Saturday As Usual - Lyrics - A Collection Of Songs: Recorded 1995-1997 - Bright Eyes

Title: Saturday As Usual
Album: A Collection Of Songs: Recorded 1995-1997
Artist: Bright Eyes
Composer(s): Conor Oberst

Lyric:
Virginia is almost sleeping
The night is getting older
There's static on the TV
She's lying on the sofa
The cats crawl over her

Jenny is in the garage
She's got the car in neutral
She rolls it out so quietly
It's Saturday as usual
It always is

And me I'm in my bedroom drawing in my notebook
'Cause my hand thinks I'm an artist
But my heart knows I'm a poet
It's just words they mean so little to me, so little to me, so little to me
So little to me, so little to me, so little to me, so little to me

That I can't seem to deal with total trust
There is something very wrong with me

Daddy's in the backyard
His hands are getting dirty
And mom is in the kitchen
And her cake says that I'm thirteen
Another year

My brother went to college
To become a doctor
And if he studies hard enough
He'll end up just like father
Who hates his life

And me I'm in the bathroom
Cryin' out my eyelids, 'cause it's hard to be a man
When you are scared just like a little kid
World's become a little too mean, a little too mean, a little too mean
A little too mean, a little too mean, a little too mean

And I can't see the point of patient love
When everyone just wants to get fucked

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Saturday Night Fish Fry - Lyrics - Let the Good Times Roll: The Music of Louis Jordan - B.B. King

Title: Saturday Night Fish Fry
Album: Let the Good Times Roll: The Music of Louis Jordan
Artist: B.B. King
Composer(s): Louis Jordan, Ellis Walsh

Lyric:
Now if you've ever been down to New Orleans
Then you can understand just what I mean
All through the week it's quiet as a mouse
But on Saturday night they go from house to house

You don't have to pay the usual admission
If you're a cook, waiter or a good musician
So if you happen to be just passin' by
Stop in at the Saturday night fish fry

It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin'
And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin'
And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn

Now my buddy and me was on the main stem
Foolin' around just me and him
We decided, we could use a little something to eat
So we went to a house on Rampart Street

We knocked on the door and it opened up with ease
And a lush little Miss said, "Come in, please"
'Fore we could even bat an eye
We were right in the middle of a big fish fry

It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin'
And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin'
And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn

Now the folks was havin' the time of their life
And Sam was jivin' Jimmie's wife
Over in the corner was a beat up grand
Being played by a big fat piano man

Some of the chicks wore expensive frocks
Some of them had on bobbie socks
But everybody was nice and high
At this particular Saturday night fish fry

It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin'
And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin'
And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn

Now the women were screamin' and jumpin', and yellin'
The bottles was flyin' and the fish was smellin'
And way above all the noise we made
Somebody hollered, "You better get outta here, this is a raid"

I didn't know we was breakin' the law
Till somebody reached over and he hit me on the jaw
They had us blocked off from front to back
They was puttin' 'em in the wagon like potatoes in a sack

It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin'
And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin'
And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn

I knew, I could get away if I had a chance
But I was shakin' like I had the St. Vitus dance
So I tried to crawl in under a bath tab
When a policeman said, "Where are you goin' there, bub?"

Now they got us out of there like a house on fire
Put us all in the black maria
Now they might have missed a pitiful few
But they got both me and my buddy too

It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin'
And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin'
And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn

Well, we headed for jail in a dazed condition
They booked each one of us on suspicion
Now my chick came down and paid my bail
And finally got me outta that rotten jail

Now if you ever want to get a fist in your eye
Just mention a Saturday night fish fry
Don't care how many fish in the sea
But don't ever mention a fish to me

It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin'
And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin'
And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn

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Saturday Night Fish Fry - Lyrics - Heavy Love - Buddy Guy

Title: Saturday Night Fish Fry
Album: Heavy Love
Artist: Buddy Guy
Composer(s): Louis Jordan, Ellis Walsh

Lyric:
Now if you've ever been down to New Orleans
Then you can understand just what I mean
All through the week it's quiet as a mouse
And on Saturday night they go from house to house

You don't have to pay the usual admission
If you're a cook, a waiter or a good musician
So if you happen to be just passin' by
Stop in at the Saturday Night Fish Fry

It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn

Now my buddy and me was on the main stem
Foolin' around just me and him
We decided we could use a little something to eat
So we went to a house on Rampart Street

We knocked on the door and it opened with ease
And a lush little Miss said, "Come in, please"
Before we could even bat an eye
We were right in the middle of a big fish fry

It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn

Now the folks was havin' the time of their life
Sam was jivin' Jimmie's wife
Over in the corner was a beat up grand
Being played by a big fat piano man

Now some of these folks wore expensive frocks
Some of them had on bobbie socks
Everybody was nice and high
At particular Saturday Night Fish Fry

It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn

Now my buddy and me, we fell right in
We hollered, "Let the joy begin"
Now we're thinking we could get a good place to play
But the party was already on the way

All of a sudden the lights went low
And everybody lay straight for the front door
Man, I was so scared I didn't know where to go
I stood right there and I fell on the floor

It was rockin', it was rockin'
I never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was rockin', it was rockin'
I never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn

Now the women was screamin' and jumpin' and yellin'
The bottles was flyin', and the fish was smellin'
Way up above all the noise we made
Somebody hollered, "You better get outta here, this is a raid"

I didn't know we was breaking the law
But somebody reached over and hit me on the jaw
They had us blocked off from front to back
They was puttin' 'em in the wagon like potatoes in a sack

It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was rockin', it was rockin'
I never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn

I knew I could get away if I had a chance
But I was shakin' like I had that St. Vitus dance
I tried to crawl in under a bath tab
When a policeman said, "Where are you goin' there, bub?"

Now they got us out of there like a house on fire
They put us all in the black Maria
They might have missed a pitiful few
But they got both me and my buddy too

It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn

Well we headed for jail in a dazed condition
They booked each one of us on suspicion
My chick came down and went my bail
And finally got me outta that rotten jail

If you ever want to get a fist in your eye
Just mention a Saturday Night Fish Fry
I don't care how many fish in the sea
But don't ever mention a fish to me

It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn

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Can'T Have Nuttin' - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Can'T Have Nuttin'
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Andre Weston, Willie Hines, Gerald Stevens

Lyric:
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (Nowadays yo)
Niggas just can't have (niggas just can't have)
Niggas just can't have (niggas just can't have)
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas niggas nowadays yo

Well yo, they used to say that Dray was a motherfuckin bum
Cos when it came to profit, son I really wasn't gettin none
The wildest motherfucker that you ever saw
They used to call me Petey Wheezthrow, the devil's son-in-law
Now I'm in the shit, like a fly I was buggin
From robbing to stealin to dealin, yo, and even muggin
Sellin cocaine in the high school halls
Playin it slick I kept the balms up in some tennis balls
I used to run across the bridge with my peeps
I packed a tray-8, in dem days I was playin for keeps
I used to roll around my hat and all day
Lookin for a prey that we could rob on Broadway
Stickin niggas for their jewels if they're worthy

Made a couple of hits and then we jetted back to Jersey
'86 And '87 was the year
Had the Gucci hat, rock the raccoon fur coat yeah
Keep em in disguise and nigga don't ya blink
See yeah Saturday, we robbed another nigga at the rink
The beats was always showin up at my rest
Askin "Does a certain Drayzie live at this address? Yes?"
The spot was hotter than the sun, without a doubt
I had the choice to go to school and get the fuck out
I hit the South just like a bandit cos I was stranded
Virginia State in '88, you know that's where I landed
I couldn't stand it, shit was feelin strange
I made it outta range but yo, my shit was just about the dough

Aiyo, niggas just can't have nuttin ( Yo niggas just can't have nuttin)
Niggas just can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin)
Niggas just can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin)
Niggas just can't have nuttin (Nowadays yo)

Aiyo, niggas just can't have nuttin ( Yo niggas just can't have nuttin)
Niggas just can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin)
Niggas just can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin)
Niggas just can't have nuttin (Nowadays yo)

Yo bust a move, peep the flav
Cos I'm a take you back to the days of brown envelope trays
Twenty-something years ago as I proceed to recollect
A newborn shorty had to 'ford cheques off Bushwick
Bless the days, Pops shot to get forth the and fifth
Damn, fam got to shift
From the tenth flo' down four flights to the sixth
This was around the time smokin reefer was the shit
But now the crib a little bigger
I was the first man in the fam so it's plans for a nigga
Had my clan from my building and my man from 8-11
Wit me when we hit the jams behind 2-57
Mom's babysittin, Pop's on the hustle
54 Block was on lock, bust a knuckle

Game rip, some niggas slipped and got greedy
Believe me, another "rest in peace" in graffiti
But I couldn't resist a few fights and petty heists
Cos now I'm 'cross town in the Heights
My nights are a little quieter but still amongst the schemes for the fun
Where sons run guns and blow slums with the bums
And motherfuckers don't care
I love the street game so I stashed the green leaf by the air
You couldn't tell me shit, evil was more eager than a beaver
Kept it fresh, double-parked in the Caesar
But I got deceased with this behavior-type flavor
And do Moms a favor, go to school and get this fuckin paper
So what's the caper cos now I'm all in
At Virginia State, now let the bullshit begin

Nowadays niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (Yo niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin' yo)
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin' yo)
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (nuttin', nuttin', nuttin', nuttin')
Nowadays niggas (niggas just can't have nuttin')

It was '89 and yo, I'm stayin out of fights
I'm runnin with this nigga named Books from Crown Heights
Gettin toe-up from the flow-up, we're drinkin til we throw up
We're thinkin we can blow up so to class we wouldn't show up
Well nigga so what? You fucked the holdup and went whatever's
Then bucked the leathers, son I got to get my shit together
Gettin drunk, gettin flunked in class is what's the function
Smokin blunts-in, son we need to stop frontin
We're goin huntin, Virginia didn't have shit for us
That's why we broke out with Dice and blitzed into blue chorus
Gettin busy, flippin rhymes on the weekend
The deal we was seekin from styles we was freakin

But yo, now it's '91 and me and son we got to scram
(Aiyo it was a rap contest, nuttin we couldn't handle)
And yo, something got ta happen or I'm a get the pappin
We got the blueprints to this new style of rappin
Packin skills from the sewer, I knew we had a shot
Gotta go and blow the spot and show them niggas how we rock, what?
If PMD is judgin it, yeah the cautious crew
Makin all that money on that business as usual
(Tip tip tip) Tip, we flip the tongue and started wilin
They hit us with the digits to the cribs in Long Island
So, we packed the Henny and my men we got swayz
And never lookin back, that's how we thinkin nowadays

Cos yo niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin' yo)
Word up niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Nah niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
(Yo that's why they got me rockin on the microphone)
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (Yo niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin', just nuttin')
Nowadays niggas didn't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
(Well now they got me rockin on the microphone)
(Niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas just ain't (got a motherfuckin thing)
Nowadays (word up) niggas ain't got nuthin'

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Old School - Lyrics - Too $Hort

Title: Old School
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): Don Anthony Brown, Todd Anthony Shaw

Lyric:
Old school, I'm from the old school
Old school, I'm from the old school

I came in the door as the story goes
Looked around the room all I seen was hoes
It's like a pussy supermarket, let's go shoppin'
Packed like sardines, clubs straight poppin'
Fuck the V.I.P. section
I'm bout to hit the pharmacy, and get my head connected
Get me some protection
Walk around and see who I wanna have sex with

The usual a nice high yellow cutie
Or maybe tonight, I might find a black beauty
With a big ol' booty, no doubt
We'll have a few drinks and then roll out
I can't do the 'Jungle Fever'
'Cause it's too many black hoes here that might see ya
If I peep a white broad with some ass and lips

Fine as hell I'ma have to ask the bitch somein'
'Cause I might end up fuckin'
I don't care what you say, I don't owe you hoes nothin'
I fuck tall bitches, even fuck small bitches
Too bad I can't fuck all you bitches
It don't take players like me too long
To get bitches like you to let me take you home
I got the game from Oakland, California
I'm Short Dawg, I hope your momma warned ya

'Bout the old school, do the old school
I'm from the old school, do the old school

I'm always hustlin', always workin' hard
If you tryin' to get the money I'ma do my part
On the weekends, we like to celebrate
Cash checks ride away can't wait
Fuck crime I'm bustin' Too Short rhymes
Unless it's bout millions I ain't tryin' to do time
It's like everyday is Saturday
So many bitches let me have my way

You can analyze it, all you want
But I was knockin' bad hoes with no teeth in the front
When I had no money and drove my momma's car
I had bad-ass bitches look like superstars
It's the game, old as it may be
it makes fine-ass hoes call me baby
I look down and think, this that fuckin' shit
Seein' this beautiful bitch, she just suckin' my dick

Too many times in a player's wife
We always have to hear what you squares feel like
Fuck that, do what you gotta do
I see you creepin' through the hood buyin' prostitutes
I know I'm fuckin' hoes, and gettin' high
You wanna criticize me but you livin' a lie
With yo' suit and tie, and yo' love for hoes
You ain't shit motherfucker and Short Dawg knows

I'm from the old school, do the old school
Do the old school, I'm from the old school

Don't cross the game they'll take yo' life
Respect the game and you can play all night
If you snitchin', don't get caught slippin'
If you bloodn' or cripn', other niggaz set-trippin'
Watch yo' back, it don't take a brainiac
We got a lot of homicidal maniacs in the streets
Sometimes life is terrible
Y'all say goodbye, niggaz say be careful

Back in the day they woulda killed yo' ass
For a reason, they might even keep you breathin'
Fuck your whole world up, you can't get down
Broke livin' on the streets and you can't skip town
But ain't no slow deaths in the triple oh
If you fuckin up then you get to go
Somebody gon' hold you down
So you can't get up off that cold ground
Lights flashin', and you keep passin' out
You know you fucked up with your bad-ass mouth

Once upon a time they woulda knocked you out
Maybe back in ninety-nine, but not in 2000
Anybody wanna do it like the old school?
Hella niggaz at the park with no shootin'
Sunday afternoon, at the park
Niggaz leanin' hella hard goin' by in the car

Do the old school, do the old school
I'm from the old school, do the old school
Old school do the old school
I'm from the old school
Yeah old school baby, beotch!

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