Same Ol' Love - Lyrics - Ricky Skaggs

Title: Same Ol' Love
Artist: Ricky Skaggs
Composer(s): Greg Barnhill, Chris Austin

Lyric:
I'd pretend it was over
But over was a word I couldn't take
Each time I thought I'd left you
Well I'd find my way back to you the next day

I was foolish to think
That I could leave you for good
At times I thought I might
But now I know I never could

It's that same ol', same ol' love
All forgiving sent from up above
And your same ol', same ol' love
Is all I need, yes, I'll never get enough
Of your same ol' love

Other girls would have left me
If I had so much as said the word goodbye
But you stood there patiently
And watched my leaving turn into a lie

Heaven knows the kind of magic here
That keeps me hangin' on
As long as you're holding me
I know I can't go wrong

It's that same ol', same ol' love
All forgiving sent from up above
And your same ol', same ol' love
Is all I need, yes, I'll never get enough
Of your same ol' love

There's no chance of doing better
Or finding someone new
'Cause the truth is they don't make
Them any better than you

It's that same ol', same ol' love
All forgiving sent from up above
And your same ol', same ol' love
Is all I need, yes, I'll never get enough

It's your same ol', same ol' love
All forgiving sent from up above
And your same ol', same ol' love
Is all I need, yes, I'll never get enough
Of your same ol' love

Your same ol' love
Oh, your same ol' love
Your same ol' love

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Same Ol' Situation - Lyrics - Motley Crue

Title: Same Ol' Situation
Artist: Motley Crue
Composer(s): Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Mick Mars

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Lyric:
She?s got an alligator bag top hat to match
Dressed in black on black
She?s got a Filipino girlie, she claims is her friend
I tell you boys, you just gotta laugh

Now I used to call her Cindy, she changed her name to Sin
I guess that?s the name of her game
Yeah, I really used to love her then, the kitty she discovered
It?s got to be a sexual thing

All around the world
Girls will be girls

It?s the same ol?, same ol? situation
It?s the same ol?, same ol? ball and chain

I say, ?No, no, no
No, no, no?

Introduced me to her lover in a cellophane dress
Then they bid me a sweet farewell
Last time I saw them they were kissing so softly
To the sound of wedding bells

Well, all around the world
Girls will be girls

It?s the same ol?, same ol? situation
It?s the same ol?, same ol? ball and chain

Now don't you know
Girl, it?s the same ol?, same ol? situation
Everyday
It?s the same ol?, same ol? ball and chain

I say, ?No, no, no
No, no, no?

It?s the same ol?, same ol? situation
It?s the same ol?, same ol? ball and chain

Girl it?s the same ol?, same ol? situation
It?s the same ol?, same ol? ball and chain

You know we just gotta say
All around the world
Girls will be girls

It?s the same ol?, same ol? situation
It?s the same ol?, same ol? ball and chain

[Incomprehensible]
It?s the same ol?, same ol? situation
It?s the same ol?, same ol? ball and chain

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Same Ol' Situation (S.O.S.) - Lyrics - Red, White, & Crue - Motley Crue

Title: Same Ol' Situation (S.O.S.)
Album: Red, White, & Crue
Artist: Motley Crue
Composer(s): Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Mick Mars

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Lyric:
She?s got an alligator bag top hat to match
Dressed in black on black
She?s got a Filipino girlie, she claims is her friend
I tell you boys, you just gotta laugh

Now I used to call her Cindy, she changed her name to Sin
I guess that?s the name of her game
Yeah, I really used to love her then, the kitty she discovered
It?s got to be a sexual thing

All around the world
Girls will be girls

It?s the same ol?, same ol? situation
It?s the same ol?, same ol? ball and chain

I say, ?No, no, no
No, no, no?

Introduced me to her lover in a cellophane dress
Then they bid me a sweet farewell
Last time I saw them they were kissing so softly
To the sound of wedding bells

Well, all around the world
Girls will be girls

It?s the same ol?, same ol? situation
It?s the same ol?, same ol? ball and chain

Now don't you know
Girl, it?s the same ol?, same ol? situation
Everyday
It?s the same ol?, same ol? ball and chain

I say, ?No, no, no
No, no, no?

It?s the same ol?, same ol? situation
It?s the same ol?, same ol? ball and chain

Girl it?s the same ol?, same ol? situation
It?s the same ol?, same ol? ball and chain

You know we just gotta say
All around the world
Girls will be girls

It?s the same ol?, same ol? situation
It?s the same ol?, same ol? ball and chain

[Incomprehensible]
It?s the same ol?, same ol? situation
It?s the same ol?, same ol? ball and chain

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Same Ol' Dirty - Lyrics - Murphy Lee

Title: Same Ol' Dirty
Artist: Murphy Lee
Composer(s): Tohri Murphy Lee Harper, Waiel Yaghnam

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Lyric:
When I first started back in 1989
I was trying to claim games, I was barely writing rhymes
I was 7 to 8, a little nigga with his head straight
Never got to school early, always went to bed late
Grew up with the older dudes, do what your brother do
It's just so he happen to rap, "Man you think you cool?"
Ali, was my motivator, rapper slash educator
Kept these boys dedicated mama like we better had made it

'Cuz my first name's paid, my last name bills
Even though I got a record deal I paid bills still
And everybody changed to sell us
I wish the fans would understand to accept us and just us
I know we blush on a well-equipped bus
And money we got enough, at least enough to not fuss
We still got stress like you
So in other words little dirty, we just like you, ya know

They thought he changed up since he came up
But he's the same ol' dirty
Might have switched his game up 'cuz the fame stuck
But it's the same ol' Murphy
Might have switched his friends up since he done been up
'Cuz it's the same ol' dirty
Might have switched his rims up on his Benz
But he's the same ol' Murphy

I know you ain't acting funny
My fans are like the police they be asking for me
Ask them do they know me they probably say "Who cares?"
Tell 'em I'm with Nelly they getta coming in pairs
The fame thing is the same thing as the Devil
People who see you never put on you on a hell of a level
I once wore scuffed up Air Force 2's
And this girl said, "That ain't Murphy Lee, look at his shoes"

See these kids are so smart recognize you from head start
They be like "I know that ain't you up in Wal-Mart"
Can't a brother buy his own drawers I'm not a star
I'm a grown ass boy I'm not staying the in car
But people gonna recognize, they know who you are
Well if they see me today, they gon' be cool tomorrow
'Cuz I'm a be at Circuit City buying DVD's
And hungry eating fries at your local Mickey D's

They thought he changed up since he came up
But he's the same ol' dirty
Might have switched his game up 'cuz the fame stuck
But it's the same ol' Murphy
Might have switched his friends up since he done been up
'Cuz it's the same ol' dirty
Might have switched his rims up on his Benz
But he's the same ol' Murphy

Yo, yo, I'm still the same dirty, dirty I still make mistakes
I know my birthday was the only day a dirty saw a cake
I'm humble like an African King, I appreciate things
Let me refer you on what's happening then
In '93, had an idea we really believed in
'94, '95 we began critiquing
In '96, I think we signed some bullshit
'97, yo we had the number one hit

'98, had to vacate to get our shit straight
Signed with Cool-to-love to get rid of one of the headaches
In '99, it's when them boys got signed
And if Nelly don't sell a record then it all goes down
0-0 thru 0-1 we weren't below no one
And no one could ever take from or want more done
0-2, Lunatics sold damn near 2
So in 0-3, we gon see what Murphy Lee gon do

They thought he changed up since he came up
But he's the same ol' dirty
Might have switched his game up 'cuz the fame stuck
But it's the same ol' Murphy
Might have switched his friends up since he done been up
'Cuz it's the same ol' dirty
Might have switched his rims up on his Benz
But he's the same ol' Murphy

They thought he changed up since he came up
But he's the same ol' dirty
Might have switched his game up 'cuz the fame stuck
But it's the same ol' Murphy
Might have switched his friends up since he done been up
'Cuz it's the same ol' dirty
Might have switched his rims up on his Benz
But he's the same ol' Murphy Lee
Murphy Lee, Murphy Lee, Murphy Lee, yea yea

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Same Ol' Story - Lyrics - Rhett Akins

Title: Same Ol' Story
Artist: Rhett Akins
Composer(s): Rhett Akins, Byron Hill

Lyric:
You let him by with another line again
And oh each time he swears this hurtin' you
Is comin' to an end but Lord knows
He'll never close the book on doin' you wrong
'Cause every time you think it's over it don't take him very long

Before he writes another page to the same ol' story
No it don't ever change and you'll always be sorry
If you don't put it on the shelf and start livin' for yourself
'Cause all he's givin' you is the same ol' story

Well, any fool can tell just where it's gonna end
And he'll keep adding more and more to the pain he's put you in
Can't you see this ain't the fairy tale you built your love upon
'Cause front to back, cover to cover
He's just leading your heart on as he

Writes another page to the same ol' story
No it don't ever change and you'll always be sorry
If you don't put it on the shelf and start livin' for yourself
'Cause all he's givin' you is the same ol' story
Oh, the same ol' same ol' story

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Who, Not Me - Lyrics - Red Light District - Ludacris

Title: Who, Not Me
Album: Red Light District
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Darren Robinson, Damon Whibley, Chris Bridges, S Bullock, Craig King, E Conyers, Mark Morales

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Lyric:
Small World, Small World, Small World, Small World
No way, no how, get 'em like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow
Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin' something
And you think they talkin? 'bout you, you not quite sho'

You know I'm sayin'? But it ain't no way they talking 'bout you
Introducing the new members of disturbing tha peace, small world
From Norfolk, Dolla Boi from Playaz Circle, here we go, what?

Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me

Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me

Three, two, one, what's begun is the start but bitch we be saying
We, we just getting started it since one, y'all been monitoring
Pondering 'bout it, how 'bout I pull it out and kapaow?
I'll heat 'em up out his mouth with it, big Small World

Norfolik is the gang, extended clip in the jeans
Put 'em in a box like Bisquick, I'm a laker wit clips
Get 'em in the lake wit clips, truth is ya a clipper with clips
Ain't cha bitch, I'm bout my loot and dollars, I'll shot you

For looting dollars but you lootless and dollarless, fuck it
I shot for Luda and Dolla, I crash parties, blast with proposed toast
I'm a have a problem like scrap blat with me short of hoes

One for ya damn lips or there be mixture of blood and dandruff
If you don't get my damn drift, creep to ya grave and leak DT piss
This is yo highness at his less tempered, keep it pimpin' and watch

Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me

Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me

I been having a bad day, the same ol' shit, we don't give a fuck
About who you is, the same ol' clique, and the same ol' biz
The same ol flip , wit the same ol whip, the same 4-4, with
The same ol' clip, half the bullets gone, the otha half you can get

Bitch, R.I.P. Rick James, I'm rich bitch, you talkin' to much
Nigga, you a snitch bitch and we don't do it like that
We do three quarter drops and we bring a brick back, black
Don't act get ya whole trap splat, ack, unload 'em, reload 'em

We back black and when dem gats letting off, red dots loud noises
Like planes taking off, Dolla Boi, I got the game in a cross
Make me bang at cha boss, for dem things coming soft, nigga

Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me

Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me

Oh, oh, oh, oh, now if a bad bitch wants dick, then it's dick
I give her, Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver, neva back down
Won't shake nor shiver, fuck with me and get found
In the Chattahoochee River, this seven inch shank will put a stop

To his ticker, but shorties to the body make him drop much quicker
Yeah, I appear to be a nice lil' nigga, fuck with anything I love
I'm a stone cold killa, eating off of 'sace, versace
Sleeping on Chinchilla, eight figga nigga, I'm a multi milla

See me in the street, it can't get no realer, giving back to my hood
With a pocket full of scrilla, my neighbors say', "My house can't
Get no bigga", I do good ass bidness with a bad ass temper, please
Tell ya bitch, stop playing with my zipper or I'll stick her, stick her

Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me

Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me

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Luv Me, Luv Me - Lyrics - Janet Jackson

Title: Luv Me, Luv Me
Artist: Janet Jackson
Composer(s): Norman Jesse Whitfield, Terry Lewis, Orville Burrell, Roy C. Hammond, Johnny Mosegaar Pedersen, Alexander Benj Richbourg

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Lyric:
Original lover, lover, mm, yeah, uh
(Yeah)
Catch a groove girl, catch a groove, that's right
(DJ)

A who da man dat love to make you moist and wet
A who da man dat love to make you moan and sweat
A who da man dat love to make you scream out "Yes"
(Mr. Lover, Mr. Lover)
A who da man dat love to make you moist and wet
A who da man that love to make you moan and sweat
A who da man dat love to make you scream out "Yes", naw
(Mr. Lover)

Sweet, succulent and fine
A twinkling eye on my darling divine
I love the way you move all the way you're designed
Your only lines are my mind, forget the corny line
Now let me hit you off with this question sign
You seem to be the type for me to wine and dine
A little candlelight dinner toasted over some wine
Well, I will hit you off with this lyrical rhyme

Now Mr. Lover keep her rockin', Mr. Lover keep her rockin'
Mr. Lover keep her rockin' and swing
Now Mr. Lover keep her rockin', Mr. Lover keep her rockin'
Mr. Lover keep her rockin' and swing

Ooh boy, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
Once I get my hands on you
(Luv me, luv me, luv me sex machine)
Ooh boy, I love you son
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
I hope you feel the same way too
(You know dat)

Step in my caravan of love
So I can love, gonna give you hotter rubs
Dem ever wet kisses wit' dem brazen hugs
And now your sweet, silky body on my Persian rug
While we sippin' Coke from da same ol' mug
I'm readin' fortune cookies from the Chines proverb
It had some great stuff written in it with some cool rub-a-dub
A little ol' reminisce in the hot tub, huh

Now Mr. Lover keep her rockin', Mr. Lover keep her rockin'
Mr. Lover keep her rockin' and swing
Now Mr. Lover keep her rockin', Mr. Lover keep her rockin'
Mr. Lover keep her rockin' and swing

Ooh boy, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
Once I get my hands on you
(Luv me, luv me, luv me sex machine)
Ooh boy, I love you son
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
I hope you feel the same way too

Girlie, Girlie
Yeah, you woke a real love machine
Girlie, girlie
Whoo, I'll hit you between the sheets
Girlie, girlie
Girl, you love to moan and scream
Girlie, girlie
You know what I'm sayin'
(Yeah)
Shuh

Girl, you're unique
Now let me take a whiff of that sweet physique
You're the only girl allowed to make my heart stop beatin'
Let me, ha, ha, let's kick it heartlessly
To be the lady of your color is an honor indeed
Leave a lastin' impression for weeks and weeks
I want to throw rose petals to your humble feet
Lay you gently on my sheet and sexercise you to sleep, huh

Mr. Lover, Mr. Lover, Mr. Lover
Mr. Lover, Mr. Lover, Mr. Lover

Ooh boy, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
Once I get my hands on you
(Luv me, luv me, luv me sex machine)
Ooh boy, I love you son
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
I hope you feel the same way too

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Jack Of All Trades - Lyrics - Guy Clark

Title: Jack Of All Trades
Artist: Guy Clark
Composer(s): Guy Charles Clark, Rodney Crowell

Lyric:
Now, I don't mind workin' hard
You can't burn me down
They ain't made a job
That I can't work my way around

Sometime, I do it for the money
Sometime, for the glamor
Sometime, I use my head
Sometime, I get a bigger hammer
Get a bigger hammer

I worked on the railroad
I worked in the fields
I'm a steeple jack and it's a fact
I drive anything on wheels

I can frame a house, drive pilin'
Pour that wet concrete
Take a weldin' rig and build a bridge
And I can do it in my sleep
Do it in my sleep

But I'm the jack of all trades
I love every lick I get
If I ain't got the job done, son
I might not want to quit

I'm the jack of all trades
That makes me the boss
You gon' get your money's worth
No matter what it costs

I don't work assembly line
Doin' the same ol' thing
The same ol' shop, the same ol' clock
Is playin' the same ol' game

And I don't want no desk job, man
It don't suit my clothes
And I don't need no engineer
Just to show me how it goes
C'mon, show me how it goes

I'm the jack of all trades
I love every lick I get
If I ain't got the job done, son
I might not want to quit

I'm the jack of all trades
That makes me the boss
You gon' get your money's worth
No matter what it costs

Well, there ain't no need to do a job
If I can't do it right
I may not be gettin' rich
But I'm sleepin' good at night

Some call me a gypsy
Some call me a flake
But I'll kiss your ass if I don't earn
Every dime I make
Every dime I make

I'm the jack of all trades
I love every lick I get
If I ain't got the job done, son
I might not want to quit

I'm the jack of all trades
That makes me the boss
You gon' get your money's worth
No matter what it costs

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I Need More - Lyrics - Rupaul

Title: I Need More
Artist: Rupaul
Composer(s): Rupaul Charles, Derek Brin, Sami Mckinney, Marlaina Kemp

Lyric:
Don't think baby I'll be a fool for you
Don't think you can keep doing what you do to me
Boy, I ain't happy with the love you give, no, no, no

I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?
I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?

I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?
I'm tired of you sayin' the same ol' thangs, shut it up and give me more

Tonite I feel like dancin', I'ma hang out with my girls
So spare me your complaining 'cause you're livin up in my world
Where you get off tellin' me how I'm supposed to live
I ain't your possession tell me what yo' problem is?

Don't think baby I'll be a fool for you
Don't think you can keep doing what you do to me
Boy, I ain't happy with the love you give, no, no, no

I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?
I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?

I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?
I'm tired of you sayin' the same ol' thangs, shut it up and give me more

Don't ask me where I'm going, and I won't tell you where I've been
'Cause what you've been givin' that don't even pay my rent
Remember when I told you lovin' me could be intense
I need stimulation or you're gonna get dismissed

Don't think baby I'll be a fool for you
Don't think you can keep doing what you do to me
Boy, I ain't happy with the love you give, oh, no

I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?
I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?

I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?
I'm tired of you sayin' the same ol' thangs, shut it up and give me more

Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me?
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me?
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me?

I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?
I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?

I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?
I'm tired of you sayin' the same ol' thangs
Won't you give me, give me, give me?

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Casa Nova - Lyrics - Mia Doi Todd

Title: Casa Nova
Artist: Mia Doi Todd
Composer(s): Mia Doi Todd

Lyric:
I can fall in love again
I can feel the curse you cast is over
No more, no more Casa Nova
Hip hip hurray, oh Hallelujah

I haven?t changed much in these ten years
I hit my head up against the wall
Of my same ol? fears, my same ol? fears
My same ol? tears, I?m breaking mirrors

I know myself again
I remember what is good about me
If I let it out of hiding

My enemy, proven to keep me down
Love as a memory of kindness
And cruelty and cruelty
And honesty and true beauty

I can fall in love again
I can feel the curse I cast is over
No more no more Casa Nova
Hip hip hurray, oh, Supernova
Supernova, Supernova, Four-Leaf Clover

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When You Need My Love - Lyrics - Darryl Worley

Title: When You Need My Love
Artist: Darryl Worley
Composer(s): Darryl Wade Worley, George Edwin Varble

Lyric:
Two in the morning telephone rings
Somehow I knew who it was
'Cause, baby, it's always the same old thing
When you need my love

You say it's over again and again
This time you've had enough
Girl, I know you've been fighting with him
When you need my love

Oh I wish I could just say no
And get you out of my heart
It must be nice to have some place to go
When your world falls apart

He'll call tomorrow with the same ol' line
And you'll forget about us
And I'll be lonely until the next time
When you need my love

Oh I wish I could just say no
And get you out of my heart
It must be nice to have some place to go
When your world falls apart

Now someday someone's gonna love me true
And, baby, when she does
Then I wonder what you're gonna do
When you need my love

Yeah, then I wonder what you're gonna do
When you need my love, when you need my love
When you need my love, what are you gonna do?

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I Love It - Lyrics - The Inspiration - Young Jeezy

Title: I Love It
Album: The Inspiration
Artist: Young Jeezy
Composer(s): Aldrin Davis, Jay Jenkins

Lyric:
Ride till I die, Lord knows I stay high
And I luv it, and I luv it, let's go

We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I luv it, and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it, and I luv it

Once again it's on, I'm back in the mu'fuckin' booth
These niggas still lying, I'm the mu'fuckin' truth
I don't believe 'em, I need some mu'fuckin' proof
I ain't want the four door, I copped the mu'fuckin' coupe

They tryin' be me, I'm just tryin' be G
And everything comes to da light, you'll see
These niggas in the dark baby I just shine
I do it from the heart homie, they just rhyme

Check your watch, nigga it's my time
Mind made up I was on my grind, that's right
So pay attention, yea you on my time
In that case time waits for no man

Do it again I done that before man
M.O.E., you ain't part of the program
Or maybe you niggaz ain't listening
Open your eyes I'm a blessing in disguise

We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I luv it, and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it, and I luv it

Yeah, I blew up, but they ain't like that
They switched up on me, and I ain't like that
Sold my first brick, yeah, I came right back
Fast forward the tape, nigga look at me now

And I never turn back, so motherfuck that
Nike's on the ground, got my head to the sky
Smoked all day, Lord knows I stay high
Stay on top, Lord knows I'm gon' try

And live for the moment, Lord knows I'm gon' die
And when I get to hell, Lord knows I'm gon' fry
I woke up this morning so I'm still alive
36 O's I sold them all for five

We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I luv it, and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it, and I luv it

Been around the world, it's the same ol' caine
Been around the world, it's the same ol' thang, dro
All the real niggaz either dead or in jail
And if you're looking for me homie, I'm in the A T L

You gotta play it how it go, you can't cheat on life
Ya better drink a Red Bull, you can't sleep on life
I ain't tryna do you, I'm tryin' do me
Last album did two, I'm just tryin' do three

Fresh out the pot yeah, the work was hard
Ride with the top down so I'm closer to God
My P.O. telling me I need a 9 to 5
But I already got a job, and that's stayin' alive

We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I luv it, and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it, and I luv it

Ride till I die, Lord knows I stay high
And I love it, and I love it
Ride till I die, Lord knows I stay high
And I love it, and I love it

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Just Friends - Lyrics - True To Myself - Eric Benet

Title: Just Friends
Album: True To Myself
Artist: Eric Benet
Composer(s): George T. Nash Jr., Demonte Posey, Eric Benet Jordan

Lyric:
This feels so wrong
(Love me)
This feels so wrong
(Love me)

This feels so wrong, I'm so confused
You give me love but you can't be true
You say you need your space and time
With or without you, I lose my mind

Oh yes, I know if meant to be
In the future we'll be hand in hand
But girl, right now, you're killing me
'Cause I know you're making love to another man

Do you really want to be just friends?
Don't you still love me?
It's so hard for me to understand
You say you love me

You call me for some time to spend
Just long as I'm out your door by 10
Platonic love will have to suffice
Can't bear the thought of you out of my life

I tried to end this misery
But I'm always picking up that phone
Swallow my pride, I beg and plead
But you always sing the same ol' song
We can be friends

Do you really want to be just friends?
Don't you still love me?
It's so hard for me to understand
You said you loved me

Turn the music down

Do you really want to be just friends?
Don't you still love me?
It's so hard for me to understand, girl
You said you loved me

Do you really want to be just friends?
Don't you still love me?
It's so hard for me to understand
You say you love me

Do you really want to be just friends?
Don't still, still love me?
It's so hard for me to understand
You said you still loved me

Do you really want to be just friends?
What me? Oh, girl
So hard, so hard, so hard, understand

Do you really want to be just friends with me?
I wanna be your, oh, baby

Do you hear what I'm talking about?

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It Could'Ve Been You - Lyrics - Deborah Cox - Deborah Cox

Title: It Could'Ve Been You
Album: Deborah Cox
Artist: Deborah Cox
Composer(s): Lascelles Stephens, Deborah Cox

Lyric:
Congratulations baby, it's been a while
I heard through the grapevine that you're seeing a friend of mine
I hate to say this baby but I think you should know
I hear 'bout how she treats you everywhere I go

I hear you're runnin', hidin', tryin' to be discreet
But let me to tell you, there's no need for you to hide from me
I've found someone who takes my lovin' seriously
You've gambled and lost baby pay the cost for walking out on me

It coulda been you loving me
It woulda been everything you wanted a love to be
It coulda been you, seven days a week
And baby if you wanted a real love you shoulda stayed with me

So here you come talkin' baby, with the same ol' lines
You're tryin' to break down my defense so you can tell me one more lie
But I ain't hearin' you baby, you caused me pain
This time you've gone too far and now you lost it all in vain

You say you love me but I find it hard to believe
It didn't take that long for you to get over me
Now after all this time, you're trying to get back with me
But now the tables have turned and you're on the outside looking in

It coulda been you loving me
It woulda been everything you wanted a love to be
It coulda been you, seven days a week
And baby if you wanted a real love you shoulda stayed with me

It coulda been you loving me
It woulda been everything you wanted a love to be
It coulda been you, seven days a week
And baby if you wanted a real love you shoulda stayed with me

I hear she's got you all stressed out
t cost you a fortune just to take her out
You say that she's takin' you for a ride
I coulda told you so

If I had my choice, I would be with you
But you could've done much better too
And that's what you get for thinking
That you could find a better love

It coulda been you loving me
It woulda been everything you wanted a love to be
It coulda been you, seven days a week
And baby if you wanted a real love you shoulda stayed with me

It coulda been you loving me
It woulda been everything you wanted a love to be
It coulda been you, seven days a week
And baby if you wanted a real love you shoulda stayed with me

It coulda been you loving me, baby, oh
Everything goes my way
Seven days a week
Loving me, oh babe
It coulda been you

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Stay Right Here - Lyrics - Ice Cream - Js

Title: Stay Right Here
Album: Ice Cream
Artist: Js
Composer(s): R. Kelly

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Lyric:
Baby, don't go, I need you here, c'mon

Baby, don't take your love away
Stay right here beside me
Baby, don't take your love away
Stay right here beside me

Remember when we had the same ol' argument
You left angry straight out the door
It's not exactly what I had in store
Boy, come back to me

Baby, don't take your love away
Stay right here beside me
Baby, don't take your love away
Stay right here beside me

Only God knows what it's gonna take
To make you stay right here, boy
But I just gotta let you know
That life without you is so cold
So baby, won't you come back home

Baby, don't take your love away
Stay right here beside me
Baby, don't take your love away
Stay right here beside me

Daydreamin' and I'm thinkin' of you
Daydreamin' and I'm thinkin' of you
Daydreamin' and I'm thinkin' of you
Daydreamin' and I'm thinkin' of you

Daydreamin' and I'm thinkin' of you
Daydreamin' and I'm thinkin' of you
Daydreamin' and I'm thinkin' of you
Daydreamin' and I'm thinkin' of you

Baby, don't take your love away
Stay right here beside me
Baby, don't take your love away
Stay right here beside me

Baby, don't you take it, baby, don't you take it
Baby, don't you take it, baby, don't you take it
Baby, don't you take it, baby, don't you take it
Baby, don't you take it, baby, don't you take it

Baby, don't you take it, baby, don't you take it
Baby, don't you take it, baby, don't you take it
Baby, don't you take it, baby, don't you take it
Baby, don't you take it, baby, don't you take it

Baby, don't take your love away
Stay right here beside me
Baby, don't take your love away

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When It Rains It Pours - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: When It Rains It Pours
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Michael A. Elizondo Jr., Curtis James Jackson, Che J. Pope

Lyric:
Yeah, it's 50
One shot, one kill, what's the deal?
Yeah, what's the deal?

Listen lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow tips and tallids, when it rains it pours
Get caught in lead showers just because
Niggaz ain't playin', when it rains it pours

Niggaz get set up, that's when it rains it pours
End up, wet up, that's when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie in my hood, when it rains it pours

Ain't nothin' changed, niggaz doin' the same ol' shit
Them new hollow tips in them same ol' clips
In the projects, niggaz fuck with the same ol' chicks
And somehow, they still think that they game is so sick

Now from the rip, niggaz know I'm 'bout my grip
I don't trick, man I barely even feed a bitch
She say I'm stingy, I say, "I don't need you bitch"
Go 'head leave, see if I chase you, shit

Tell yo' mammy, I catch her in the streets I'ma get her
She know I'm on parole, why she call police on a nigga?
She just mad, 'cause a nigga pockets on swole
When she ask to borrow some, I say hell naw

I was tellin' the lil' homies all about this shit
To keep yo' mind on yo' money and don't trust no bitch
Keke hit high notes, when them kids came
But her ass kinda fat, so niggaz treat her the same, this is real

Lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow tips and tallids, when it rains it pours
Get caught in lead showers just because
Niggaz ain't playin', when it rains it pours

Niggaz get set up, that's when it rains it pours
End up, wet up, that's when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie in my hood, when it rains it pours

There was blood stains on my stoop, when Akbar got shot
When homicide outside, nigga I'm not
This the third time them niggaz done circled the block
It's money out now yeah, but damn it's hot

They'll love to catch a nigga, on a direct sale
They say, "Tell us who caught the body, or you goin' to jail"
Look, if you know the drill you stay the fuck outta Dodge
And say, "What's happenin'?", to the captain
And say, "What's up?", to the sarge

Fuck bein' in a cage man, that shit for the birds
Charlie drunk, drinkin' wild Irish rose on the curb
I know a spot full of niggaz tryin' to bet a few bucks
Hopin' they number come out, they can have 'em some luck

Queen, ace to the deuce, and stumbled off mad
Lost his re-up money man, that's all he had
Magazine from the store, so he could look at the cars
And do pull-up's in the park, on the monkey bars, mad as fuck

Lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow tips and tallids, when it rains it pours
Get caught in lead showers just because
Niggaz ain't playin', when it rains it pours

Niggaz get set up, that's when it rains it pours
End up, wet up, that's when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie in my hood, when it rains it pours

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Brotherly Love - Lyrics - Billy Dean

Title: Brotherly Love
Artist: Billy Dean
Composer(s): Timothy Nichols, Jimmy Stewart

Lyric:
We shared the same last name and the same color eyes
But we fought like tigers, over that old red bike
I'm battin' first and you can't use my glove
It wouldn't take long 'til push came to shove
But, we looked out for each other with brotherly love

You hated girls 'til I had my first date
I brought her home from the movies, you stayed up late
Three on the couch, watchin' T.V.
I was smilin' at her while you were laughin' at me
But, I wouldn't trade it for nothin', brotherly love

There's a bond that brothers know and it gets stronger as they grow
A love that time and miles can't come between we disagreed but in the end
There will never be two closer friends
And brotherly love is something we all need

They share the same last name and the same color eyes
But they fight like tigers over one ol' red bike
And lookin' at them reminds me of us
They're gonna fight and they're gonna fuss
But they got something special, it's brotherly love

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Fool Hearted Memory - Lyrics - George Strait

Title: Fool Hearted Memory
Artist: George Strait
Composer(s): Byron Hill, Blake Mevis

Lyric:
Nickels and dimes, memories and wine
She's on his mind once again
The same ol' stew, the same ol' fool
Played by the rules but didn't win
There's an old love in his heart that he can't lose
He tried forgettin' but he knows that it's no use

He's got a fool hearted memory
It won't let him see, that she walked out the door
He's got a fool hearted memory, he sits patiently
Here every night so it can fool him more

She was his girl, his only world
That string of pearls that slipped away
A thousand dimes, a thousand times
He doesn't mind what they say
He fills the jukebox, then plays the same ol' song
He fills his glass and then he turns her memory on

But it's a fool hearted memory
It won't let him see, that she walked out the door
He's got a fool hearted memory, he sits patiently
Here every night so it can fool him more

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All Bout U - Lyrics - All Eyez On Me - 2pac

Title: All Bout U
Album: All Eyez On Me
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): B Washington, J Jackson, Tomi Jenkins, Tupac Shakur, Larry Blackmon, Y Fula

Lyric:
Ah yeah, yeah, it's all 'bout u, one time
I'ma say it's all 'bout u baby, yeah
Ha ha, for the bitches that think it's all 'bout u
It's all 'bout u

This Dru Down in the house, with my boy 'Pizznac
You know what I'm sayin'? It's all 'bout u
Yeah I'm gon' say it's all 'bout u
But you know I'm lyin' though, hah, yeah

You probably crooked as the last trick, want it light
But how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch
Thinkin' I had her but she had me in the long run
It's just my luck I'm stuck with fuckin' with the wrong one, uh

Wise decisions, based on lies we livin'
Scandalous times, this game's like my religion
You could be rollin' with a thug
Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin' for some love

In every club, I see you starin' like you want it
Well baby if you got it better flaunt it
Let the liquor help you get up on it
I'm still tipsy from last night

Bumpin' these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life
I try to holla but you tell me you taken
Sayin' you ain't impressed, with the money I'm makin'
Guess it's true what they tellin' me

Fresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebrity
So that's the reason why I call, and maybe you widdit
Fantasies of us sweatin', can I hit it?
Addicted to the things you do, but still true
What I'm sayin' boo, is this is all 'bout u

Every other city we go, every other video
(It's all 'bout u)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
(Yeah nigga, ha ha ha ha)

Every other city we go, every other video
(It's all 'bout u)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

I make a promise if you go with me, just let me know
I'll have you hollerin' my name out before I leave
Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga, I only hung out
With the criminals and the drug dealers, I love niggaz

'Cause we comin' from the same place
Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick, the game takes
How can I tell her I'm a playa, and I don't even care
Creep though, weed smoke's into the air

Everywhere I go, it's all about the groupie hoes
Waitin' for niggaz at the end, of every show
I just seen you in my friends video
Could never put a bitch before my friends, so here we go

Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin' through
It's all 'bout u ha ha ha, yeah nigga
It's all 'bout u

Every other city we go, every other video
(It's all 'bout u)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

Every other city we go, every other video
(It's all 'bout u)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu?
It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew
Every other city we go and every video
Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe

You think it's all 'bout u? Well boo
I gets Down like Dru and my nasty new niggaz, too
You couldn't hold me back, it'd take a fatter track
A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff

When I started to snaps all your rode 'em swoll
Straight in control, flows'll fold, while hoes cold stroll
Hold the set, I told Dramacy' go in next
Gold diggin', cold diggin' a gold Rolex

I slide in easily, try a grizzly
Sluts know the cuts, I came to fuck, try skeezin' me
Runnin' up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya
At the most, I fucked a bitch from the West Coast to West Virginia

Every other city we go, every other video
(It's all 'bout u)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

Every other city we go, every other video
(It's all 'bout u)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

Every other city we go, every other video
(It's all 'bout u)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

Every other city we go, every other video
(I'm tellin' ya it's the same ol' shit)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
(I mean)

Goddamn, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm sittin' back, watchin' Montell Jordan video
I see the same bitch, who was in
My homeboy Nate Dogg video

Then I flip the channel
I'm checkin' out my homeboy Tupac video
I see the same bitch that was in my video
You know what I'm sayin'?

And then you know what I'm sayin'?
What make that even mo' fucked up
I'm watchin' a Million Man March
And I see the same bitch, on the Million Man March

That was in, the homeboy Warren G video
I mean, damn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go
I see the same hoe, don't get mad, I'm only bein' real
Yeah

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Don'T Gotta Go Home - Lyrics - After The Storm - Monica

Title: Don'T Gotta Go Home
Album: After The Storm
Artist: Monica
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Ryan Bowser, Antoine Macon, Monica Arnold

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Lyric:
Grr yeah
I mean we all men, we all men
We know how the shit go love one, fuck another
I mean, it is what it is, it is what it is
I mean, we knew what it was, when we became a part of it (yeah)
Ain't no sense whinin' about it now, feel me?
It's like

There's something on your mind (What!)
I can see right through you
I know your girl been treatin' you wrong (Yea!)
But she ain't no good for you
Why do you hold it inside (Uh!)
Boy you should let me know
I just want to make you right
Wanna be the one you could cry on

Baby, it's like I love my wife
But we goin' through things and I ain't goin' home tonight
You got time for a nigga, or is he still with you?
Wanna meet at the same spot, or should I come and get you?
Aight, I'll be there in 10, be in the front
I been gettin' what I need so I'ma give you what you want
One-on-one, cause you know how to talk to Dog
You walk the dog and understand New York is hard, baby

So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight
You can stay right here with me
Uhh I ain't goin' nowhere
When you wake up I'm gon' be right there
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
I ain't worried about shit
You're here with me
Look, it's like I love my wife
But we goin' through things and I ain't goin' home tonight, aight?

It's kinda strange, that when you call (mmm)
She's never home
Now you're there all alone
And, you deserve so much more baby (What!)
I can treat you better than she can (What!)
It doesn't make sense
To keep on loving, and keep on trusting
When, in return all you get is nothing

Damn, you got me fucked up and I'm feelin' it more
Never had a mis-tress dis-tressed before
Oh come on ma, like it ain't that deep
Like ain't no love there, like I don't hate that I gotta creep
We go to sleep in each others arms (Yea!)
And I feel like this is where I belong
If lovin' you is right then I ain't wrong
This is the same ol' song, wife and fam
Gotta be a father and husband but I'm still yo' man, baby

So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight
You can stay right here with me
Uhh I ain't goin' nowhere
When you wake up I'm gon' be right there
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
I ain't worried about shit
You're here with me
Look, it's like I love my wife
But we goin' through things and I ain't goin' home tonight, aight?

This situation's getting critical (uh-huh!)
I watch so many tears fall (uh-huh!)
I know she's not what you want (uh-huh!)
So why you keep on holding on? (GRR)
When I'm right here (What!)
All you need to do is call (What!)
Don't be afraid (Yea!)
'Cause she won't know at, Alll

So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight
You can stay right here with me
Uhh I ain't goin' nowhere
When you wake up I'm gon' be right there
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
I ain't worried about shit
You're here with me
Look, it's like I love my wife
But we goin' through things and I ain't goin' home tonight, aight?

So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight
You can stay right here with me
Uhh I ain't goin' nowhere
When you wake up I'm gon' be right there
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
I ain't worried about shit
You're here with me
Look, it's like I love my wife
But we goin' through things and I ain't goin' home tonight, aight?

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