools, aight

I've been hungry since a youth, product of the Bronx
P J's and killer ways, ain't a damn thing changed
I got to snatch mine, did it for the whole world and
Eases to Jesus to drink on Chesterfield Cuban links

Stinging stones on the medallion, I escaped the Island
Don't give a fuck about you, I'm from the Shaolin Asylum
Which way you want it, I need condo's and hoes
Cess, best guests, vortex and black timbo's

Eight-fifty B M, a lighting system that's dimmed
Young Deniro damager, sitting above the rim
La The Dark, my hustling goal is to live great
'Cuz I'm a New York nigga catching money out of state

I want it all, Lex and techs and shit
I want it all, a fly wiz and crazy kids
I want it all, Pelee Pelee's and diamond jewels
I want it all and my four pound to buck them fools, aight

I want it all, Lex and techs and shit
I want it all, a fly wiz and crazy kids
I want it all, Pelee Pelee's and diamond jewels
I want it all and my four pound to buck them fools, aight

Word, born God year, you know?
It's La the Darkman right here
Word up, marvelous, I keep it spicy, kid
Know what I'm saying? For my mad A V cats
You know? B D F B , you know? Word up, murderous

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I Want It All (Album Version) - Lyrics - La The Darkman

Title: I Want It All (Album Version)
Artist: La The Darkman
Composer(s): Carlos Broady, Baridi Jamar Jackson

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, word up, to my man
Ced Demon, King Gunner, Slow Joe
Word up, men at Montana, lock down
You know, Tarif, word bond, yo

Yo, it's born God, I survive, Park shit is still real
You know sex, money, drugs, death, the whole ordeal
Murderers to kill, Henny demon and ill
Jump in my rocket to the moon, spark an L and just chill

I got to own stocks and bonds, kid, just because I want them
And million dollar businesses with Darkman written on 'em
Not up front but an economical stunt
I want it all, I hope I didn't put that too blunt

Educate, moving on up like the Jefferson's
Cop a Lex, a Jag, a Land Cruiser and a Benz
And a mafia of friends to dispose my foes
Stand over my shoulder while I head crack a C-Lo

Taking care of my peeps 'cause I know how it be
Mad court cases and white papers, that's all we see
From the roll of poverty but I always got mine
Smuggle from now Y to M I on the mainline

Now I'm in cash field still pursuing my path
Sever the mic in half to unleash my wrath
I want an abundance of girls to escape the world
Throw a party on solo, me and seventeen pearls

Puffing on mad Lah, Dunn without a regard
I need thirty three acres of dungeon growing in my backyard
Four courts in the front and bathrooms as big as kitchens
Two thousands gallon aquarium to sink my sharks in

All for one on estate, my whole crew living great
Enter the gate unannounced and you will meet your fate
I'm up Carlito's way, living life for real
Protected to infinity in a security shield

I want it all, Lex and techs and shit
I want it all, a fly wiz and crazy kids
I want it all, Pelee Pelee's and diamond jewels
I want it all and my four-pound to buck them fools, aight

I want it all, Lex and techs and shit
I want it all, a fly wiz and crazy kids
I want it all, Pelee Pelee's and diamond jewels
I want it all and my four pound to buck them fools, aight

I've been hungry since a youth, product of the Bronx
P J's and killer ways, ain't a damn thing changed
I got to snatch mine, did it for the whole world and
Eases to Jesus to drink on Chesterfield Cuban links

Stinging stones on the medallion, I escaped the Island
Don't give a fuck about you, I'm from the Shaolin Asylum
Which way you want it, I need condo's and hoes
Cess, best guests, vortex and black timbo's

Eight-fifty B M, a lighting system that's dimmed
Young Deniro damager, sitting above the rim
La The Dark, my hustling goal is to live great
'Cuz I'm a New York nigga catching money out of state

I want it all, Lex and techs and shit
I want it all, a fly wiz and crazy kids
I want it all, Pelee Pelee's and diamond jewels
I want it all and my four pound to buck them fools, aight

I want it all, Lex and techs and shit
I want it all, a fly wiz and crazy kids
I want it all, Pelee Pelee's and diamond jewels
I want it all and my four pound to buck them fools, aight

Word, born God year, you know?
It's La the Darkman right here
Word up, marvelous, I keep it spicy, kid
Know what I'm saying? For my mad A V cats
You know? B D F B , you know? Word up, murderous

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On Love, In Sadness - Lyrics - Waiting For My Rocket To Come - Jason Mraz

Title: On Love, In Sadness
Album: Waiting For My Rocket To Come
Artist: Jason Mraz
Composer(s): Jennifer Keene, Jason Thomas Mraz

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Lyric:
Sing about that, oh, love, it's a brittle madness
Sing about it in all my sadness
Not falsified to say that I found God so

Inevitably, well, it still exists
Pale and fine, I can't dismiss
And I won't resist and if I die, well, at least I tried

And we just lay awake in lust and rust in the rain
And pore over everything we say we trust
Well, it happened again, I listened in through hallways and thin doors
Where the rivers unwind, rust and the rain endure
The rust and the rain so thin, well, I'm in like Flynn again, I'm in

So go on place your order now
'Cause some other time is right around the clock
You can stand in line, well, it finally begins, oh just around the block

You can have your pick if your stomach is sick
Whether you eat or not
And there is just one thing that I almost forgot

Oh, see, you and me, we lay awake in lust and rust in the rain
And pore over everything we say we trust
Well, it happened again, I listened in through hallways and thin doors
Where the rivers unwind, the rivers unwind so easy
Oh, these are the comforts that be

You see, well, I'm feeling lucky, oh well, maybe that's just me
Well, you'd be so proud of me, oh well, if you could only see
How we're gonna grow on up to be
Ah yes, we are thick as thieves

Sing about that, oh, love it's a brittle madness
Sing about it in all my sadness
Not falsified to say that I found God so

Inevitably, well, it still exists
So pale and fine, I can't dismiss
And I won't resist and if I die well at least I tried

And we just lay awake in lust and rust in the rain
And pore over everything we say we trust
Well, it happened again, I listened in through hallways and thin doors
Where the rivers unwind, rust and the rain endure
The rust and the rain endure, I'm sure

Because I'm insofar to know the measure of love ain't lost
Love will never ever be
Insofar to know, the measure of love ain't lost
Love will never ever be
Insofar to know, the measure of love ain't lost
Love will never ever be lost on me

Oh, not tonight, said love will never ever be lost on me
Love will never ever be lost on me
Love will not be
Love will never be lost on me
Love will not be lost on me

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The Tiki Bar Is Open - Lyrics - John Hiatt

Title: The Tiki Bar Is Open
Artist: John Hiatt
Composer(s): John Hiatt

Lyric:
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind

I was out on a leave of absence
From any resemblance to reality
I felt like a rocket launched to the great blue yonder
From the boys down at Kennedy

I was driving by his majesty's court hotel
Where the sign said, "Praise his name"
I was tired and alone, I couldn't see too well
But I don't think that he was to blame

Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind

There's a full moon over Daytona beach
There's a full moon in my mind
And my suntan dream is still out of reach
And the strip malls are robbing me blind

Well, his name was Mr. Dale Earnhardt
And he drove the black, number three
Now the king is gone but he'll not be forgotten
Nor his like will we ever see

Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind

I know a drink ain't no solution
I ain't had one in seventeen years
But if that tiki bar was closed tonight
Well, I might just disappear

Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind

Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind

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All For One - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: All For One
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): D Murphy, M Dixon, L Dechalus

Lyric:
One for all
Is all for one

I hit a beat and swing a note as if my name was David Ruffin
Quick to toast an MC just like an English muffin
Don't worry about a thing 'cause the Puba's never bluffin'
I gets headaches from the wack so then I take a bufferin' and I max
I wait until the opportune time and then I tax but should I max?

Now they say sinning is for sinners so I guess I'm not a sinner
Beginnings is for beginners so I guess I'm no beginner
This is how I spark it, with money in my pocket
When it comes to having pressure I gets hard as a rocket

MC Grand Pu, coming through all the residue
The songs remain classics, dating back to the Babaloo
My boys I call 'em hot, the phones all of them jock
And I can think of many episodes I swung in Lincoln Park

No I'm not a phony and I got a tenderoni
Love the way she is not too fat, not too bony
Don't drink Sanka, won't sink like a tanker
Knock the boots of a skirt in Casablanca and I thank her

Some rappers stink, like Englebert Humperdink
Better yet Dick Caveat, I got a bad habit
Similar to the girl, from she's gotta have it
I think with the brain and I wish behind the zipper

I'm living kinda good similar to Jack Tripper
A landlord named Roper did a show at the Copa
When I finish with this, I'll be paid like Oprah
So, honey wants to act fly

I'll just play like Guy and I'm
Sayin' bye bye, bumb bitch
Stick out your thumb and hitch
'Cause you've been cut off like a light switch

See I'm programmed to slam with the summer, spring, and fall
Before I do a show I get some kicks out the mall
Then I get my gear and I give Trev a call
'Cause he works in the barbershop, right behind the mall

Other rappers tried to rob me but you know they got did
To put it blunt, honey I shrunk the kids
So hookers back off break North here comes the regulator
'Cause you doesn't find none greater

One for all
Is all for one
One for all
Is all for one

On file is a style that's why you caught a clip
My suitcases is packed and I'm going on a trip to Mic-a-delphia
I go for self and still be slamming
The school bell is ringing and I caught somebody cramming

For the test, oh yes, my study guide was thick
I cut you with my verbal didn't hurt you just a nick
Off your face don't play possum watch me and I'll blossom like a rose
And get some new clothes and a fresh fade from Rob

Jump on the phone and dial the Now Rule Mob
Now come one, come all, we about to get hectic
If my crew don't get in, then the X makes an exit
To the rear, I'm outta here, don't front on my brothers

I take care of them before I take care of others
Now wood bats is doomed in the nineties it's aluminum
Step to the stage with a mic and I'm doing him something awful
I'm a citizen and I'm lawful

I go to hunt in the fall, rip the policemen's ball
I got the power to make a car stall
I guess I'm great, from blackness, and when the crowd slackens
I stop drinking, and then I start thinking

About days in the past when Derek X was last
But now I'm on the top damn news travels fast
'Cause I'm like that! They can't see this
Read my book, it contains many pieces of verses

I took the time to delete all the curses
So moms reach deep in your purses
And buy me take me home and try me and do me well

One for all
All is all for one
One for all
All is all for one

Well, while I reign rhymes pour
You suck it up like a straw and jump on the dance floor
'Cause every time I step in a jam
I make like a door and slam

But then girls try to turn my knob cause I'm a heartthrob
I guess it's just a hazard that comes with the job
'Cause every time I rock a rhyme that shows Jammer's intellectual
Girls want to get sexual

Well, I guess I have to cope with being so dope
You want to be me, but can't see me with a telescope
You seek and search but still you can't find
You're weak and it hurts to be deaf dumb and blind

A supreme mind, will take you out of your paralysis
I grip the mic so tight I get callouses
And your analysis, is that the Lord
Rips rhymes into shape with a mic cord

I do it good 'cause I'm a positive black man
Eating up suckers as if I was Pac Man
Not a Dapper Dan fan I stay casual
To rock like the J it comes gradual

You got to know the ledge of wise and dumb
And understand your culture of freedom
Power equally with the Gods
So you can build and form your cipher

All your life you must teach truth
Of the true and living God, not a mystery spook
And when you do that, pursue that goal
Which made the student enroll, and only then you'll prosper

One for all
Is what is all for one
One for all
Is what is all for one

Is what is all for one
Is is all for one
Is what is all for one
Is what is all for one

One for all

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Live From New York - Lyrics - Raekwon

Title: Live From New York
Artist: Raekwon
Composer(s): Michael Dewar, Collin Dewar, Corey Woods, Chris Spheeris

Lyric:
Li-li-live from New York, li-li-live from New York
Is you watchin' what's on my motherfuckin' neck, nigga?
Li-li-live from New York, li-li-live from New York
Live from New York

Yo, yo, all white bolon, the allie pulled on
Kept his fade low, rocked swade in the snow
Blue Tahoe, a wizard on the keyboard
Eyes look bloodshot, Lord, nevermind that, climb the award

In the system we just missed 'em
Came through bangin' nuthin but Wu, the crowd blitzed 'em
Much love, autograph carryin' the Champaigne glasses
Crazy asses, niggas on his neck like ski masks

Chill steppin' the axe, slash through a little fifty an' crash
I wanna drink, knew she'd pocket the cash
Buck Samonite hype nigga, Iron Man blowin' the mic
You motherfuckin' right, live highlight

Then I seen him, nigga was raw, stepped in
Bitches flexin' next to him, bad Mexicans
What up? Showin' you love, you got a real style
Where you from? The Ow, that's Staten Isle, love no doubt

Oh, God, he had a take 'bout a hundred
Some strange nigga think he had arranged, God gone blunted
Pay attention, it's cinch like sacks an' macks
He did the knowledge, ran to the bar an' grabbed stacks

Now the whole parties bubblin', niggas got love in his bug
He had on one glove, rollin' up drugs
Him an' his Vikings ran through, stopped played the back
Then they walked through, live from New York when niggas hug you

Gettin' money an' laced up, live from New York
Gettin' reefer to blaze up, live from New York
Gettin' niggas to dance, aiyyo an' throw both hands up
Won't pull their pants up, live from New York

Gettin' money an' laced up, live from New York
Gettin' reefer to blaze up, live from New York
Gettin' niggas to dance, aiyyo an' throw both hands up
Won't pull their pants up, live from New York

Yo, yo, Madonna money in our pocket, boatin' in a rocket
'Bout to blast off, we charged like the socket
Whips be cleaner than a fuck, jewels basically struck
Strait up Brolox style, layin' in the cut

Bottles strictly done, ring the alarm
Rollie on the arm, arms crossed, two sneakers on
Fly shit, Nikes the majority
NYC state of mind an' we talk with authority

5 borrows is sterile, still out of town playin' mellow
I thought I seen Shalon swade yellow
Rippin' it, new six flippin' it, shorty is drip dippin' in it
When she sit through dick in it

Came to conclusions, what's the solution when your losin'?
Respect mine now from the foul line
Streets is a part of us, teachin' the seeds through the heart of us
Some get locked, that's a scar on us

Gettin' money an' laced up, live from New York
Gettin' reefer to blaze up, live from New York
Gettin' niggas to dance, aiyyo an' throw both hands up
Won't pull their pants up, live from New York

Gettin' money an' laced up, live from New York
Gettin' reefer to blaze up, live from New York
Gettin' niggas to dance, aiyyo an' throw both hands up
Won't pull their pants up, live from New York

Gettin' money an' laced up, live from New York
Gettin' reefer to blaze up, live from New York
Gettin' niggas to dance, aiyyo an' throw both hands up
Won't pull their pants up, live from New York

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Rocket Engines - Lyrics - Warrior Soul

Title: Rocket Engines
Artist: Warrior Soul
Composer(s): Alexander Arundel, Kory Clarke, Pete Mc Lanahan

Lyric:
Get down little scene mis-treater
You love but ya can't believe her
Breeding the atomic freedom
Burnt out like a dead reign
There's no time for Heaven

You got everything ya wanted
Now, you're just a past re-formance

In the bedroom wasteland

Trip out on the fascination
Blast off to the moon to pray on
Winter freeze, all forever
You want but she won't it deliver

It's a bad love situation
Rocket engines love and Coca-Cola
It's a bad love situation, situation low

Get down like a plastic preacher
Your love's an elastic feature
Joy school for those who make it
You're like an abandoned baby

Corporate sin, god lover
So what style, you're naked
Place in time forever
Place the comet's thrill

Beyond in an Avalon kingdom
Light plays come and kiss the mourners
Survive for the dead desire
Worship and destroy the fire

It's a bad love situation
Rocket engines love and Coca-Cola
It's a bad love situation
Rocket engines love and Coca-Cola

We don't need you
We believed you
We don't need you
You don't love me, baby

Flash out of the lovers crying
Conscience in eternal blackout

Ceaseless is the dream of crashing
Backward to the call of screaming
Break off of the handle lovers

Creaking to the horror subject
Message of the shorting shocker
Electric all matter bleeding

It's a bad love situation
Rocket engines love and Coca-Cola
It's a bad love situation
Rocket engines love and Coca-Cola

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Brat Pack - Lyrics - The Rocket Summer

Title: Brat Pack
Artist: The Rocket Summer
Composer(s): Stephen Bryce Avary

Lyric:
For about four years I?ve hated this town
Yeah, so much I just wanna get out
Since graduation was long ago
Please somebody get me out of this hole

'Cause I don?t want to get stuck in here
When I am thirty-four just talkin' 'bout high school years
No I don?t wanna be there, and feel so stuck right here
Back and forth, side to side, oh my dear

My foot to the floor I will drive to the place
Where I can kick it with friends through the night
A place we'll talk about now and the past what the future holds
Hanging out with not much to do
Just aimless with each other is what we do

'Cause this ain?t where it?s at
My friends will second that
And I gotta admit sometimes it?s pretty sad
But it's like were our own brat pack
We're always kickin' back nobody can take that
And that is that it?s like it's all we have

Whoa, whoa
Yeah, oh

Come on say, "Oh, oh, get on the floor
Dance till you got no more"
I know it's there somewhere
Don?t worry I'll be there to rock the party all night
To rock it till there's light our fists in the air
Fightin' the good fight

'Cause' we were singing along
To Peter Gabriel's, 'Sledgehammer' song
You know it?s clear that tonight we belong in this place
So I step back to reflect in this town I hate
And at least just for a second I think I might stay

This ain?t where it?s at
My friends will second that
And I gotta admit sometimes it?s pretty sad
But it's like were our own brat pack
We're always kickin' back nobody can take that
And that is that

So I'll run away to the hopes that I have
But still I fall asleep in the arms of my past
And when I wake so helpless and thinking of that
Just lay back down again, everyday

So maybe later today I'll know
What I will do with my life as I know it
Maybe for now I'll drive back to that place where I belong
And hope to God, it hasn?t changed

This ain?t where it?s at
My friends will second that
And I gotta admit sometimes it?s pretty sad
But it's like were our own brat pack
We're always kickin' back
Nobody can take that no no no

This ain?t where it?s at
My friends will second that
And I gotta admit sometimes it?s pretty sad
But it's like were our own brat pack
We're always kickin' back
Nobody can take that
That is that it?s like it's all we have

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Don'T Get Outta Pocket - Lyrics - Westside Connection

Title: Don'T Get Outta Pocket
Artist: Westside Connection
Composer(s): Treyvon Green, Dedrick Rolison, William Calhoun, Kelly Garmon, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Westside
We live in la la, we smokin' la la
Fuck wit dada, boo, go bye bye
Nigga, ha ha
We live in la la, we smokin' la la
Fuck wit dada, boo, go bye bye
Nigga, ha ha

Get outta pocket, we might just whoop yo' ass
Pull out a rocket, we might just take yo' cash
An' when I cock it, we might step out an' blast
But we ain't gon' let that bullshit pass

I used to be a young phenom like Lebron
Now I'm doin' shit beyond Genghis Khan
Peon, you can't pass on Deon
The best rapper in the world ain't a European

Look, respect my gangsta, nigga, obey
An' I been rich since my first pro day, ask O' Shea
West ridin' is my forte
An' will the hustle ever stop? Nigga, no way

No, niggaz can't fuck wit Dub SC
Gang related an' leavin' 'em leakin' like STDs
C-Walkin' out of the SC, lettin' the tech breathe
Until I rest in peace, Dub gon' rep these streets

K Mac is the one, nigga, fuck Neo
No love, hit 'em up with the dub wherever we go
My game's so cold, the hoes call me Sub Zero
Oh, you know that nigga pimpin', Ken? That's my hero

Get outta pocket, we might just whoop yo' ass
Pull out a rocket, we might just take yo' cash
An' when I cock it, we might step out an' blast
But we ain't gon' let that bullshit pass

Get outta pocket, we might just whoop yo' ass
Pull out a rocket, we might just take yo' cash
An' when I cock it, we might step out an' blast
But we ain't gon' let that bullshit pass

It's catastrophic when I drop it
Atomic, demonic an' off that chronic
It's ironic how I flip them phonics
So fucked up, the product of 'Reaganomics'

I heard the price of yola went up
My gun buddy had a drop, so the pistola went up
The heater hot, nigga, burn ya skin up
The fo' fifth hold a dime an' I shoot all ten up

I'm about guns, fuck roses, I reeze over parole
Some man captured some folks the locstas never foes
Bacon soda aromas niggaz swingin' chrome motors
Dickey bombin', photo shootin' out of stolen automotives

I got diamonds on fingers an' watch on arms
Stay out a nigga way an' you won't be harmed
If I catch a bitch, I'll see for sure she'll be charmed
When I'm rollin' through the hood, a nigga heavily armed

Get outta pocket, we might just whoop yo' ass
Pull out a rocket, we might just take yo' cash
An' when I cock it, we might step out an' blast
But we ain't gon' let that bullshit pass

Get outta pocket, we might just whoop yo' ass
Pull out a rocket, we might just take yo' cash
An' when I cock it, we might step out an' blast
But we ain't gon' let that bullshit pass

Shit, my life is like a rap show
I'm out the back door, so beware of the strap, bro
'Cause that's how my blast go
Ice Cube is a asshole just like Castro

Nigga, I spit flames, leave permanent scars
Connect gang bang an' we G's about ours
An' ain't shit changed, still stripes an' stars
An' I'm done already, ain't got but 4 bars

Holdin' it down, down, down, stoned down, bustin' rounds
I'm Dub, ghetto rich nigga since bow down
Squad down, sendin' flicks to my niggaz locked down
Doin' dolas in streets wit the ragtop down

Yo, write a book 'bout a nigga like me
I got loot like an athlete, just signed wit Nike
You lose ya life if ya ever get sheisty
Could Mac ever run out of snaps? Not likely

Get outta pocket, we might just whoop yo' ass
Pull out a rocket, we might just take yo' cash
An' when I cock it, we might step out an' blast
But we ain't gon' let that bullshit pass

Get outta pocket, we might just whoop yo' ass
Pull out a rocket, we might just take yo' cash
An' when I cock it, we might step out an' blast
But we ain't gon' let that bullshit pass

I pledge allegiance to the rag of the United Westside Connect Gang
An' to the W for which it stands
One neighborhood, under God
Invincible with luxuries an' riches for all

With luxuries an' riches for all
With luxuries an' riches for all
Just don't get outta pocket
Westside

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Only One Way Up - Lyrics - On My Way to Church - Jim Jones

Title: Only One Way Up
Album: On My Way to Church
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Jim Jones

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Lyric:
Uh yeah Jones, uh

Now we set them presidents, to get them presidents
Over the ones that are dead, we'll put guns to your head
Put dots on your loaf like you was wonder the bread
Sheek, Zeke, hell rell and I got some in the feds

I contradict what ever the government says
For them boys on my back wit them bugs by my bed
They still thinkin' that we coppin' sellin raw
Tryin' to put us through them Rico and them Rockefeller' laws

I'm in L.A. the top down the pedals floored
Wit a hot stiletto whore, suck my cock tell the law
And for you fagots I see past all your cheap stares
Nowadays I see my past from a beach chair, yeah

And I the fellin' so relaxed and refreshin' when chillin'
A total change from movin' crack off the steps of the building's
Rollin' wit gangs in the back of the jects where the killin'
In Park Ave where young Chris body found
A number is all to add to task body count
Watch it boy they'll show you how that shorty bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

I'm the most incredible, to ever do what you cats'll never do, or be able to
I'm ahead of you, 'cause I spit like I never ate
And if I did then I'm just never full
Stop the hoe jokes, I'm not a homo, better believe I'll cock the 4-4
I ain't Mexican, but I'll stretch your man, yes I am a fuckin' vato loco

I went from the pot with cocoa to the block with cocoa
To gettin' locked, catchin' a charge dealin' wit the cops with cocoa
Now I'm just hot like cocoa
You can catch me on the block, being watched, in a drop
The same color as chocolate cocoa

I don't walked in the street, with so much raw in my sneaks
God dam, got home and had corns on my feet
I see the Lord when I sleep and often He speaks
He says Juelz you better than all of these creeps

So I got all my shit light, got on my shit right
Not a lot of thems this nice, but the games funny so I gotta do shit right
So to the ball drop and the world blow up, I'm a twirl shit up
Until my peeps come home, Zeke come home
Better believe I'm a keep on beastin' on

Where should I began our pompous, a thousand wins accomplished
Known throughout the atlas, honest been accomplished
You'll be abolished, men, women, children astonished
The don is the one, jewelry way beyond it

Chunky blessed on the chest, funky S when I dress
Thunder storm damn, monkey wrenching' her fresh
But I cope wit the rain, mad I can't float with my dame
Down to the coastal wit Caine, Maine, my boat is a plane

I land on the water, here I go boastin' again
I keep toast, give a toast, inhale smoke for the pain
Girls gone wild, nope, they goin' insane
All doped off the fame, jump rope with my chain

Now thats off the chain, ma take off your chain
I'm 40 will off your brain, kids will be lost and claimed
'Cause of Walton James, now in the orphan game
Whether adoption or foster it's all the same

Jim's the rider of riders, J R's the writer of writers
Juelz you know him well, hell he the fire of fire
I'm the supplier, baffled that's the hustler
Trifle got a knife for that apple inside your jugular

The big apple, I tackle all the customers
Put it on the apple at the castle, come and fuck with us
And further more, got the birds of raw, I deserve a tour
Hey, hey holla' back, swallow that, thats murda' whore

In a Persian turban, swervin', that suburban mergein'
Curvin', herb in the air, yeah, yeah I'm hurtin' y'all
See I crash and cop it, mash and mop it, blast a rocket
Natural born hustler, yeah crack I stocked it

Now my drugs are legal, so just pass the profit
Three months alone sizzurp will smash the notic
We them B boys in one year a quarter billion
Here come the clothin' line, I got your order children
And thats more than illin', long as the Lord is willin'
I'm a pour in millions, so applaud a villain, killa

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You Got It - Lyrics - Lucas Grabeel

Title: You Got It
Artist: Lucas Grabeel
Composer(s): Nathaniel Bosley, Lucas Grabeel

Lyric:
Let's do it!

You got it, you got it
You got it, you got it good
Come on now, take your best shot
You got it, you got it good
Come on now, hit it right on the dot

You got it good, come on now
Give it all you got
You got it so good
Make this dance floor hot

You got it, yes, you got it
Oh you got it, oh you got it good
Come on now, just take your best shot
You got it so good, come on now
Just hit it on the dot

Oh and you got it so good, give it all that you got
Oh and you got it so good, make this dance floor hot
You got it

Make the dance floor hot
The dance floor hot
The dance floor hot
The dance floor hot

(You got, got it)
The dance floor hot
(You got, got it)
The dance floor
Make the dance floor, make the dance floor
Make this dance floor hot

Make the dance floor hot
(You got, got it)
(You got, got it)
The dance floor hot
(You got, got it)
The dance floor
(God I've got to, got to have it so good)
You got it, you got it
Come on now, take your best shot
You got it

Oh you got it so good, hit it on the dot
Oh you got it so good, give it all that you've got
Yeah you got it so good, make this dance floor hot

You got, you got, got it
Got, got it, got, got, got it
You got it, got it, god I've got to got to have it

Make the dance floor hot
(You got, got it)
(You got, got it)
The dance floor hot
(You got, got it)
The dance floor hot
(God I've got to got to have it)
The dance floor

Show me what you got, girl
You gotta make this dance floor hot
Come on, you're gonna fly away in a rocket
'Cause girl I know you got it

Make the dance floor hot
(You got it)
The dance floor hot
(Oh you got it)
The dance floor hot
(Oh you got it)
Make the dance floor hot
(Oh you got it good)
Come on now, just take your very best shot

You gots it

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West Side Story - Lyrics - LFO - Lfo

Title: West Side Story
Album: LFO
Artist: Lfo
Composer(s): B Young, D Brain, Rich Cronin

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Lyric:
Veronica's the song that's in my head, Veronica's the name I've often said
But her friends say she's too good for me, it's kinda like a West Side Story
She's the only one for me, she's the only girl I see
I can't seem to find a damn thing wrong with her, Veronica

Every day I see your friends talkin' about me
But I know there's something there that no one can see
It reminds me of Romeo and Juliet like we're living on a movie set
Montague and Capulet, make your daddy sweat
'Cause he wishes we had never met

She says that I just make her world go round, God knows I feel it too
I'm so in love, I'm so in love, I'm so in love with you

Veronica's the song that's in my head, Veronica's the name I've often said
But her friends say she's too good for me, it's kinda like a West Side Story
She's the only one for me, she's the only girl I see
I can't seem to find a damn thing wrong with her, Veronica

Your brothers say, it's over now they're looking for me
But I know there's something there that no one can see
It reminds me of Romeo and Juliet like we're living on a movie set
I'm a shark and you're a jet, make your mommy sweat
'Cause she wishes we had never met

She says I just make her world go round, I know 'cause I feel it too
I'm so in love with you

Veronica's the song that's in my head, Veronica's the name I've often said
But her friends say she's too good for me, it's kinda like a West Side Story
She's the only one for me, she's the only girl I see
I can't seem to find a damn thing wrong with her, Veronica

Yeah
Check, check, check, check, uh

Johnny Rocket, got her number in my pocket
We was on the run, daddy got a gun, stop it
Playin' with Veronica, she's got me now
But her brother got a biscuit and it might go pow

I'm shaking to breakin' and makin' and bakin'to do
Wit'cha and yo crew and ain't doin' nothing
But grabbin' a mic and I'm smackin' a mic
And I'm still on beat

You can't stop the blood rush and you can't stop love
So it's time to knuckle up and pray to the Lord above

She says that I just make the world go round, God knows I feel it too
I'm so in love with you

Veronica's the song that's in my head, Veronica's the name I've often said
But her friends say she's too good for me, it's kinda like a West Side Story
She's the only one for me, she's the only girl I see
I can't seem to find a damn thing wrong with her, Veronica

Veronica's the song that's in my head, Veronica's the name I've often said
But her friends say she's too good for me, it's kinda like a West Side Story
She's the only one for me, she's the only girl I see
I can't seem to find a damn thing wrong with her, Veronica

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Here We Go - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Here We Go
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Derek Lynch, Andre Weston, Willie Hines, Chris Charity

Lyric:
Yo, it's the slick, rugged dick
Tripe nigga from the heights again
I'm gettin' nice again, enter pussies like mice and men

So I pretend to be something that you ain't
You got me laughin' to tha fuckin' bank
And plus I'll do ya something stank, nigga

I'm bad to the bone, gnaws on the gristle
Puttin' the squeeze on niggas, so what?
Fuck Mr.Whipple if ya nibble on my ear
Yeah, baby girl, it might tickle

I drink Old E like Fred D, drink the ripple
Word ta God, niggas wanna play hard rock for doses
That shit got to go, I cock back, shot the flow, caught

Now hook 'em to the respirator
Drip the shit bag to his hip while he vision in tha escalator
Now play tha humble in the tunnel
With the bright light at tha end of it
Word is born, time ta end this shit

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Guess, who's next up ta flex, no need ta introduce
We holdin' down tha spot just like tha pimps do on the 40 deuce
So here's the story, kid ya bore me, don't ignore me
You gettin' kills in my territory

You think you're clever sun, but you never sun
Gonna get a chance ta fuckin' con me like Edison
I think ya better run 'cause I'm comin' atcha
And what the fuck ya gonna do when I catch ya?

Ya liddle bastid you'll get that ass kicked, when I blast it
Your gonna end up in a fuckin' casket
I kicks tha mad shit, I come ta show tha flow
You're fuckin' with a pro but I guess, by now ya know, so

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Well, now I gotcha niggas stumblin', I see ya fumblin'
Kill tha mumblin' 'cause when I'm on tha track
I'm never wack when I be rumblin'
Like this, like that, I'm fatter than the fattest

Niggas wish they had this
They know, my style's the fuckin, baddies'
You got tha status but yo you're just a pussy
I'll fuck your girl, I'll make her do that watussi

You need protection when in my section
For the injection, another one in my fuckin' collection
I blast off like a rocket, so don't knock it till ya try it
I come deep like a riot, ya can't deny it

I keep it on lock, a forty and blunt ma'fucka and ya don't stop
I'm on tha scene with tha nicotine puffa
I gut ya clean ta make your fuckin' spleen rupture
Nice with the ways since the days ask niggas

I know a lot of rap figures and pushin' crack niggas
Prhaps wack niggas need ta play tha back step
I got styles for days but styles ain't even hatch yet
Hate me but never violate me

Used to smoke a pound a week but I been gettin' higher lately
Rhyme sayers need prayers 'cause snipers gettin' hot
When you make tha sign of the cross, X marks tha spot
L clips to my lips with my niggas to my side

380 sesh in the 325, oops, I'm at the eight now
East think I push more rock than Mr. Slate
I'm fat like Ricki Lake, here we go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go
Word up

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Man Down - Lyrics - Hell On Earth - Mobb Deep

Title: Man Down
Album: Hell On Earth
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Tajuan Akeom Perry, Albert < Johnson,Us 2> Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
That's my word, God, kick that thug shit, God
Kick that motherfuckin' thug shit man, word up, man
(What's up, son? What's up?)
Word up, get go
(No doubt, nigga)
Money no represent, knowI'msayin'?
(All the time, baby)

No doubt
(YouknowI'msayin'?)
Who we got here, son?
(Shine, baby, shine)
(Look)
Look who we have here, yo
(Up in the sky, sky)

Here come the vultures, the Mobb-laced potent rap shit
Perhaps, kid, make it happen, start the flippin'
You fuckin' comic, who you kidding?
My nigga's laughing, blood bathin', the world's greatest
In-famous crime-zanous to interfere would be dangerous
Plane descent, stand clear, save your strength
You couldn't do the limp if you was coked up
By my Z'd up, whatever the fuck, who gives a fuck? You get fucked
My coalition specializes in collision

The clash of the cliques, the duel o' the iron mac
Spit and leave ya half-split
You'll be missin' much more than a fraction when it's time for action
Hit 'em while a man down, make that nigga backspin
Trapped up, a [unverified] madman
We blastin', you're collapsin', heavily light my gold Mac 10
Get imprisoned with dem raps they have you relapsin'
You get castin' the Mobb, deaf and assin'

We face splashin', dope fake's ice-pick stabbin'
He slow leakin', he 'ternally bleedin' for speakin'
Outta place, niggas get placed back indecent
Live at the main event may I present
Screamin' out loud for any squad that's deaf
My Infamous Mobb, ya heart throb, hold ya breath
It's KO from dead arm rights and hard lefts
Another satisfied consumer who got blessed
Single out ya army til' there's no man left

Man down
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man down
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man down
(Man down, down, down, down)
Lay the fuck down

Infamous cartel, visible evidence
We scarred well, associated team benevolent
Never hesitant, opposition get settled here with
Sharp shit that'll rip through one hundred layers of Kevlar
Sharp like the jim star, exiled, son, he get sent far
He's the foulest, QBC gat bust the loudest
Below profile, peep style, thirsty prowest

Catchin' court cases, pay for your legal aid
Son, that's money wasted, I ain't got time for that
Invest third place on my best sold rap
On the scrap from the ignorant cats
It'll be dead in a few, just like that
Couldn't bust his gat right
(Yo, y'know what?)

But now you bucked your own man, amateur ass
Homeboy take that ass to class
But you cut in, duckin' a reality blast
You catch a D minus fuckin' with New York's finest
The conversation from them outsiders
Dick riders, connivers bomb ya camp
We know survivors, push you off guard, got homicidin'
We analysin', tell you up front ain't no surprises
We take you down first 'round, give ya man pound

Man down
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man down
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man down
(Man down, down, down, down)
Lay the fuck down

Check it out, dun, them niggas ain't ones
To be blowin' off the top and shit, I'm tired of shit
Dun, I'm about to dot the bitch and leave him stiff
Toss me the fifth so I can bless the God with gift
Yo nigga Noyd, what's the topic? Yo, the topic is this
Let me start from the beginning at the top of the list
First of all them tight niggas with that space-down shit

I stick a rocket up in they ass and give 'em a lift
My marvelous Mobb is tonic, intoxicant, bee-swee
Morphine raps, you get dope from inner mind-see
Shit fienin', now get your fix 'cuz you need it
Fuckin' up your intravenous, the Infamous Mobb top secret
The only way you weakin' is if you beakin' this

Sneak devy niggas mischievous
'Knowledgin' the God behind the scene on some snake shit
The vultures, water from their mouth but we can taste it
We just waitin' with patience
Yo, dun, check the cross-examination these niggas fakin'
So you can scream, you can fiend, you can dream for the bacon
Or you can snatch the Mac for the fagot, ai
Bang 'em up, fuck 'em up

Man down
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man down
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man down
(Man down, down, down, down)
Lay the fuck down
Lay the fuck down, down, down, down

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Cause Im A Playa - Lyrics - Project Pat

Title: Cause Im A Playa
Artist: Project Pat
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Frankie Beverly, Chad L Butler, Earl Patrick Houston, Jordan Houston

Lyric:
I keep my cup raised up my nigga 'cause I'm a playa
Nigga 'cause I'm a playa, nigga 'cause I'm a playa
My dollars stay stackin' and nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'
Nigga 'cause I'll be mackin', nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'

I keep my cup raised up my nigga 'cause I'm a playa
Nigga 'cause I'm a playa, nigga 'cause I'm a playa
My dollars stay stackin' and nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'
Nigga 'cause I'll be mackin', nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'

I'm just out here slangin' CDs nigga like rock for rockers
Still rollin' hypnotize, we quick to knock off yo' blocker
Blastin' nothin' but choppers, nigga we non-stoppers
Whippin' up this cream, real mean like Betty Crocker

The guts icy white tin, leather is what I'm lik-in'
Pull up chrome rims, didn't holla, she must be dykin'
Like she didn't see the colors change, colors on my paint job
Just like all the colors on my ice in my wrist watch

Pimps scarred, nothin' but some conversation for some dough
Slangin' these words out my mouth like I'm sellin' snow
Tellin' no lies, compromise, only cheese wise
If ya try to cross, real killers then you must die

I keep my cup raised up my nigga 'cause I'm a playa
Nigga 'cause I'm a playa, nigga 'cause I'm a playa
My dollars stay stackin' and nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'
Nigga 'cause I'll be mackin', nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'

I keep my cup raised up my nigga 'cause I'm a playa
Nigga 'cause I'm a playa, nigga 'cause I'm a playa
My dollars stay stackin' and nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'
Nigga 'cause I'll be mackin', nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'

Mackaroni Pretty Tony Snow keep it poppin'
Movin' to the Internet, keep that pussy droppin'
Mob it up, slop it up, see the ball chop it up
Whip it up, sit down on that meat I'm fit' to push it up

If that game was over I'd get some work and cook it up
Wanna show let's rook it up, you want a beat I'll hook it up
We run the streets I seen a part up in the shit I took it up
She wanted me to hit her pussy I'ma go off in her butt

What you gon' do, when that thang go to fightin'?
I'ma lay ya deep off in them hoes, them hoes be boppin'
Tellin' me to stop but bitch, I ain't fit' to stop it
Ya pussy is a pit bull bitch, gon' and lock it

Fuckin' 'round wit' me I knock ya thang up outta socket
Ya ho wanna look at me, ya bitch is outta pocket
Flyin' in the Bentley gettin' it sucked just like a rocket
Pimp C bitch I got a zoo off in my closet

I keep my cup raised up my nigga 'cause I'm a playa
Nigga 'cause I'm a playa, nigga 'cause I'm a playa
My dollars stay stackin' and nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'
Nigga 'cause I'll be mackin', nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'

I keep my cup raised up my nigga 'cause I'm a playa
Nigga 'cause I'm a playa, nigga 'cause I'm a playa
My dollars stay stackin' and nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'
Nigga 'cause I'll be mackin', nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'

Cruisin' Chelsea Avenue, in the hood it's a sunny day
Junts out, walkin' miniskirts, let them bunnies play
Money stay in a nigga's pocket wrapped in rubber bands
Seven hundred ones wit' 'bout seventy Benjamins

Understand couple hollow jackets in the barrel
Make a wild nigga wanna walk a straight and narrow
My dogs strapped on point, God we like the pharaoh
My hundred shots, comin' out the mouth of the calico

Yeah' know, mayne a nigga do's what he gon' do
I'm lookin' for some beef but the kind at a barbecue
Comin' through, flickin' old school, Box Chevy thang
Ridin' twenty two's on you fools, let the system bang

I keep my cup raised up

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