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Monday, August 9, 2010

Rubber Meets The Road - Lyrics - Steven Curtis Chapman

Title: Rubber Meets The Road
Artist: Steven Curtis Chapman
Composer(s): Steven Curtis Chapman

Lyric:
Well, I couldn't reach the pedals
But I could hold on to the wheel
I was driving in the Indy
In my daddy's Oldsmobile

And I took the checkered flag, yeah
And never took the car out of park
Maybe I was sitting still
But I was driving in my heart

And then one day
This young man's dreams came true
Dad threw the keys to me and said
"Let's see what you can do" Yeah

Fire up your engines, come on, let's go
This is where the rubber meets the road
It's time to put in motion everything you know
This is where the rubber meets the road, meets the road
The rubber meets the road, yeah
The rubber meets the road, yeah

Well, I drove about an hour
And finally made it around the block
I was in all of my glory
Dad was in a state of shock

But it didn't take long, long, long
For me to understand
That the road's a different place
When the wheel is in your hand

You can dream and scheme
Talk about it, read it in a book
Look where you wanna go
Are you going where you've looked? Yeah

Fire up your engines, come on, let's go
This is where the rubber meets the road, yeah
It's time to put in motion everything you know, know
This is where the rubber meets the road, meets the road, yeah
This is where the rubber meets the road, yeah

Oh yeah
Yeah

I've got a Bible on the table
I've got five more on my shelf
I've got a head half full of knowledge
Far from what I'd call a wealth

But I know what I do know
Better yet I know who knows me
And he's given us directions
And he's throwing us the keys, saying

"Fire up your engines, come on, let's go
This is where the rubber meets the road
It's time to put in motion everything you know
This is where the rubber meets the road"

Fire up your engines, come on, let's go
This is where the rubber meets the road
It's time to put in motion everything you know, know, know
And this is where the rubber meets the road
Meets the road, meets the road, yeah, yeah

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Rubber House - Lyrics - Rachael Lampa

Title: Rubber House
Artist: Rachael Lampa
Composer(s): Rachael Lampa, Ruby Amanpu, Tommy E Sims, Rene T-Bone Sotomayer

Lyric:
Been tryin' to build a rubber house so we all can live together
Been tryin' to build a rubber house so we all can live together
Don?t you wanna put the hammer down
Take a break from all the pressure
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever

We can take a groove, make it lose, we can prove
That we're for real this time, we got nothin' to hide
We can work the room, make it boom, turn it into
A place where the future finds somethin' from our time

All we have to do is come into a place anew
Where we can blur the lines, elevate our minds
In my head I see a kinda dream, a place where we can live
Move, have our being, set the torch on fire

Oh, please, we can make it better, I know it really matters
Wouldn't it be a trip to live in such a place, you and I?

Been tryin' to build a rubber house so we all can live together
Been tryin' to build a rubber house so we all can live together
Don?t you wanna put the hammer
Down take a break from all the pressure
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever

Hands up in the air if you dare, we don't care
If it brings you to your knees, it's alright by me
Love will find you still, it's in his will for us to build
One voice, one single gift and lift it up down here

And we, we gotta get together, really gotta get with
I could betcha I'll be tellin' you again and again

Been tryin' to build a rubber house so we all can live together
Been tryin' to build a rubber house so we all can live together
Don't you wanna put the hammer
Down take a break from all the pressure
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever

After we've been here, one thousand years, one hundred years
We've no less song to sing, merry, our song
In the words of Rodney King, y'all

Why can't we all just get along?
Blacks, Caucasians, Asians and Latinos
Palestinians, Arabs, Jews and Filipinos
We actin' like mobsters, we runnin' casinos in Reno
Pretendin' like we'd die for our brother but we [Incomprehensible]

This for my people, take heed to this lesson
Put down the aggression
And pick up all these words that I'm now manifestin'
Let's make a difference, help the homeless and prisoners in prison
Instead of speakin' words of hatred that are mean and explicit

Who's down to visit the widows and call for lessons?
The essence of love is precious
Take some time to bless 'em with your presents
Let's start advancin' at love, peace and equality
Take it from me, T-bone, dawg, is my philosophy

We, we can make it better, know it gonna get a little better
If we ever come together, we will find this place forever, you and I

Been tryin' to build a rubber house so we all can live together
Been tryin' to build a rubber house so we all can live together
Don't you wanna put the hammer down
Take a break from all the pressure
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever

Been tryin' to build a rubber house so we all can live together
Been tryin' to build a rubber house so we all can live together
Don't you wanna put the hammer down
Take a break from all the pressure
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Playas Rock - Lyrics - 5150 Ratchet - Hurricane Chris

Title: Playas Rock
Album: 5150 Ratchet
Artist: Hurricane Chris
Composer(s): Maurice White, Michael Crooms, Skip Scarborough, Christopher Dooley, Carlos Thornton, Jason Dendy

Lyric:
If I don't like the way that she actin' then I'ma tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

If I don't like the way that she actin', I tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, girl, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock

Everythang was cool we was feelin' each other
Chillin' in the jacuzzi just water no bubbles
You know me I keep it gutta, hit it until you stutter
Then she got there asking me questions like she was undercover

Like who was that lil' chick that I let ride up in my ride
I'm a pimp so it ain't nothing for me to think of a lie
But I'd rather keep it real and tell her just how I feel
Look it here if you see with with another chick then it's just what it is

You ain't my main dame I just beat you out the frame
Baby, I'm hurricane, you gotta stay in yo lane
Stick to the script of a pimp and follow my gutta rules
And I you feel like you wanna leave then do what you do

Baby, you think I'm goin' cry Just because I lost you
Every time I loose one I bounce back with 2
How you think I got you somebody got laid off
I'm a pimp I pimp a chicken until she get played out

See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock

If I don't like the way that she actin' then I'ma tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

If I don't like the way that she actin', I tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, girl, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock

Say lil' mama let me get up in it a minute
Make you wanna give it to me like you never gave it up before
And I bet I make you [Incomprehensible] with my boys
When I pull up in a Rolls Royce, I know where to hit Ro

Pull up fresh in the back gettin' low slow mo' no low
She can see my eyes
Everybody holla that boy so fly
And all I gotta do is get her in my ride

Give me a million dollars, I can make it go live
Let it be any chick in the world and I can make her mine
Put her in the whip, now, I'm feeling on her thighs
Take a shot of patron, now, I'm finna go live

And then she told me that she want me to cut her
But she ain't want me to use a rubber, no rubber, no rubber
I'm feelin' like u tryna get me caught up
No disrespect lil' mama but that's just how I was brought up

If I can't use protection when I cut then it ain't no cut
I can't picture me goin' in you raw that just ain't what's up
Lil' mama I'm a pimp and I will never get caught in my lie
Cross my heart and hope to die girl you know how playas rock

If I don't like the way that she actin' then I'ma tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

If I don't like the way that she actin', I tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, girl, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock

And then she told me that she want me to cut her
But she ain't want me to use a rubber, no rubber, no rubber
And then she told me that she want me to cut her
But she ain't want me to use a rubber, no rubber, no rubber

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Thursday, July 29, 2010

5000 Ones - Lyrics - Dj Drama

Title: 5000 Ones
Artist: Dj Drama
Composer(s): Phalon Alexander, Sean Combs, Clifford Harris, Cornell Haynes, Jay Jenkins, Carl Mitchell, Jasiel Robinson, Gary White, Cedric Williams

Lyric:
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

See me when I walk in, ain't nothin' to it
Brought ten stacks to the back, then threw it
Make it rain, ain't a thang
When it come to money I got it, man

You the next best thang, I'm the hottest, mayne
You talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mayne
We way over here, up out your range
Don't try to be G, that's not your thang

You try me G, that Glock gon' bang
K I N G, that's not gon' change
I'm rich, bitch, I don't care about no fame
'Cause if all else fails, I got cocaine

Still see me all on TV wit it
Still in da hood what ya need he get it
Dough low 44, see me wit it
If a nigga runnin' up best believe he get it

See us in da club, nigga, we be trippin'
Niggas rap 'bout that shit we livin'
7 or 8 stacks on 2 or 3 bitches
Sucka niggas over there hatin', we chillin'

I ran out of ones, so go back get more
Say shawty, bend it over back, real slow
Jack dat ass up, grab that pole
Show me you 'bout that action, hoe

I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no
They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no

Eeenie, meenie, miny, moe
I'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go
I'm 'bout ta blow, we pop bottles
Me and the whole clique certified shot callas

Blow top dollas
Got this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers
5000 ones, throw 'em then stop
See I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch
Splurge for a second when I'm done you can have this bitch

5000, 10,000, 20
Ones in my hand, that's good money
Ones in my fan, we get money
She pop that thang, she get that

That money's fallin' like rain
I'm VIP that's champagne
I'm K I D do my thang
And yes, indeed, I got change

Or shall I say I got paper
Stacked money tall as skyscrapers
Hater's you fly I fly paper
She pop that thang she get that

She make it hot like wasabi
Look at that body on mommy
She probably stand right beside me
And I tsunami lil' mommy

I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

They call me Young, my money long
I make it rain, now loose your thong
Now loose your bottoms, now loose your tops
You saw what I just spent, I could've bought a watch

I could've bought a car, maybe a couple bricks
I send my hood bitch the fifths on a shoppin' trip
5000 ones, ya you know young wit it
So high up in the air, she need a flight to go get it

Still Mr. Magic City, you know no replacements
This is what I do I got a pole in my basement
If I can make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo
Call lil' bro bring me 20 grand pronto

I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no
They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no

It's the Twista and can't nobody hold him
The money the stacks that we makin' you can't fold 'em
Get love in the strip club
Gotta nigga feeling so freaky they askin' is you roamin'

Yeah, makin' it rain is automatic when
She's askin if you trickin' you got it
Pimpin' is a habit from Twista magic city
And the muthafuckin' betta bet not bitch about it

Steady stackin' paper that's the reason we be throwin' it up
Dollas at the coke, they slang d
Really lil' mamma all over Dj Drama
And T.I. Joc and Nelly when we in da club

I'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up
Got 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up
Sip on some that Patron
I'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs

Gotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill
Still money ain't shit, I make major deal
Better ring the alarm, here come the paper
Twista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot
When she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her
Jazze, tell 'em what I got

I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

I'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no
They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

M.O.N.E.Y. - Lyrics - Lil Zane

Title: M.O.N.E.Y.
Artist: Lil Zane
Composer(s): I Folmar, Anthony Dent

Lyric:
What? What? Money stretch
Lil' Zane, what'cha saying?
ATL's finest, what? What?

Man you can check my lifestyle
And see that I'm quite wild
Seven twenty-eight night child
Universal and versatile
You study my style

Trying to live spiritual
And y'all looking now
I can see right now

Y'all will never understand me
I call my best friend my family
Until they cross me
Alcohol and weed cost me

So I limit it, running niggas over
Like Emmitt did without a squad
Drag you about a hundred yards
Many bumps and scars

Pull out in the hottest cars with my entourage
Smoke more L's than Debarge
With connects worldwide like Macintosh
I practice living large

Niggas out of town don't understand these kids
(Say what?)
Niggas comin' to get me can't find where I live
I got two or three cribs stack the mill in the mill
Y'all get none of this dough shit y'all fiends stay ill

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
It's not a game

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
Now throw your hands up

Name rings up in Hollywood
But I'mma true nigga, I'mma stay Hollyhood
I never change, might be a little busy though
A little nigga from a big ass city yo
I love the dough

Give me hits, give me more chips
I stay legit so the feds can't tell me shit
I came in with nothing to lose
Now I put my heart into making you move

I'm far flung and the charts
Say I'm number one
You number two, nigga
Check on the Billboard
Who under who, nigga?

Far from an amateur, a money maker
Leave your chick alone with me
I bet I'll take her
The game's taught me one thing
Don't let her break you

Money make the world go 'round
And the girls go down
And even paralyzed niggas gonna feel me now
For you nerds that study my words, ya heard

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
(None of us fuck around)

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
Now throw your hands up

You steady being on the corner right
Niggas ain't seen me in a while
You probably thought I died
You devils love to see a nigga down and teary eyed

I call you idiot 'cause you don't know me really yet
I'm from the ghetto and getting dough is all I know
I'm on the low, I'm a mystery to 5-0

'Cause they don't know
Damn my check is caught in studio
Business is lovely, see me in the videos

Bitches wanna fuck me, worldwide nigga ride
I'mma about to go to where
Some people call the other side
And live my life in paradise, keep my family tight

But I can't keep the way I'm going
If the dough ain't right
My last days I can't live my life inside a cage
I'm getting money and you hataz don't do nothing for me
Either you with me or against me

Nigga, let it show, I get the dough
Non-stop when the track's hot
And you know, what? Now what?
I ain't even gonna rhyme no more
Y'all get the picture

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Money Stretch - Lyrics - Lil Zane

Title: Money Stretch
Artist: Lil Zane
Composer(s): Willie Beck, Kenneth E Jones, Dominic Warren, Marshall Jones, Leroy Bonner, James L. Williams, Marvin Pierce, Clarence Satchell, Zane Jr Copeland, Ralph Middlebrooks

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Lyric:
What? What?
Money stretch
Lil' Zane, what'cha saying?
ATL's finest, what? What?

Man you can check my lifestyle
And see that I'm quite wild
Seven twenty-eight night child
Universal and versatile

You study my style
Trying to live spiritual
And y'all looking now
I can see right now

Y'all will never understand me
I call my best friend, my family
Until they cross me
Alcohol and weed cost me

So I limit it
Running niggas over like Emmit did without a squad
Drag you about a hundred yards
Many bumps and scars

Pull out in the hottest cars with my entourage
Smoke more L's than Debarge
With connects worldwide like Macintosh
I practice living large

Niggas out of town don't understand these kids
(Say what?)
Niggas comin' to get me can't find where I live
I got two or three cribs stack the mill in the mill
Y'all get none of this dough shit y'all fiends stay ill

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, it's not a game

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, now throw your hands up

Name rings up in Hollywood
But I'mma true nigga, I'mma stay Hollyhood
I never change, might be a little busy though
A little nigga from a big ass city yo

I love the dough
Give me hits, give me more chips
I stay legit so the feds can't tell me shit
I came in with nothing to lose

Now I put my heart into making you move
I'm far flung and the charts say I'm number one
You number two nigga
Check on the Billboard

Who under who nigga?
Far from an amateur, a money maker
Leave your chick alone with me
I bet I'll take her

The game's taught me one thing, don't let her break you
Money make the world go 'round and the girls go down
And even paralyzed niggas gonna feel me now
For you nerds that study my words, ya heard

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, it's not a game

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, now throw your hands up

You steady being on the corner right
Niggas ain't seen me in a while
You probably thought I died
You devils love to see a nigga down and teary eyed

I call you idiot 'cause you don't know me really yet
I'm from the ghetto and getting dough is all I know
I'm on the low
I'm a mystery to 5-0

'Cause they don't know
Damn my check is caught in studio
Business is lovely, see me in the videos
Bitches wanna fuck me

Worldwide nigga ride
I'mma about to go to where some people call the other side
And live my life in paradise, keep my family tight
But I can't keep the way I'm going

If the dough ain't right
My last days I can't live my life inside a cage
I'm getting money and you hataz don't do nothing for me
Either you with me or against me

Nigga let it show
I get the dough non-stop when the track's hot
And you know what? Now what?
I ain't even gonna rhyme no more, y'all get the picture

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, it's not a game

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, now throw your hands up

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, it's not a game

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, now throw your hands up

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Rubber & Soul - Lyrics - Ane Brun

Title: Rubber & Soul
Artist: Ane Brun
Composer(s): Ane Brunvoll

Lyric:
In my mind I'm crawling on your floor
Vomiting and defeated, total absence of grace
Your reluctant voice saying
You decide your own fate

But I wear rubber bands 'round my soul
They keep me from crawling
And these rubber bands round my soul
They keep me from falling

In my repeated dreams
You stare at me with an empty gaze
You turn your back on me
And you search for more intriguing days

Loathing this, controlling this
Let me get a hold of this

So I wear rubber bands round my soul
They keep me from crawling
And these rubber bands round my soul
They keep me from falling

And then when you are not
In my dreams and not in my mind
But we are at the same place at the same time
Rubber no longer holds the borders of my soul

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

40 - Gouda - Lyrics - My Ghetto Report Card - E

Title: 40 - Gouda
Album: My Ghetto Report Card
Artist: E
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Earl T. Stevens, Thomas Jackson

Lyric:
Gouda, sick wid it records
BME, Warner Brothers, the machinery
Ooh, look out pimp
Heavy on the grindin' entertainment
Stovetop productions

Ooh, hustlers are us
My game sharper than an elephant's tusk
Me, myself and I the only that I can trust
Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch

I got my hands and everything, I'm real instrumental
I'm as real as they come and don't need no bitch potential
When I was comin' up there certain things we don't allow
Like long fingernails and men arching they eyebrows

Here's another thing I don't condone and don't approve
How all of a sudden snitchin' became cool? I dunno
Gamed up I be chewin' on this mack granite
OG Jay be stomped that laced that niggas posted never can

I brought the baddest broad in the whole facilitation
All by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulation
I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
Persuade the broad to put on the dress and break her for her purse

Ten wraps and a rubber band
(Gouda)
Three or four more in my other hand
(Gouda)
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
(Gouda)
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty
(Chalupa)

Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man
(Gouda)
In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand
(Gouda)
Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five
(Gouda)
Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing?
(Chalupa)

A day in the life on the soil in caliscrillya
Take the wrong turn and these youngstas out here kill ya
Well, I ain't concerned, they love us hustlas and dealers
They wanna tear our houses down so they can build some ikeas

Ooh, just tryna get my point across
Where I'm from it's pandemonium and chaos
Where I'm from the lights is off, we use matches
Where I'm from we do it bare-faced instead of ski masks

Ooh, no more talking on them cells
I heard the federal went ahead and bought Nextels, what?
Ooh, over crowded jails
They got us sleepin' in the gym instead of our own cells

Ooh, put our yeti together
Me and my investors, we flippin' ten or better
I got some Gouda, got a little bit of cheddar
My medallion got more colors than a peacock feather

Ten wraps and a rubber band
(Gouda)
Three or four more in my other hand
(Gouda)
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
(Gouda)
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty
(Chalupa)

Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man
(Gouda)
In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand
(Gouda)
Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five
(Gouda)
Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing?
(Chalupa)

Gettin' money, I'm a stunna man
With bitch like I do little whips about the stunna van
My advice she a runner man
Off top, I'ma boss, shoe box full of rubber bands

Contraband on the other hand
Big girls, big quips, turn around, roll center man
On the real, I'm a gentleman
Put the scrilla, I'm a killa, man, hit it like a little man

What you doin' with that?
From the scratch, we can load up the Lac
A 1, we can bring that back from day 1, we get them wraps
Big stacks from the back of the shack

I buy the weed man
Hella turkey bags just to put my weed in
Oh, we gettin' Chalupa
Wrapped cheese in a rubber band and call it the Gouda

Ten wraps and a rubber band
(Gouda)
Three or four more in my other hand
(Gouda)
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
(Gouda)
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty
(Chalupa)

Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man
(Gouda)
In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand
(Gouda)
Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five
(Gouda)
Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing?
(Chalupa)

Look out pimp, aight, what it do
We gettin' it, so whatchu need?
(Gouda)
Bay business, so whatchu need?
(Gouda)
We gettin' it, so whatchu need?
(Gouda)
Ice, pussy, so whatchu need?
(Chalupa)

We gettin' it, so whatchu need?
(Gouda
Bay business, so whatchu need?
(Gouda)
We gettin' it, so whatchu need?
(Gouda)
Sick wid it, so whatchu need?
(Chalupa)

We doin' way too much
(Gouda)
We never watered down, we doin' way too much
(Gouda)
And you don't wanna stunt with us
(Gouda
Hustlers R us, we doin' way too much
(Chalupa)

We doin' way too much
(Gouda)
We never watered down, we doin' way too much
(Gouda)
And you don't wanna stunt with us
(Gouda)
Hustlers are us, we doin' way too much
(Chalupa)

Ten wraps and a rubber band
Three or four more in my other hand
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty

Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man
In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand
Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five
Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing?

The definition of Gouda, what's the definition?
Chalupa, scrilla, scratch, paper, yaper, capital
The definition, Gouda means cheese and cheese
Means yaper you square ass square butts, biatch
Let's get back to what we'se talkin' about earlier
What was we talkin' about earlier, pimp?
Hustlers, hustlers are us, look out, look out, pimp

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

High Hopes - Lyrics - Frank Sinatra

Title: High Hopes
Artist: Frank Sinatra
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn, Jimmy Van Heusen

Lyric:
Next time you're found
With your chin on the ground
There a lot to be learned
So look around

Just what makes that little old ant
Think he'll move that rubber tree plant
Anyone knows an ant, can't
Move a rubber tree plant

But he's got high hopes
He's got high hopes
He's got high apple pie
In the sky hopes

So any time you're gettin' low
'Stead of lettin' go, just remember that ant
Oops, there goes another rubber tree plant
Oops, there goes another rubber tree plant
Oops, there goes another rubber tree plant

When troubles call
And your back's to the wall
There a lot to be learned
That wall could fall

Once there was a silly old ram
Thought he'd punch a hole in a dam
No one could make that ram, scram
He kept buttin' that dam

'Cause he had high hopes
He had high hopes
He had high apple pie
In the sky hopes

So any time you're feelin' bad
'Stead of feelin' sad, just remember that ram
Oops, there goes a billion kilowatt dam
Oops, there goes a billion kilowatt dam
Oops, there goes a billion kilowatt dam

All problems just a toy balloon
They'll be bursted soon, they're just bound to go pop
Oops, there goes another problem kerplop
Oops, there goes another problem kerplop
Oops, there goes another problem kerplop, kerplop

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Rubber - Lyrics - Eskimo Joe

Title: Rubber
Artist: Eskimo Joe
Composer(s): Finlay Temperley Beaton, Stuart Leslie Macleod, Joel Peter Quartermain

Lyric:
You're cute and I like you
Let's go somewhere
Can't wait 'til tomorrow
To dye my hair

Got loaded, got shouted
I like you so, take you home
I'm so sly, oh, you've got
Something in your eye

Say what you will
That's just the way it goes
I buy you a drink, you smile and wink
I'm open to suggestion

Bup, doo, bup, would you like to climb on me?
Would you like some coffee or maybe?
Where am I, rubber? What was her name?
See you later, I'll call you someday

Bup, doo, bup, would you like to climb on me?
Would you like some coffee or maybe?
Where am I, rubber? What was her name?
See you later, I'll call you someday

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Safety Pin - Lyrics - Mobile Estates - Citizen King

Title: Safety Pin
Album: Mobile Estates
Artist: Citizen King
Composer(s): Matthew John Sims

Lyric:
You put me down with a stick
You got that safety pin grip
You know me like you know ice on a fire

Dust myself off with a spoon
You shot your darts at the moon
And this piece didn't tear too soon

Now it's just the rubber burns
Peeling out behind the wheel
And you're looking for the holes that I don't have

Caught on underneath my heel
But now I'm moving on
Move, moving on from your safety pin

Inside the scoop outside the rage
Mothballs galores caught in the drain
Your hat's on tight like super glue

You dug the pit you stepped in it
And now you're out with the prick
You're going down without this ship

Now it's just the rubber burns
Peeling out behind the wheel
And you're looking for the holes that I don't have

Caught on underneath my heel
But now I'm moving
Move, moving on from your safety, from your safety
From your safety pin

You put me down with a stick
You got that safety pin grip
You know me like you know ice on a fire

Now it's just the rubber burns
Peeling out behind the wheel
And you're looking for the holes that I don't have

Caught on underneath my heel
And now I'm moving
Move, moving on from your safety pin

Move, moving on from your safety pin
Yeah, I'm moving on
Move, moving on from your safety pin
Your safety pin
Your safety pin

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Mini-Correct - Lyrics - Beautiful South

Title: Mini-Correct
Artist: Beautiful South
Composer(s): Dave Rotheray, Paul Heaton

Lyric:
They say always use a condom, I say always use a whip
They say be careful where you come at night
I just shoot straight from the hip
When it comes to loves great fountain, I won't just take a sip
I'll swallow and I'll gulp until the fountain makes me sick

So it's me left with the baby and disease
You can't say you didn't want it on your hands and on your knees
You made me feel so special
You were especially good I'm sorry that you misunderstood

These neatly folded corduroys hide rubber underneath
But the only rubber you have worn is that useless rubber sheath
I won't have what I've got for you stolen by no thief
'Cause the safest sex I've ever had was hanging from a tree

So you've left me for another pretty face
Oh that's not true I left you for one half the human race
Now I'm by myself
A woman who knows her place it's not so much the chase, it's the race

They say treat her like a lady and she'll treat you like her jewels
They say cruel to be kind, I just say cruel to be cruel
They say only marry once, I say only marry fools
They wouldn't have made the cane if you weren't meant to break the rules

Have you told them that you'll hurt them then be gone?
I've told them that I'll hurt them if that really turns them on
You left a bitter scar
I tied those ropes too tight, I'll tie them loose for you tonight, tonight, tonight

When I told you that I loved you, I meant mini-correct
When I said I'd never leave you, I meant mini-correct
A ring around your finger, a chain around your neck
That was major correct

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Mini-Correct - Lyrics - Beautiful South The

Title: Mini-Correct
Artist: Beautiful South The
Composer(s): Dave Rotheray, Paul Heaton

Lyric:
They say always use a condom, I say always use a whip
They say be careful where you come at night
I just shoot straight from the hip
When it comes to loves great fountain, I won't just take a sip
I'll swallow and I'll gulp until the fountain makes me sick

So it's me left with the baby and disease
You can't say you didn't want it on your hands and on your knees
You made me feel so special
You were especially good I'm sorry that you misunderstood

These neatly folded corduroys hide rubber underneath
But the only rubber you have worn is that useless rubber sheath
I won't have what I've got for you stolen by no thief
'Cause the safest sex I've ever had was hanging from a tree

So you've left me for another pretty face
Oh that's not true I left you for one half the human race
Now I'm by myself
A woman who knows her place it's not so much the chase, it's the race

They say treat her like a lady and she'll treat you like her jewels
They say cruel to be kind, I just say cruel to be cruel
They say only marry once, I say only marry fools
They wouldn't have made the cane if you weren't meant to break the rules

Have you told them that you'll hurt them then be gone?
I've told them that I'll hurt them if that really turns them on
You left a bitter scar
I tied those ropes too tight, I'll tie them loose for you tonight, tonight, tonight

When I told you that I loved you, I meant mini-correct
When I said I'd never leave you, I meant mini-correct
A ring around your finger, a chain around your neck
That was major correct

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Medley For A "V" (The Pussy Medley) - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: Medley For A "V" (The Pussy Medley)
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): George Archie, El De Barge, Dion Bennett, El Debarge Nathaniel Hale, Kelton Mcdonald, 2nd Ii None Crawford Wilkierson, David Blake, Calvin Broadus, Jason Lewis

Lyric:
Ay yo G-1, I been listening to this nigga Quik album
And he ain't got no songs about the pussy
You know that nigga gotta have something about the pussy
On this shit, ya feel me?
And I'm just that nigga to beat the pussy up
So uh, if you feel me like I feel you, ya know what I'm sayin'
Let me get a little piece of this thang here like that there, trip

Let a nigga from the E.S. L.B. D.P. beat that pussy
'Til it's soft and mushy, I love that bushy
And most niggas still do
Unless that bitch shit smells like mildew
And we'll do damn near anything to get it
And once I got it, I'm outtie I stay 'bout it
I sip a little tea then light up my weed
I slip on my rubber out the cover then I proceed

To give yo' little thick ass what you need
Gangsta gangsta, I'll make ya cootie cat scream
Didn't I turn ya on like a phone?
You lovin' that Doggy Dogg meaty bone
When ya moan, ya whole voice tone make me wanna
Put my bizalls in ya jizaws 'cause y'all
Know what I'm gettin' at I'm spittin' at
Nigga wanna fuck trick, so what's up bitch?

See as long as my muthafuckin' dick get hard
And I got a million dollars banked out on my credit card
No disrespect or no disregard but I'm hoppin' for that pussy
Like they used to hop for cars
My nigga DJ Q told me come on through
'Cause he got a gang of bitches that was down to do
Keep it poppin' since I'm from the big LBC
That's right down the street from Compton

I pop in the liquor store to grab some hats
A bag of ice, some blue dice and some Cognac, yeah
The pussy's good especially when it's from a whole 'nother neighborhood
How good do it get when you on that G shit
I'm strokin' that pussy 'til that bitch seasick
We dick bitches down and that's rule number 3 in the Dogg Pound
Bitch drawers down!

We won't get no radio play
But we probably get some pussy for this
What you say?
I said we won't get no radio play
But we probably get some pussy for this
You can't be, you can't be my lady
But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate

Uhh baby, let Silk whine while we 6-9
I slide on this rubber and we'll be just fine
Now if my condom broke and my ass got smoked
I'ma still get to Heaven on a little rubber boat, uhh
Snoop hit it, then I hit it too
Aww yeah, little bitch I'm talkin' 'bout you
Now all ya ever do is sit around and boo hoo
Talkin' 'bout Hi-C, I love that it's you

She said, "Where ya been?", I said, "In ya mouth"
If ya lookin' for love, then take me down South
And I'll tell you all the things to make ya laugh and giggle
While I insert my inner self up in ya tender vittles
A hot pocket Snoop Dogg told me to stop it
He heard me in the other room bangin' a broom
And baby, better do me like I'm one in a million
Check yo' feelings and point that ass to the ceiling

'Cause I'm the dick 'em down king, 'call me on the celly
Let it ring and prepare ya lips for the ding ding
And if ya got some friends, let 'em bend on over
While I ride 'em like a '98 Rover
You can wish and you want but this dick ya gonna meet
Hit ya elbows and knees and spread ya booty cheeks
And call me Daddi with a I, girl, you're doin' everything by the book
Nate Dogg, tell 'em how she looked

Girl, ya lookin' fine so fine
I wonder if you'd like to take the time to grind
If so, why don't you leave with me today, let's play
This game I call it 'touch a secret place', let's play

See first I just grab ya from behind, ya mine
And then I just push until I find that [Incomprehensible]
Right now I know you've came a couple of times, that's fine
As long as you know I have to leave in time

You can't be, you can't be, you can't be my lady
But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate
You can't be, you can't be my lady
But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate

Now ain't nothin' like tight pussy on my dick
It's the Gangsta D, baby, never saved a trick
Got a harem full of hoes mashin' to the studio
With all my niggas you will get busy, hoe
Now the first bitch, she want dick to the tonsils
My second and third wanna fuck on the console
My fourth start to leave like the Duke was shootin' shots
While my money maker walking the stroll for my knot

Got that bitch mouth smellin' like fresh cock
Young twat, if I can smell it, I'm a tell ya to get going
With a douche pack, you're makin' my nose react
Reekin' but that ain't tweed or no yak
More like 25 pounds of get back and I can tell by ya walk
It's talk back but if that ain't yo case let me take a ride
On yo' love roller coaster, pull them panties aside, KK

I'ma lead it to the left and to the right
And I'ma make ya scream and holla for more
And I bet you when I'm in it, you can't help but to admit it
You ain't never came this good before
Chivas Regal got my dick so hard
I ain't gon' make it to the house because that's too far
Mr. Quik, give me the keys to the Benzo
So I can hit it right here on the E-Lo, ha baby

I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights

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Aeroplane - Lyrics - Curt Smith

Title: Aeroplane
Artist: Curt Smith
Composer(s): Charlton Pettus, Curt Smith

Lyric:
Shut down, tangled up in your machinery
No sound, just the faceless press of words and wheels
Surrounds me like molasses on my soles and eaves
Come out, could anyone come out and play?

All I want is an aeroplane
Rubber banded with paper wings
All I want is to steal again
All I want is a wet dream, ice-cream
All I want is vanishing
All I want is God

Pushed down by an undeserving dumb man
No ground, just an empty room of words and steel
Why be down, drowning in the afternoon
Come out, could anyone come out and play?

All I want is an aeroplane
Rubber banded with paper wings
All I want is to steal again
All I want is a wet dream, ice-cream
All I want is vanishing
All I want is God

Come out, could anyone come out and play?

All I want is an aeroplane
Rubber banded with paper wings
All I want is to steal again
All I want is a wet dream, ice-cream
All I want is vanishing

All I want is an afterglow
A forty-five on my gramophone
All I want is a thick skin to crawl into
Everything's vanishing
All I want is God

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Life Of Leisure - Lyrics - In Search Of Manny - Luscious Jackson

Title: Life Of Leisure
Album: In Search Of Manny
Artist: Luscious Jackson
Composer(s): Vivian Trimble, Gabrielle Glaser, Jill Coniff, Kate Schellenbach

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Lyric:
Hey, what you'd say your name was?
Rubber Back

You got a brain you ain't using
You got charm you're abusin'
You're too busy out there floosin'
Or lying at home snoozin'

Why you wanna waste away?
Lover of the life of leisure
Lover of the life of leisure

Why you wanna waste away?
Lover of the life of leisure
Lover of the life of leisure

Time moves along
You don't have a life anymore
Time moves along
You don't have a job, I got four

Spend my money on cigarettes
Midnight dragon, off track bets
Get up at three, turn on the TV
For all I know you got a dangerous disease

So I gotta move along
I gotta move along

Why you wanna waste away?
Lover of the life of leisure
Lover of the life of leisure

Why you wanna waste away?
Lover of the life of leisure
Lover of the life of leisure

Nature has it, you got no cajones
A dog in heat, a one trick pony
Lover of the life of leisure
I love to love you but I might leave you

I'm a lover of the life of leisure
If you don't like it, you can leave it

Time on your hand
Rubber on your back
Rubber in your hand
Too much time on your back

Why you wanna waste away?
Lover of the life of leisure
Lover of the life of leisure

Why you wanna waste away?
Lover of the life of leisure
Lover of the life of leisure

Tell me why a woman who loves a man
Who never gives her all he can
He sleep all day and scam all night
Thinkin' his service makes it alright

Lady wanting the service
Me always give them the service
Lady wanting the service
Me always give them the service

Why you wanna waste away?
Lover of the life of leisure

Why you wanna waste away?
Lover of the life of leisure

Why you wanna waste away?
Lover of the life of leisure
Lover of the life of leisure
Lover of the life of leisure
Lover of the life of leisure

Lady wanting the service
Me always give them the service
Lady wanting the service
Me always give them the service

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Penile Drip - Lyrics - We Kill Everything - Gwar

Title: Penile Drip
Album: We Kill Everything
Artist: Gwar
Composer(s): David E Brockie, Michael R Derks, Don H Drakulich, Bob Gorman, Hunter P Jackson, Scott A Krahl, Matt Maguire, David Musel, Casey D Orr, Bradley Dunbar Roberts, Danielle Stampe

Lyric:
Penile drip, you gotta love it
When the blisters spread all over your hands
The penile drip, you gotta love it
When the blisters come up all over your hands

Penile drip, you gotta love
When you spread it all over the land
The penile drip, you know gotta love it
When the blisters come all over your hands

I said the penile drip
(Bunch of unintelligible bullshit)
Spread it all over the land
Spread it all over your glands

Big chunky Charlie's got a red rubber ball
And he spreads it all over the land
Penile drip, gotta love it
Blisters spread all over your hands

I said your mission in life, your mission is a failure
And you're pissing all over the can
I said, the pita, the pita, the pita
And the lovey-dovey Lucifer man

Can an ocean of tears fill the depth of the wound?
Nay, the chaotic basilisk said
"Spread it all over the land
Spread it all over your hands"

Big chunky Charlie's got a red rubber ball
And he spreads it all over the land
Spread it all over the land
Spread it all over your hands

Big chunky Charlie's got a red rubber ball
And he spreads it all over the land

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