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Monday, August 2, 2010

Reppin - Lyrics - Royal Flush

Title: Reppin
Artist: Royal Flush
Composer(s): Ramel Govantes, Lee Peters, Larry White, Leshan Lewis

Lyric:
Royal Flush that worldwide, moves wit destiny
(No doubt baby)
Rubies and neck fatigues, Fort Knox and the N.Y.C.
(It's only right)

Royal Flush that worldwide, moves wit destiny
(No doubt baby)
Rubies and neck fatigues, Fort Knox and the N.Y.C.
(It's only right)

Royal Flush AKA Doc Holiday, all day
The act jeeps, for foreplay, I keep it the raw way
My lifestyle'll spendin' these riches and fuck bitches
Coppin' keys and smokin' mad weed on the benches

I'm street struck, that's why your man Rob got buck
Keep ya guards up, and God bless that nigga that's tough
I hate to open up ya face, half moon you wit the razor
Flush, you run for Mayor of New York, best over take ya

Plus my shit is flavor, my mind increase ill behavior
Blow the detonator, my life story is gettin' greater
Linen suits and gators, private jets to Las Vegas
You can watch me, but can't stop me

My crew is wild like the Nazi
And keep my neck flooded like Liberace
And high speed, livin' his life in luxury
Drop top ease, I'm tryin' to get money, across seas

While my lady shippin' agent 3-80's, from Germany
Who to say I'm shady, just to calm nigga crazy
Affastinate me, it's sabotage, all that hates me

Royal Flush that worldwide, moves wit destiny
(No doubt baby)
Rubies and neck fatigues, Fort Knox and the N.Y.C.
(It's only right)

Royal Flush that worldwide, moves wit destiny
(No doubt baby)
Rubies and neck fatigues, Fort Knox and the N.Y.C.
(It's only right)

New York inspire rhymes, like a Flush crime
And organize wit the best dominant sex wit techs
Till we all rest, invest in cool glocks and jets
Five thousand dollar pents, blue gets up in my Rolex

It's Saddam takin' over, ripin' a range rover
A black Casanova, worldwide, should of told ya
How I get down, representin' Queens is my style
Crack the bubble now, I bring the trouble foul

You P.C. just like the Isle
Won't settle for another East coast props
And cameo spots and New York Undercover
And burnin' rubber through the street's lights

And black wizard weed pipe
That make me smoke pineapple wit my A-alike
God bless the street, rebel mind to the test
The higher inferred, record cake nigga, Corleone respect

Royal Flush that worldwide, moves wit destiny
(No doubt baby)
Rubies and neck fatigues, Fort Knox and the N.Y.C.
(It's only right)

Royal Flush that worldwide, moves wit destiny
(No doubt baby)
Rubies and neck fatigues, Fort Knox and the N.Y.C.
(It's only right)

I wanna seal wit my Kiko, destiny and maxi millions
Gold bricks to build buildings, diamond sets, spiritualism
Rainbow, force fields, my niggas that toss steel
Conceal the heat, slum in the street, believe it's all real

Nothin' really changed, but the game had it's season
Go against the grain and we flame you for treason
You must of been insane to think that Queens and you was even
Repped the worldwide, wit tight fists and now you leavin'

New York is reason, for the nation to believe in
My ways, Fort Knox plans, Royal Flush, Phenom P.
Equity plans and if you missed it, movin' on your weak
Had you twisted, the 'Lanz fam tradition ancient like the pyramid

Royal Flush that worldwide, moves wit destiny
(No doubt baby)
Rubies and neck fatigues, Fort Knox and the N.Y.C.
(It's only right)

Royal Flush that worldwide, moves wit destiny
(It's only right, baby)
Rubies and neck fatigues, Fort Knox and the N.Y.C.
(It's only right)

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Worldwide - Lyrics - Royal Flush

Title: Worldwide
Artist: Royal Flush
Composer(s): Ramel Govantes, Leshan Lewis

Lyric:
Lettin' niggas talk that 'New York, New York' shit
That's where I'm from, man, what the fuck's the deal?
No doubt, motherfucker, what the fucks the deal, man?
Word up, fagot ass niggas, man

Niggas in New York be lettin' niggas shit on 'em
First you drinkin' snapple, now you drinkin' Moe
'Cuz you livin' ain't no reason for you to be shittin', fagot
Word, fagot ass, go getcha guns

Some nights I wake up out my sleep blastin'
Go get some water for my aspirin
My life fashion, gold chains guns and cashin'
I'm askin', do I got to be king for action?
Fuck a playa fame, New York is still the same

A Queens thang, representin', Flush reigns supreme
It's a scheme, overpower ya team wit cream
Man, you sensitive, how you let these cats shit on your residence?
With fake robberies, who shot who wit no evidence

I'm bringin' it, tired of niggas sittin' back and seein' it
Escape through the light, penetrate streets is trife
Representin' from the lands with the guns and good smoke
Heavy shine, poppin' them lines and cut throats

Don't provoke or get your team smoke for broke
And no joke, you just a boy
You not bad enough to compete to challenge us
Bustin' off the guns wit the silencers

Word, New York, New York, big city of dreams
Comin' from Queens, where we don't get caught up in between
Wit the nonsense, all these pussy niggas actin' sex
Takin' off your chest, bring it to the desert where I rest
South east to west, bustin' straight slugs through your vest

Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin'
Keep your mind on Queens when the dog starts barkin'
Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin'
Keep your mind on Queens when the dog starts barkin'

It's time to dead your whole situation
New York is full of murderers, guns and court cases
Baggin' wit razors bring me no-chaser, that be that wasteland flavor
It's major, vibratin' through the states like a pager

Whose the one to blame when you get stuck for gold chains?
Shootin' close range, half of these niggas died in the game
It's a city thing, blastin' at cops by all means
Keep it real throughout out Queens, catchin' jooks for cream

On the tap phone, fuckin' wit niggas that's far from home
G-S's chrome, makin' power moves like Capone
Shits zone, fuckin' wit this nigga, Flush holds his own
Guaranteed to blow, puffin' on the trees, do I go way low?

Kidnappin' children for dough, that's how it go
Place a criminal minds, traces are hard to find
To commit crime, half of these niggas is droppin' dimes
Here the time, blowin' your block just like a mine

Flushing design, keep my neck flooded wit shine
I'm out to get it, you feel somethin' sweet
Go getcha heat and your peeps
And findin' body parts on the streets

Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin'
Keep your mind on Queens when the dog starts barkin'
Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin'
Keep your mind on Queens when the dog starts barkin'

Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin'
Keep your mind on Queens when the dog starts barkin'
Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin'
Keep your mind on Queens when the dog starts barkin'

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Makin Moves - Lyrics - Royal Flush

Title: Makin Moves
Artist: Royal Flush
Composer(s): Anthony Best, Ramel Govantez, Bobby Hutcherson

Lyric:
It go one for all my people in the pen doing time
Stupid niggas that was force to do a life of livin' crime
If you gotta do, whatever, just to keep a little cheddar
(Makin' moves y'all, makin' moves y'all)

It go one for all my people in the pen doing time
Stupid niggas that was force to do a life of livin' crime
If you gotta do, whatever, just to keep a little cheddar
(Makin' moves y'all, makin' moves y'all)

I'm going through the levels of hell
Where life get token by a drug sale
Weigh ya grams on ya scale, holdin' block for real
Shootin' niggas out to kill, savin' money for bail
While the takes make ya squeal, beat you down til you ill

It's a struggle motherfucker, when you walk wit ya steel
While the base heads lookin' for someone that deal
While my Ryan died tryin' to eat his last meal
Seen it come and go, many succeed, but some bleed

Goin day by day, carryin' works like a disease
Do you get the picture, the basic fact, why we strapped?
While little kids kidnapped and cars get jacked
Bring it to a man that could never help you wit that

I'm on the road to the riches, bitches countin' my stack
Keep the red eyes, and shootin' bullets back to back
Hypnotize smokin' la, sometime it feels like pipe
I gotta get mind, you gotta get yours, by all cause

It go one for all my people in the pen doing time
Stupid niggas that was force to do a life of livin' crime
If you gotta do, whatever, just to keep a little cheddar
(Makin' moves y'all, makin' moves y'all)

It go one for all my people in the pen doing time
Stupid niggas that was force to do a life of livin' crime
If you gotta do, whatever, just to keep a little cheddar
(Makin' moves y'all, makin' moves y'all)

That's why I sit back and smoke my reefer
Listen what the Gods teach ya
Fuck a preacher, holdin' guns'll great ya
Streets make it hard to survive, so most die
Some niggas is paralyzed, catchin' slugs in they spine

Do the mankind, holdin' my nine, commitin' crimes
Sometime my mind relax, leave the block then come back
It's all affected way cracks and little kids packin' gat
Bitches fuckin' for stat, New York is wild like that

Perhaps you got an open 'cause judge in ya face
Sister made a mistake, got you layin' upstate
5 to 15, holdin' ya ox, from gettin' wop
While somebody else fuckin' ya girl right on ya block

Niggas bustin' that cops for props
These streets is hot, sawed-off shotguns and weed spots
Snitches that eavesdrop, first of all started hard rocks
Stealin' outta car, last night they talk nonstop, word

It go one for all my people in the pen doing time
Stupid niggas that was force to do a life of livin' crime
If you gotta do, whatever, just to keep a little cheddar
(Makin' moves y'all, makin' moves y'all)

It go one for all my people in the pen doing time
Stupid niggas that was force to do a life of livin' crime
If you gotta do, whatever, just to keep a little cheddar
(Makin' moves y'all, makin' moves y'all)

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Dead Letter - Lyrics - Royal Flush

Title: Dead Letter
Artist: Royal Flush
Composer(s): Ramel Govantes, Lala La Forrest Cope

Lyric:
Dear Magic, how is livin' life up there?
Is it the same thing, people smoke weed and drink beer?
I swear, shit is really sink down here
Pardon the wet spot, but that's a drop from my tear

Oh yeah, Two-casin Bob, he's still out here
Plus your little brother's growin' up, mom's steady holdin' up
But guess what, Sha-born just got locked up, shit's rough
Plus I started rappin' and such and signed to Blunt

Tryin' to make it platinum and plus
And even tried dust, put in handcuffs
'Member little John I snuffed
Nigga startin' to act to tough

Caught him off guard and got bucked
So when he get up there, get his stupid ass touch
So one love, nigga, know that I miss you much

And when you died they got the best of me
I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me
But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny
It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace

And when you died they got the best of me
I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me
But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny
It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace

I'm constantly thinkin' 'bout your presence
We used to bustin' weapons and cursin' out reverend
We met around seven, and got married to the game at eleven
Rollin' dice was heaven, started fuckin' grown women
Drivin' cars is tinted, if it's beef we all in it

Let me stop for a minute, mind zonin' and bented
Almost crashed the rented, ninety miles a minute
Pull over, sweat the linen, started to lose my vision
Is it you I'm really missin'? I turn my head when no one's listenin'
The last words you said, "Tell Uni that I'm whistlin'"

And when you died they got the best of me
I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me
But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny
It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace

And when you died they got the best of me
I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me
But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny
It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace

P.S., I've been writin' you, since you left
Never understand why you wasn't wearin' a vest
But for you, it's God bless, take it off your chest
I guess it's all a test, smokin' mad weed for the stress

Put my A-alike to rest, I'm gonna stay here
And live life up to best, you got my pictures yet?
Of me and Ty-Boogie sippin' mad Moet
That Carnel shit, if you ain't got them

I send some more flicks so right me back quick
'Cuz soon or later I'll be wit you smokin' mad spliffs
Plus I got a headache and my hands startin' to slip
I miss you so much, I can't deal wit this shit

And when you died they got the best of me
I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me
But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny
It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace

And when you died they got the best of me
I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me
But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny
It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace

And when you died they got the best of me
I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me
But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny
It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace

And when you died they got the best of me
I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me
But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny
It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Three Small Words - Lyrics - Josie &Amp; The Pussycats

Title: Three Small Words
Artist: Josie &Amp; The Pussycats
Composer(s): Deborah Kaplan, David Gibbs, Harry Elfont

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Lyric:
I'm a Punk Rock Prom Queen
Brown paper magazine
Hotter than you've ever seen
And everywhere and in between

I'm a ten-ticket thrill ride
Don't ya wanna come inside
A five-star triple-threat
Hardest of the hard to get
No one's little red Corvette
Ain't seen nothing like me yet

Six whole hours and five long days
For all your lies to come undone
And those three small words, were way too late
'Cause you can't see that I'm the one

I'm your late-night head rush
Ace-high royal flush
Red velvet orange crush
You just don't impress me much

A glossy double-cover spread
Opened up inside your head
A black-cherry paradise
Half the sugar twice the spice
I don't wanna treat you nice
Come on baby, roll the dice

Six whole hours and five long days
For all your lies to come undone
And those three small words, were way too late
'Cause you can't see that I'm the one

It took six whole hours and five long days
For all your lies to come undone
And those three small words, were way too late
'Cause you can't see that I?m the one

It took six whole hours and five long days
For all your lies to come undone
And those three small words, were way too late
'Cause you can't see that I?m the one

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

The Cincinnati Kid - Lyrics - Ray Charles

Title: The Cincinnati Kid
Artist: Ray Charles
Composer(s): Lalo Schiffrin

Lyric:
He came with the name Cincinnati
A kid with no ace in the hole
On a hot poker pot, Cincinnati
Had staked his heart and soul

He played night and day like a demon
And prayed for that one lucky day
When the lush royal flush of his dreaming
Is just a game away

Beyond all the green felt shadows
His own queen of hearts will wait
But till he's king of the green felt shadows
She'll wait and wait and wait

For sure as the cards will be falling
And chips in the pot, he'll remain
For the book 'Lady Luck' will be calling
Whoah, the Cincinnati kid, I mean the Cincinnati kid

Whoah, the Cincinnati kid, whoah, the Cincinnati kid
I'm talking about the Cincinnati kid
Everybody knows the Cincinnati kid
Have you heard about the, the Cincinnati kid?

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Country Cousins - Lyrics - Ear Drum - Talib Kweli

Title: Country Cousins
Album: Ear Drum
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Fonce Mizell, Raheem Devaughn, Larry Mizell, Talib Kweli Greene, Bernard James Freeman, Chad L. Butler

Lyric:
Yo son, what the deal, son? What's really hood, son?
The word is bond, shit is real, shit is real
Yo son, this block is dead
Nigga need to go over here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by all means
You know what I'm sayin', son?

Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that everybody talked this way
Raised on Rakim and Run-DMC
So I thought that everybody 'Walked This Way'

We fresh, we chill, we def, we ill
It's just some things I was taught to say
And every Saturday morning
I watched cartoons with a bowl of Frosted Flakes

The puberty came, started hittin' them cuties with game
And the truancy came
Started cuttin' in just class, I was comin' all fast, I was new to game
Used to playin' on TV courtesy of video music box
Plus knew a lot of hustlas, goin' O.T., comin' back with the new hip hop

Like E-40 holding down the yay , N.W.A. in L.A.
OutKast from the A-Town, way down in Houston, they play the UGK
I walk and talk kinda fast and thought of as a New York kinda rhymer
But must New Yorkers got family in South and North Carolina

L.A. is little Alabama
They walk and they talk with a country grammar
And you think everybody else sound country
So they started callin' 'em Bamas

Down south where we buy them hammers
Down south where we sell them drugs
Down south where life is cheap
Where they quick to fill you with them slugs

It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
Want it simply put? You can't rip me
When I spit for the set, everyone free
I'ma underground king, nigga Pimp C free
Word up to my man Bun B, what?

It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
The things you bustin', the game you hustlin', the days you're cuttin'
The flame you cuffin' and the lames you snuffin', your name is nothin'

Growin' up in P.A., I knew nobody out there talked like us
Nothin' but that county slang, what up, dog? What up, cuzz?
Late night you see us guzzlin' 40's, menthols, wine and weed
Sittin' on the back porch, gettin' zooted, feelin' fine indeed

Listenin' to Eric Band, Rakim or EPMD
Cool C and Steady B, plus that Public Enemy
Not to mention N.W.A., DJ Quik and MC Eiht
Down south we listen to it all, we didn't discriminate

Then along came Geto Boys, Raheem and the Royal Flush
Rap-A-Lot Records based out in Houston, represents for us
OG style, they cars, ditch that 4 and too much trouble
Our squad is gangsta nigga, put it down for H-Town on the double

So I said it's time to hustle, got down with my brother C
Put together UGK and shit, the rest is history
We make hits by the dozen, put it down when they said we wasn't
Trust me it's nothin', just another day in the life for country cousins

It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
Want it simply put? You can't rip me
When I spit for the set, everyone free
I'ma underground king, nigga Pimp C free
Word up to my man Bun B, what?

It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
The things you bustin', the game you hustlin', the days you're cuttin'
The flame you cuffin' and the lames you snuffin', your name is nothin'

In Brooklyn, New York, I'm down with Large and Marl
Back in P.A.T., man, we be sippin' the barre
I'm down with J from Houston and I think it should be
But when I'm out in L.A., I fuck with Ice-T

$hort Dog is my OG, we been down forever
Taught me the game, lane to lane, and keep my pimpin' together
Niggaz don't understand by far back in the day
It was 'mazin' and my brother put me up on Black Star

Start as blacks off the news, I weighed
'Cause we isolate ourselves and give our ghetto pass away
My niggaz passed away in an unreal way
They mommas' depleted
I'm just tryna make sure that their kids straight

I'm on the Chitalin tour with my mic in my hand
Shittin' on these jealous niggaz in the new world clan
I wouldn't trade it for nothin', only a crazy man would
I represent for the whole south, I made it just for my hood
The pimpin's good

I got cousins, country cousins
Like blood that's thicker than water, down dirty 'cross the border
I got cousins, country cousins
Like blood that's thicker than water, down dirty 'cross the border
In my country cousins

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Thursday, July 29, 2010

Bad Man - Lyrics - Conway Twitty

Title: Bad Man
Artist: Conway Twitty
Composer(s): Conway Twitty

Lyric:
I have the reputation that's known throughout the land
They say I'm master on the draw of any livin' man
They call me a bad man, they say I kill for fun
They say the only thing I know is how to use a gun
But they don't know the reason they branded me as bad
It started many years ago when I was just a lad

I rode into a cattle town, a boy of twenty-three
So young and yet that very day I carved my destiny
I walked into the town saloon that sad and faithful day
Then I began to gamble to pass the time away
I thought I played a hand or two then hit the thrill again
But Lady Luck was with me and I began to win

The dealer kept on dealin', the stakes were gettin' high
And pretty soon there was no one left but an old cowboy and I
The minutes seemed like hours, you couldn't hear a sound
We've been in race until we'd lay all our money down
The cowboy smiled and showed his hands, three aces he did hold
But I laid down the royal flush and reached to claim my gold

The cowboy stood and faced me, his hands hung on his hips
A look of hate was in his eyes and the smile had left his lips
He said, ?Young man, slap leather, I'm known for miles around
To keep my reputation about I got to gun you down?
White lightnin' speeded through that fire, one life will be the cost
The cowboy crumbled to the floor, his reputation lost

Now years have come and years have gone and many men have died
He's tried his luck and hoped he'd be the fastest gun alive
And in my many fights to live, I wondered if I'd won
I'm known by all the bad men, they think I kill for fun
Someday I'll meet the cowboy who's speed will meet the test
And that will in the saga of the bad man of the west

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Save Me From Myself - Lyrics - Back to Basics - Christina Aguilera

Title: Save Me From Myself
Album: Back to Basics
Artist: Christina Aguilera
Composer(s): Christina Aguilera, Bill Bottrell, Linda Perry

Lyric:
It's not so easy loving me
It gets so complicated, all the things you gotta be
Everything's changing but you're the truth
I'm amazed by all your patience, everything I put you through

And when I'm about to fall
Somehow you're always waiting, your open arms to catch me
You're gonna save me from myself, from myself, yes
You're gonna save me from myself, ooo, ohh, yeah

My love is tainted by your touch
Well, some guys have shown me Aces but you've got that Royal Flush
I know it's crazy everyday
Well, tomorrow may be shaky but you never turn away

Don't ask me why I'm crying
'Cause when I start to crumble, you know how to keep me smiling
You always save me from myself, from myself, myself
You're gonna save me from myself

I know it's hard, it's hard
But you've broken all my walls
You've been my strength, so strong
And don't ask me why I love you

It's obvious your tenderness
Is what I need to make me
A better woman to myself, to myself, myself
You're gonna save me from my, myself

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Five Card Stud - Lyrics - Ace Frehley

Title: Five Card Stud
Artist: Ace Frehley
Composer(s): Marc Ferrari, Ace Frehley

Lyric:
I was born the son of a card shark
With a deck in my hand
I'm the best at playin' the game
I'm known throughout the land

At the tables you'll find me
The stack and chips by my side
Poker, gin or 21
A winnin' hand is my pride

Just cut the pack, I'll take the one-eyed Jack
There's no holdin' back, I'll call your bluff
It ain't no crime winnin' all the time
When money's on the line, I play for blood

I'm the Five Card Stud

Don't try to con me
Let's get it understood
You'll never put one past me
'Cuz I know every trick in the book

Let's play for double or nothin'
If you think you're so good
Let's go for broke
Afraid you're gonna choke

You got one slim hope that ain't enough
Well, you're outta luck, you lost your bottom buck
I hit a royal flush and I smell blood

I'm the Five Card Stud

Let's go for broke
Afraid you're gonna choke
You got one slim hope, that ain't enough

'Cuz I'm the Five Card Stud
I'm the Five Card Stud

C'mon

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Ramble On Rose - Lyrics - Europe '72 (Live) - Grateful Dead

Title: Ramble On Rose
Album: Europe '72 (Live)
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): Robert C Hunter, Jerome J Garcia

Lyric:
Just like Jack the Ripper, just like Mojo Hand
Just like Billy Sunday, in a shotgun ragtime band
Just like New York City, just like Jericho
Pace the halls and climb the walls, get out when they blow

Did you say your name was Ramblin' Rose?
Ramble on, baby, settle down easy
Ramble on Rose

Just like Jack and Jill, Papa told the jailer
One heat up, and one cool down, leave nothin' for the tailor
Just like Jack and Jill, Mama told the sailor
One go up, and one go down, do yourself a favor

Did you say your name was Ramblin' Rose?
Ramble on, baby, settle down easy
Ramble on Rose

I'm gonna sing you a hundred verses in ragtime
I know this song, it ain't never gonna end
Gonna march you up and down along the county line
Take you to the leader of the band

Just like Crazy Otto, just like Wolfman Jack
Sittin' plush with a royal flush, aces back to back
Just like Mary Shelley, just like Frankenstein
Break your chains and count your change and try to walk the line

Did you say your name was Ramblin' Rose?
Ramble on, baby, settle down easy
Ramble on Rose

I'm gonna sing, a hundred verses in ragtime
I know this song, it ain't never gonna end
Gonna march you up and down the local county line
Take you to the leader of the band

Good-bye, Mama and Papa, good-bye, Jack and Jill
The grass ain't greener, the wine ain't sweeter
Either side of the hill

Did you say your name was Ramblin' Rose?
Ramble on, baby, settle down easy
Ramble on Rose, ramble on Rose

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Mocking Bird - Lyrics - Libertines

Title: Mocking Bird
Artist: Libertines
Composer(s): Carl Barat, Peter Doherty

Lyric:
I won me a mockingbird, a mockingbird, a mockingbird
I won me a mockingbird, when I gambled all night long
Mockingbird was squeaking bird, squeaking bird, squeaking bird
Mockingbird was squeaking bird, squeaking all night long

I tried for the money and I just wasn't able had two more drinks and then
I slipped under the table and she mocked me all night long
Drinks served by a Chinese girl, Chinese girl, Chinese girl
Drinks served by a Chinese girl, Chinese all night long

She said, "You can look my boy, see, you can't touch
You got a jack, a five and a couple of threes, I got the royal flush"
She mocked me all night long

I won me a mockingbird, a mockingbird, a mockingbird
I won me a mockingbird, when I gambled all night long
Mockingbird was squeaking bird, squeaking bird, squeaking bird
Mockingbird was squeaking bird, squeaking all night long

I tried for the money and I just wasn't able
Had two more drinks and then
I slipped under the table
And she mocked me all night long

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Midnight Train - Lyrics - Charlie Daniels Band

Title: Midnight Train
Artist: Charlie Daniels Band
Composer(s): John Louis Gavin, Charles Fred Hayward, William Joel Digregorio, John Thomas Jr. Crain, Charlie Daniels

Lyric:
Midnight train, roll on
Midnight train, roll on

Clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin'
Take this stranger on to Santa Fe
It seems like romance and danger
Follow this here tall dark stranger all along the way

Well, the train was rumblin' through the night heading south to Santa Fe
And in a fancy car with a private bar and a personal valet
There was a bunch of cold eyed men sittin' at a poker table
Bettin' hot stakes all around

Ole Louisiana Lou had a knife in his shoe was dealin?
A hand of cards and ole Stagger Lee Crocket had a gun in his pocket
Was sweatin' bettin' hard and over in the corner this Mexican guy
With two gold teeth and a patch on his eye took a long hard look around

And then the door flew open, the stranger walked in
Said, "Don?t y'all get excited, I know this here?s a private game
And I know I wasn?t invited but I got a roll that?d choke a mule
I?m just about a big enough fool to lay it all right down

And everybody nodded as the stranger took his seat
He knew this bunch of cutthroat?s would be mighty hard to beat
As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat
Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama and a dude in a black felt hat

Midnight train, roll on
Midnight train, roll on

Well, clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin'
Take this stranger on to Santa Fe
It seems like romance and danger
Follow this here tall dark stranger all along the way

Well, the stranger sat down he looked around at all them evil faces
And the pot-belly fellow drew a pair of queens but the stranger
He drew aces and he kept on raising and pushin' his luck
Kept on winning like a run away truck he was giving them a beating

And the stakes got higher than a Chinese kite, the stranger
Kept getting hot till every cent everybody had was lying out in the pot
And then the stranger threw down a royal flush, somebody said
?Hey man, that?s enough friend I think you?ve been cheatin'"

And then the stranger picked the money up and said, "Boys I better run?
And then the pot-bellied fella pulled a razor out, somebody pulled a gun
They said, ?You may think you?re a sly old fox, you?re gonna leave here
In a long pine box if you don?t leave that money alone"

Just about then the lights went out and they all started fussin'
And the lights came on, the stranger was gone, they all started cussin'
And they searched that train from front to rear
That stranger he done disappeared and all their money was gone

When the train pulled in the station, with the whistle blowin' loud
A telegram was waitin' from the stranger for the crowd
Said ?Thank you for the money boys but don?t feel too outdone
'Cause it takes a dog to know a dog I?m a howlin' son of a gun?

Midnight train, roll on
(Roll on, roll on)
Midnight train, roll on
(Roll on, roll on)

Well, clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin'
Take this stranger on to Santa Fe
It seems like romance and danger
Follow this here tall dark stranger all along the way
Oh, he's long gone

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

4% Pantomime - Lyrics - Band

Title: 4% Pantomime
Artist: Band
Composer(s): Van Morrison, Robbie Robertson

Lyric:
The management said they were sorry
For the inconvenience you are suffering
And Mr. Booking Agent, please have mercy
Don't book the jobs so far apart
We went up to Griffith Park
With a fifth of Johnny Walker red
And smashed it on a rock and wept
While the old couple looked on into the dark

Oh, Richard, tell me if it's poker
Oh, Richard, tell me, who's got the joker
Is it poker?

Deuces wild, like an only child
I'll see what you got, how much is in the pot
You pay the tips, I'll collect the chips
It's a full house tonight everybody in town is a loser
Yeah, you bet

The dealer's been dealing me bad hands
From the bottom of the deck without the slightest blush
And I don't know whether to call or check
But right now I feel like I got a royal flush
And my lady didn't show from 'Frisco
But we had to go on with the show
Everybody got stoned it was a gas, it was a smash
Everybody got wrecked, checked, oh oh oh oh

Oh, Belfast cowboy, lay your cards on the grade
Oh, Belfast cowboy, can you call a spade a spade?

Oh, Richard, tell me, tell me, tell me is this game poker?
I can't understand who the fool is that holds this joker
Is it poker?

Oh, Belfast cowboy, lay your cards down on the table
Oh, Belfast cowboy, do you think you're able?

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3 Small Words - Lyrics - Josie &Amp; The Pussycats

Title: 3 Small Words
Artist: Josie &Amp; The Pussycats
Composer(s): Deborah Kaplan, David Gibbs, Harry Elfont

Lyric:
I'm a Punk Rock Prom Queen
Brown paper magazine
Hotter than you've ever seen
And everywhere and in between

I'm a ten-ticket thrill ride
Don't ya wanna come inside
A five-star triple-threat
Hardest of the hard to get
No one's little red Corvette
Ain't seen nothing like me yet

Six whole hours and five long days
For all your lies to come undone
And those three small words, were way too late
'Cause you can't see that I'm the one

I'm your late-night head rush
Ace-high royal flush
Red velvet orange crush
You just don't impress me much

A glossy double-cover spread
Opened up inside your head
A black-cherry paradise
Half the sugar twice the spice
I don't wanna treat you nice
Come on baby, roll the dice

Six whole hours and five long days
For all your lies to come undone
And those three small words, were way too late
'Cause you can't see that I'm the one

It took six whole hours and five long days
For all your lies to come undone
And those three small words, were way too late
'Cause you can't see that I?m the one

It took six whole hours and five long days
For all your lies to come undone
And those three small words, were way too late
'Cause you can't see that I?m the one

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Off The Wall - Lyrics - The Notorious K.I.M. - Lil' Kim

Title: Off The Wall
Album: The Notorious K.I.M.
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): George Kranz, Sean Combs, Mario Winans, Kimberly Jones

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Lyric:
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance, come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance, come on
Now do it

Queen Bee, Bad Boy baby
Let's go

Ready or not, here I come
I'm a Bentley, y'all something like a Hyundai
Win more skins than crack without dunja
Tasty like a sundae

Eat it like a Kit Kat
Be forge a climax, replay back
Lil' Kim records hit the streets
DJs wanna spend that back like

Me and Lil' Cease is the real tag-team
While most of y'all broads is just drag queens
It's gonna take years before you match our cream
And only in your dreams can you see what we see

Now lend me your ear, listen closely
I wear these jewels like a rosary
This is how the rap game is supposed to be
One king, one queen, things supposed to be

Now get your back up off the wall
Dance, come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance, come on
Now do it

Niggas lean left, bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride 'em, baby

It's the year 2G and things about to change
Trade in that Range, get a motherfuckin' plane
Your girl is lame, what?
Want a bitch like me, what?

If it's diamonds you want, baby I got 'em
Money in a briefcase who needs a wallet?
Be a pigeon nigga you sound retarded
I'm the girl with more cream than St. Patrick's Day

House by the bay so what do you say?
Me and you, nigga like running Roulette
The game is strip poker, is you ready to play?
Make it last all night and I'm ready to stay

Put your money and your jewels up one at a time
And if you lose this game, all this shit is mine
What you got? Full house, triple ace and two kings
Royal flush beats ten jack, here give me, I win, give it up

Now get your back up off the wall
Dance, come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance, come on
Now do it

Niggas lean left, bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride 'em, baby

When it comes to status, call me Dr. Ruth
I ain't a prostitute, I just speak the truth
Dicks, I like 'em fat like a pickle
Hard like a nickel, juicy like a Popsicle

Niggas mention me for a sexual reference
Lil Kim's everybody's sexual preference
A bitch like me gives it on the first date
Why hesitate? I ain't got time to wait

'Cause y'all know how I get down
Niggas from the East know how I get down
Cats from the West know how I get down
From the North to South say, "Can you get down"

Now lend me your ear, listen closely
I wear these jewels like a rosary
This is how the rap game is supposed to be
One king, one queen, things supposed to be

Now get your back up off the wall
Dance, come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance, come on
Now do it

Niggas lean left, bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride 'em, baby

Queen Bee, 2000
Get your backs up off the wall
Dance, come on
Dance, come on
Dance, come on

Notorious K.I.M.
J.M., come on
[Incomprehensible], come on
B.I.G. come on, forever come on

Come on
Come on
I see you, yeah

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Friday, August 13, 2010

The Man With The Magic Touch - Lyrics - Brian Setzer

Title: The Man With The Magic Touch
Artist: Brian Setzer
Composer(s): Brian Robert Setzer

Lyric:
Now some people got it and some people don't
I'm talkin' 'bout gettin' all the things
In life that you want
You can wish it might happen
You can call it dumb luck
But that guy's so lucky
He's just way much too much

He's the man with the magic touch
He's the man with the magic touch
Don't give me all that 'Got lucky' and such and such
He's the man with the magic touch

He won an all-expenses paid vacation
On a cruise ship 'round the world
When he gets home
He don't bother lookin' for no girl
Straight to the ace, he's got a, a royal flush
Well, baby, go rub his back for good luck

He's the man with the magic touch
He's the man with the magic touch
Don't give me 'He got lucky' and such and such
He's the man with the magic touch

He goes back to back, he goes hip to hip
He goes face to face and now here's the tip
If he don't want it, he throws it right back
He knows some poor sucker's gonna take up the slack

He's the man with the magic touch
He's the man with the magic touch
Don't give me all that 'Got lucky' and such and such
He's the man with the magic touch

My heart is percolatin'
I'm set for detonation
When it comes to good lovin'
I ain't hesitatin'
He's the man with the magic touch

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Rocks In Memphis - Lyrics - U.S. Bombs

Title: Rocks In Memphis
Artist: U.S. Bombs
Composer(s): Kerry Martinez, Chuck Briggs, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade Walston, Chip Hanna

Lyric:
I can't forget shit, I get from other bands
I can't forget kickin' dope in a cargo van
Memphis winter in a frigidare
It gives me more character pissed out winds

United Air crossed the Mississippi bridge
Porcelain death, rock and roll decayed
Porcelain death, a royal flush away we rolled away
T.C.B, I grabbed myself and blew to Lisa

Lisa Marie pulled up broke to every gig
That's the sign of success, haggle out at every thrift
Just to get a sewing kit , I know the kings lookin' down at me
'Cause now it's raining hamburger grease

Closed my eyes and hit my knees
In front of the wall of the wall of graffiti
The king's fuckin' dead fat man on a throne
Dead in his piss that's how I'm gonna go

The kinds is dead and punk rock lives
Seventy seven is the year of the wreck
T.C.B, I took care of business
And blew to Lisa Marie RnR is dead

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Traffic Jam - Damian - Lyrics - Mind Control - Stephen Marley

Title: Traffic Jam - Damian
Album: Mind Control
Artist: Stephen Marley
Composer(s): Damian Robert Nes Marley, Stephen Marley

Lyric:
Cho, stabba, dom
(Yeah)
Stabba, labba, dom
(Hear that)

Stooby, labba, labba, dom, ram
Labba, babba, labba, labba, dom, I say
(Watch mi lion)

Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom

This is ragamuffin from the ghetto yutes camp
Anyway mi go, mi she, mi must leff, mi stamp
Marijuana weh, mi smoke dem, seh too ignorant
Just some odda day, some puff a whole mek fi one

Then mi bredda Juju and mi idren name Don
Bounce and listen to gong when mashin' up di traffic jam
Police pull mi over talkin' 'bout him smell bud
From mi look inna him face and know this bwoy have a plan

Juju touch mi pon my shoulda, seh di bwoy a demon
First ting him waan to know is where dat smell is comin' from
Are you smokin' marijuana and I said, yes I am
True him, seh, some man trance, seh, it cost a couple grand

Him seh mek mi see di license and registration
And where are yuh headed? What's yuh occupation?
Dun know, seh, ragamuffin nah go answer question
As is says on the paper, read di information

From mi, nah go tek nuh switch or interrogation
So book mi, if yuh book mi carry dung a station
Mek mi show dem, how we did it inna style and pattern

Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom

I'm di judge, di lawyer Juve, I'm my own bails man
And if yuh check it out dat would be my station
Mi she, sekkle Juju royal for yah run England
And when mi plane land yuh, nah go thru nuh customs

This is ragamuffin inna different pattern
Mi nuh go inna nuh session unless it conk and ram
And from yuh see we face and wanna ask a question
And anywhere we go we haffi ra pa pom, pom

Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom

Well, if a ganja dem a look fah, dem know where to find us
Well, we a nuh criminal, seh, Rasta ever righteous
Some bwoy a scope out di ride a we drive and puff
And him jealous a we seh shine and buff
And him jealous a we seh shine and buff

Well, from him look inna di car and how di interior plush
And look upon di rims, how dem full out and flush
And scope out we jewels him a wonda how much

And him jealous well then prize caan touch
(Why)
And him jealous well then prize caan touch
(Ragga now)

Then mi seh royal have a new tune fi rise and buss
And there extra large size muffin dem a light up
A bwoy dig dung di car until him find some stuff

And him jealous a we so rank and 'nuff
(Lawd)
And him jealous a we so rank and 'nuff

Hin exact 'cau a few stripes deh pon him shoulda
'Cau him too par wid we, we deh when demus show love
Give dem couple CD, some promo photos
Now him jealous 'cau everybody knows us
Now him jealous 'cau everybody shows love

Yo some feel di wey yuh pass and dem a smile and blush
And true dem see some man a star
Dem could a have a light crush

Now him jealous now even twice as much
(Hear dat)
Now di bwoy jealous now even twice as much
(Lawd)

It's just a minor set backa who yuh waan call up
Every month then di super get a ting fold up
Seh natty dreadlocks nah wear handcuffs
Seh any kind a cuff it haffi diamond cuff

Go tell dem every month then di super get a ting fold up
Seh easy papa muffin yuh ruffa than ruff
And sekkle Juju Royal, yuh tuffa than tuff

And tell dem seh natty dreadlocks nah wear handcuffs
Always stick togetha even when time tuff
Bwoy yuh brighta tink a shine and puff, sekkle

Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom

How do you plea? Not guilty
Your honor, I think you and your entire organization
Is corrupt and filthy
Herb must be burn, Lawd

Dem seh yuh a di herbsman and mi a di farmer
And anywey mi go marijuana deh pon di corner
Jah know, I seh di good sensimelia
Then Rastaman, yuh must glow

Hey seh yuh a di herbsman and mi a di farmer
And anywey mi go ganja must deh pon di corner
Jah know, a just di good sensimelia
Then Rastaman, yuh must glow

Yo it's a spiritual lift and we nuh tink 'bout traffic
Di scent a mi herbs, Babylon tek sip
To kill every herb seed dat is there wish
Mek a violation all because a one spliff

Di AC mek mi high when a sweat start drip
Cough mi nuh illy 'cau mi know mi nuh sick
Outlaw chemist who use two chalice
Spliff inna mi hand, mi have mi ting pon, mi hip

Move dem mek di rudebwoy flash it and dash it
Mek nuh mistake it a automatic
Fools they crush and mi seh eediat panic
Spliff deh inna mi hand man a move like bionic
Go deh Buju Banton wid a musical gift
Ragga muffin pass di chalice and dash mi and spliff and just

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Traffic Jam [Multimedia Track] - Damian - Lyrics - Mind Control - Stephen Marley

Title: Traffic Jam [Multimedia Track] - Damian
Album: Mind Control
Artist: Stephen Marley
Composer(s): Damian Robert Nes Marley, Stephen Marley

Lyric:
Cho, stabba, dom
(Yeah)
Stabba, labba, dom
(Hear that)

Stooby, labba, labba, dom, ram
Labba, babba, labba, labba, dom, I say
(Watch mi lion)

Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom

This is ragamuffin from the ghetto yutes camp
Anyway mi go, mi she, mi must leff, mi stamp
Marijuana weh, mi smoke dem, seh too ignorant
Just some odda day, some puff a whole mek fi one

Then mi bredda Juju and mi idren name Don
Bounce and listen to gong when mashin' up di traffic jam
Police pull mi over talkin' 'bout him smell bud
From mi look inna him face and know this bwoy have a plan

Juju touch mi pon my shoulda, seh di bwoy a demon
First ting him waan to know is where dat smell is comin' from
Are you smokin' marijuana and I said, yes I am
True him, seh, some man trance, seh, it cost a couple grand

Him seh mek mi see di license and registration
And where are yuh headed? What's yuh occupation?
Dun know, seh, ragamuffin nah go answer question
As is says on the paper, read di information

From mi, nah go tek nuh switch or interrogation
So book mi, if yuh book mi carry dung a station
Mek mi show dem, how we did it inna style and pattern

Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom

I'm di judge, di lawyer Juve, I'm my own bails man
And if yuh check it out dat would be my station
Mi she, sekkle Juju royal for yah run England
And when mi plane land yuh, nah go thru nuh customs

This is ragamuffin inna different pattern
Mi nuh go inna nuh session unless it conk and ram
And from yuh see we face and wanna ask a question
And anywhere we go we haffi ra pa pom, pom

Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom

Well, if a ganja dem a look fah, dem know where to find us
Well, we a nuh criminal, seh, Rasta ever righteous
Some bwoy a scope out di ride a we drive and puff
And him jealous a we seh shine and buff
And him jealous a we seh shine and buff

Well, from him look inna di car and how di interior plush
And look upon di rims, how dem full out and flush
And scope out we jewels him a wonda how much

And him jealous well then prize caan touch
(Why)
And him jealous well then prize caan touch
(Ragga now)

Then mi seh royal have a new tune fi rise and buss
And there extra large size muffin dem a light up
A bwoy dig dung di car until him find some stuff

And him jealous a we so rank and 'nuff
(Lawd)
And him jealous a we so rank and 'nuff

Hin exact 'cau a few stripes deh pon him shoulda
'Cau him too par wid we, we deh when demus show love
Give dem couple CD, some promo photos
Now him jealous 'cau everybody knows us
Now him jealous 'cau everybody shows love

Yo some feel di wey yuh pass and dem a smile and blush
And true dem see some man a star
Dem could a have a light crush

Now him jealous now even twice as much
(Hear dat)
Now di bwoy jealous now even twice as much
(Lawd)

It's just a minor set backa who yuh waan call up
Every month then di super get a ting fold up
Seh natty dreadlocks nah wear handcuffs
Seh any kind a cuff it haffi diamond cuff

Go tell dem every month then di super get a ting fold up
Seh easy papa muffin yuh ruffa than ruff
And sekkle Juju Royal, yuh tuffa than tuff

And tell dem seh natty dreadlocks nah wear handcuffs
Always stick togetha even when time tuff
Bwoy yuh brighta tink a shine and puff, sekkle

Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom

How do you plea? Not guilty
Your honor, I think you and your entire organization
Is corrupt and filthy
Herb must be burn, Lawd

Dem seh yuh a di herbsman and mi a di farmer
And anywey mi go marijuana deh pon di corner
Jah know, I seh di good sensimelia
Then Rastaman, yuh must glow

Hey seh yuh a di herbsman and mi a di farmer
And anywey mi go ganja must deh pon di corner
Jah know, a just di good sensimelia
Then Rastaman, yuh must glow

Yo it's a spiritual lift and we nuh tink 'bout traffic
Di scent a mi herbs, Babylon tek sip
To kill every herb seed dat is there wish
Mek a violation all because a one spliff

Di AC mek mi high when a sweat start drip
Cough mi nuh illy 'cau mi know mi nuh sick
Outlaw chemist who use two chalice
Spliff inna mi hand, mi have mi ting pon, mi hip

Move dem mek di rudebwoy flash it and dash it
Mek nuh mistake it a automatic
Fools they crush and mi seh eediat panic
Spliff deh inna mi hand man a move like bionic
Go deh Buju Banton wid a musical gift
Ragga muffin pass di chalice and dash mi and spliff and just

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