The Shadow Of Seattle - Lyrics - Marcy Playground - Marcy Playground

Title: The Shadow Of Seattle
Album: Marcy Playground
Artist: Marcy Playground
Composer(s): John Wozniak

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Lyric:
Rain
Like tin angels falling down
Like a mission and we're halfway there
From some old dried up, fried forgotten town

Why
Won't they let us be ourselves?
With our potential we could toe the line
And show the bastards up with our divine
Light light light light

Seize
All the records from the past
Hold for ransom all the artifacts
This ragged town protects them to the last
With lies lies lies lies

See them running heading
Homeward to Seattle

Deem
All the liars in your tribe
To be the fires on the western side
Of some old front we call 'The war of art'

Rain
Like tin angels falling down
Like a mission and we're halfway there
From some old dried up, fried forgotten town
From some old dried up, fried forgotten town
To some old dried up, fried forgotten town

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The Shaddow Of Seattle - Lyrics - Marcy Playground

Title: The Shaddow Of Seattle
Artist: Marcy Playground
Composer(s): John Wozniak

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Lyric:
Rain
Like tin angels falling down
Like a mission and we're halfway there
From some old dried up, fried forgotten town

Why
Won't they let us be ourselves?
With our potential we could toe the line
And show the bastards up with our divine
Light light light light

Seize
All the records from the past
Hold for ransom all the artifacts
This ragged town protects them to the last
With lies lies lies lies

See them running heading
Homeward to Seattle

Deem
All the liars in your tribe
To be the fires on the western side
Of some old front we call 'The war of art'

Rain
Like tin angels falling down
Like a mission and we're halfway there
From some old dried up, fried forgotten town
From some old dried up, fried forgotten town
To some old dried up, fried forgotten town

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The Day Seattle Died - Lyrics - Year Of The Spider - Cold

Title: The Day Seattle Died
Album: Year Of The Spider
Artist: Cold
Composer(s): Kelly Hayes, Jr., Ronald Ward, Samuel Mc Candless, Terry Balsamo, Jeremy D. Marshall

Lyric:
Turn all the lights down low
Tryin' to fade your apathy
Made up a world where you can't even be you
Star in a tragedy
Shattered voice on an open chord
They line up around the world just to hear you scream

Blown away by fame
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor
Never mind in faith if you can't believe

Drowning in misery
The nightmare began when you closed the door
You sat in your angry chair and just tried to be you
The needle became your Queen
The drug had become your enemy
And music was just a way for you to bleed

Blown away by fame
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor
Never mind in faith if you can't believe

Blown away by fame
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor
And never mind in faith if you can't believe
And he won't believe
And he can't believe

Blown away by fame
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor
Never mind in faith if you can't believe

Blown away by fame
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor
Never mind in faith if you can't believe
And he won't believe
And he can't believe

And they won't believe
And they can't believe

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Seattle - Lyrics - Make Your Mama Proud - Fastball

Title: Seattle
Album: Make Your Mama Proud
Artist: Fastball
Composer(s): Miles Zuniga

Lyric:
Ridin' round and round in my car
I can't afford to go very far
It needs a new transmission and new brakes

Parking tickets, I cannot pay
They're gonna have to tow me away
Tow me away 'cause I can't afford to drive

We're outta groceries again
Ain't got no money to spend
The credit card is maxed out
So let's get high

'Cause it's raining all the time
And the rain's been seeping
Through my mind
But I get by

I've got a nasty rash on my rocker
I can't afford to go see the doctor
I know I'll be all right in a couple of weeks

Happy hour, that's where we're meeting
Eat for free as long as you're drinking
Hey that ain't no problem for you and me

We're outta groceries again
Ain't got no money to spend
The credit card is maxed out
So let's get high

'Cause it's raining all the time
And the rain's been seeping
Through my mind
But I get by

We're outta groceries again
Ain't got no money to spend
The credit card is maxed out
So let's get high

'Cause it's raining all the time
And the rain's been seeping
Through my mind
But I get by

Yeah I'm all right
It's all right

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My Washington Woman - Lyrics - Kenny Rogers

Title: My Washington Woman
Artist: Kenny Rogers
Composer(s): D Frazier, A Owens

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Lyric:
The wages of an unskilled
Working man never paid enough
From time to time, a nickel on a race
Keeps him from giving up

The blue collared man in Seattle
Never lives on white collared street
But there was food on the table
For my Washington woman and me

The work slowed down and then one day
The foreman laid me off
That night in a tavern down to my last dime
I met a girl from Arkansas

Her daddy was a banker in Little Rock
She had a mansion on white collared street
The next morning my Washington woman
Woke up without me

From city to city, and state to state
I grew heavier with shame
My Washington woman had six months left
Before our child would bring her pain

My Arkansas woman hurt me
As we crossed the Arkansas line
But the arms of Seattle
Were the arms that kept hugging mine, mine

For years I have basked in expensive wines
Tasted champagne every day
I gave up all the things I loved
For all these things I hate

Locked up all of her forgiveness
The day I set myself free
And the heart of my Washington woman
Stopped beating for me

My Washington woman sends me
A letter every once in a while
Inside a folded wordless page
Is a picture of my child

All at once, the room grows cold
With a feeling of jealousy
And there's a silence between
My Arkansas woman and me

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On My Way - Lyrics - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye - Jadakiss

Title: On My Way
Album: Kiss Tha Game Goodbye
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): Kasseem Dean, Jason Phillips

Lyric:
Aiyyo Swizz check it out
I'm shoot over to Cali, you know what I'm sayin'?
Check this movie out
Then I'ma check honey out
Then I'ma fly back to N.Y, see what's goin' on in the projects
Then I'ma shoot down to Atlanta
See how it's goin' down in the dirty dirty
Then I'ma shoot over to New Orleans, Detroit, Chicago, Seattle, Miami

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
Down in Miami done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told

But I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
And do a movie but first I gotta read my script
After that I get it poppin' at the La Mentage
I'm gettin' skull in the Ferrari, bottom garage
Then it's back to N.Y. to my project bitch
She like to do it anywhere, a real hardhead bitch
And she enjoy riffin' when I'm gone
But love when I say I'll be there in a minute, listen for the horn

I'm down in Atlanta to see my bitch
She go to college, she model, and she got chips
Rock La Perla lingerie
Tattoo on her ass that say that this belong's to Ja'
Now I don't know, what you've been told
But kiss be blowin' they mind and spendin' they dough
And I'm goin' on a lil' trip, I'll be back
Anybody lookin' for me, just tell 'em that I'm

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
Down in Miami done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told

I'm on my way to New Orleans, for one whole month
To see my shorty in Magnolia, she got gold fronts
We don't kiss, matter fact I only hit that once
But she chill and she like to smoke big fat blunts
Then I'm swingin' through Detroit to see my boo
You think you got every color mink, she got two
And she just slapped a hundred on the toy
Honey was a gangstress for real, gettin' money off the board

Then I'm hittin' Chi-Town, soon as it die down
Lay up in my chick's house, break a couple pies down
Nobody can do this but 'Kiss, freeze
Music please
Ah, where was I? Oh yes
Off to the Valley so I gotta go West
My chick got the gold Benz and the gray Lex
I hit her with a shirt on 'cause she got fake breasts, c'mon

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
Down in Miami done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told

That I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
She talkin' shit on the celly like she that bitch
And this how you know it's definitely real
When you drop the CL-6, then you knock Stephanie Mills
When I get there, she gon' show me more than some brotherly love
Top piece 'til I come in her mug
I'm tryin' to leave and she givin' me Hell
Told her bend over, I'ma crack that ass like the Liberty Bell

Now I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
I oughta be there by breakfast if I leave by six
And ain't nuttin' stoppin Ja'
I'ma get the puss, catch the Rockets game, then be on my way
Now I'm down in Miami to see my bitch
She got her own beauty salon, and she strip
I'm proud of the girl, backside's out of this world
The bitch perform, besides that, her lips was warm, c'mon

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
Down in Miami done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
Down in Miami done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told

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Kissin' Time - Lyrics - Kiss - Kiss

Title: Kissin' Time
Album: Kiss
Artist: Kiss
Composer(s): Bernie Lowe, Kal Mann

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Lyric:
Come on Charlotte
Wake up San Diego, Milwaukee, Miami
Put your two lips together and kiss

We're kissin' in Cleveland, and Cincinnati too
Way out in Chicago, I'll tell you what to do
They party all over, even in St. Lou
So baby, get ready and I'll be kissin' you

Oh, oh, 'cause anytime is kissin' time, USA
So treat me right, don't make me fight
And we'll rock and roll tonight

We're kissin' in Dallas and Philly's goin' wild
So let's kiss Atlanta, ho, you know we'll make it smile
We love the women, hey, way down in Tennessee
So baby, come on now and start a-kissin' me

Oh, oh, 'cause anytime is kissin' time, USA
So treat me right, don't make me fight
And we'll rock and roll tonight

Kiss all of Seattle, L.A. to Baltimore
You know we been kissin' in 'Frisco, so lets kiss some more
Let's do it in Detroit, they all love to score
So baby, oh baby, what are we waitin' for

Oh, oh, 'cause anytime is kissin' time, USA
So treat me right, don't make me fight
And we'll rock and roll tonight
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Haircuts - Lyrics - Down By Law

Title: Haircuts
Artist: Down By Law
Composer(s): David Christian Smalley

Lyric:
Pearl Jam clones are everywhere
Fuck that shit, go cut your fucking hair
Seattle sound is all around
But where's the huevos in that sound

Go to the Whiskey, see a band
Just all an 'L' and you've got bland
All those bands just sound the same
And they all look so fucking lame

And I don't want to hear it
Everybody's trying to make it
Heard it all a million times
Grab the brass ring before it falls down
Wish they'd all just go away

Pearl Jam clones are everywhere
Fuck that shit, go cut your fucking hair
Not one word original, not one word original
And then they all fall down, they all go down
Grab the brass ring, find the pot of gold

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2002 - Lyrics - Bob Schneider

Title: 2002
Artist: Bob Schneider
Composer(s): Bob Schneider

Lyric:
The year is 2002
I'm doing exactly what I wanted to
Baby I don't even think about you anymore

Just thought I?d drop you a line
To let you know I was doing fine
'Cause baby it's been a long, long time
Since you walked out my door

It took me some time I must confess
For a while there I was feeling less than my best
Had get out of town so I headed out west
Ended up in Seattle

I thought I?d start a brand new band
Thought I might call it Lonelyland
Things got a little out of hand
Ended up hooked on heroin

So ended up moving back over to Germany
Living with the folks baggin' grocery
The time I had was mostly free
I spent most of it drinking

I got myself in a jam or two
Guess it's what I had to do
Late at night I?d still thinkin' you
Felt like I was drowning

I met this girl at a discotheque
She is a dancer, baby, but not what you'd expect
She taught ballet
And she was half-Czech, half Chinese

But after she decided not to have the baby
Said she might move back to the Mainland maybe
But then I didn't really care
I was half drunk, half crazy

Got arrested, but never convicted
Parents eventually had me evicted
Tried your number, it been disconnected
Guess I should've known

Heard you got married and you moved away
Called your folks but where they wouldn't say
Said it's probably better that way
So I just let it be

Moved back to Austin 'bout a year ago
Drive a school bus I don't drink no more
Go out every once in a while and see show
But mostly I just watch TV

So I don't know where I?m gonna send this letter
I doubt things are ever going to get much better
Seems like life's one big whatever
Anyway

Just thought I?d drop you a line
Lie and say I was doing fine
'Cause baby it's been a long, long time
Since you walked out my door

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Postmarked Birmingham - Lyrics - Blackhawk

Title: Postmarked Birmingham
Artist: Blackhawk
Composer(s): Phil Vassar, Don Sampson

Lyric:
Recognize the writing on the plain white envelope
I've wondered where she'd wind up before she called or wrote
Answer's in a circle through the word love on a stamp
Postmarked Birmingham

I'd bet on California 'cause her sister's in Bel Aire
Or I could see Seattle with her mom and dad up there
She never mentioned Alabama so I don't understand
Postmarked Birmingham

A two-page letter written on Ramada stationary dated April twenty-two
She asked me not to hate her said she's sorry
But leavin's what she felt she had to do

So the day she left, she made it two hundred miles south
Did she settle there, did she mail this note on her way out of town?
What chance is there to find her when the only clue I have
Is postmarked Birmingham

A two-page letter written on Ramada stationary dated April twenty-two
She asked me not to hate her said she's sorry
But leavin's what she felt she had to do

Every day down by the mailbox standin' on the curb, I check
The upper right hand corner every piece of mail I get
Hopin' there's that certain circle through the word 'love' on a stamp
Postmarked Birmingham, postmarked Birmingham

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Roun' The Globe (Collipark Remix) - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: Roun' The Globe (Collipark Remix)
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): William Hughes, Ronald Wilson, Vito Tisdale, Kenneth Anthony, Michael Flowers, Brian Scott, Melvin Adams

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Lyric:
Is the south side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the north side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the east side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the west side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)

This for my thugs baby and for the club baby
We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk
(Around the globe)
Atlanta, Alabama
(Country as hell!)
Kentucky, Carolina
(Country as hell!)
Miami, Tennessee
(Country as hell!)
Mississippi, New Jersey
(Country as hell!)

Yo, aw man, the grass done got greener on the other side of the fence
So I hopped my ass over to see if I was convinced
Fast-paced city life, but country livin's the sense
Man, I copped me a Caddy said, "To Hell wit' a Benz"
Benz, Benz, twenty-inch rims
I can't leave the verti-cal grill at the back of the ranch
Got a phat farm with cows and a whole lotta land
20 acres to my name son we ain't been there

Meanwhile up in the D where they holla it up though
Thugs blow weed in the park where the club close
In Milwaukee the beast is petro, off in DC the streets is ghetto
Let's roll to Cali where they chief the best 'dro
And drive cars so big you can't reach the pedals
Never had a glass of purple juice for breakfast
Until I took my ass to Houston, Teaxs

This for my thugs baby and for the club baby
We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk
(Around the globe)
New Orleans and D.C.
(Country as hell!)
Texas, Indiana
(Country as hell!)
Detroit, Chicago
(Country as hell!)
Cali, Ohio
(Country as hell!)

Copped a pair, they was sportin' jonesin'
New Orleans, went for the Cajun, winded up stayin'
Kentucky it was meth and Miami they was lacin' it
Rapped my ass of at N.Y.C. at the Bassment
Hit VA where they do nothin' but cook
Carolina, Indiana, Alabama, Savannah
Boston, Denver and all points between
Tennessee, Florida ain't nuthin' but blood for ya

Yo, yo, yo, now shake it, go'on sit back and let your hair blow
Spanish chicas waving hasta leugo, worldwide drop, weather's bueno
They say opposites attract, I'm a moreno
[Incomprehensible]
(So clear)
[Incomprehensible]
(My dear)
Shy girl all she wanted to do was fuck and cum
Top of the hill take a breath from her lungs
Country boys been over seas
Toppin' it off, London, Germany
(Nappy Roots, Ying Yang we keep it crunk baby)

This for my thugs baby and for the club baby
We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk
(Around the globe)
New York, Milwaukee
(Country as hell!)
Florida, St. Louis
(Country as hell!)
Finland, Minnesota
(Country as hell!)
Vegas, Seattle
(Country as hell!)

Now shake it go'on sit back and let your hair blow
Ladies make your hands clap up bueno
Now shake it go'on sit back and let your hair blow
Holla at ya boy, hasta leugo

Aight, first say a prayer for those in combat
Might can throw some'in' on a grill when you come back
Might can take a trip to the 'Ville
And in fact we can all get loose on the porch
And of course, hit Church Hill Downs, thow some in on a horse
Or we can hit dem St. Clair waters
You ain't seen country 'til you been through Georgia
Gotdern, they still got girls in perms
(Damn)
Big cars, big wheels is the biggest concern

In my old Kentucky home
I was born and raised on catfish and corn
Collard greens and fatbacks it's country 'an a mug
Don't care where you stay you got country in your blood
If you love and that's that
Circle the globe, met the poor and the paid
Now I know for a fact that
(We keep it crunk baby)

This for my thugs baby and for the club baby
We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk
(Around the globe)
Country as hell!
(Around the globe)
Country as hell!
(Around the globe)
Country as hell!
(Around the globe)
Country as hell!

Is the south side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the north side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the east side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the west side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)

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I Need - Lyrics - Blurring The Edges - Meredith Brooks

Title: I Need
Album: Blurring The Edges
Artist: Meredith Brooks
Composer(s): Shelly Peiken, Meredith Brooks

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Lyric:
I need some good luck, I need a best friend
I need a rough dog, I need a mountain
I need some new clothes a TV, a cause
A trip to Nirvana, the thrill of applause

I need a wet kiss, I need to confess
I need a vision, religion, the right to be silent
And then to be heard
A week on an island, a diet that works

I need a dose of the Bible
Another course of survival
Just talking 'bout the essentials
To make me feel alive

That's all I need
See how easy I am to please
That's all I need
See how easy I am

I need some money, more money and more time
A strong cup of coffee, a haircut, a lifeline
A stranger to trust me, my father to love me
Seattle, a sunburn, and lots of Todd Rundgren

I need a guitar
To do it on all fours
Cool friends, weekends and someone to die for

When I'm alone on my couch
Nothing can settle me down
I'm adding on to my list
It makes me feel alive

That's all I need
See how easy I am to please
That's all I need
See how easy I am, I am, I am

Yeah that's all I need

I need a guru, I need to chill
I need a Mercedes 280SL
Yeah that'll fix it I'll be complete
I need a, I need, I need a

That's all I need
See how easy I am to please
That's all I need
Maybe then I will be complete

That's all I need
I'm not asking for everything
That's all I need
See how easy I am, I am

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If You Can Do Anything Else - Lyrics - George Strait

Title: If You Can Do Anything Else
Artist: George Strait
Composer(s): Billy Livsey, Don Schlitz

Lyric:
Would you like to live in Houston
Where the cowboys come to town
Or maybe Pensacola
Where the sun shines all year 'round

Or even New York City
Where the city never sleeps
I'm offering you the option
Before you get in too deep

If you can do anything else
Baby, be good to yourself
You can find a nice place, have a good life
Don't worry 'bout me, I'm gonna be alright

You can make a new start
You can see yourself clear
If you can do anything else, do it
But if you can't, baby, you can you stay right here

There's work up in Seattle
If you don't mind the rain
San Diego to Savannah
They'd all be glad you came

But life with me would always be
A roller coaster ride
You won't hurt my feelings
Whatever you decide

If you can do anything else
Baby, be good to yourself
You can find a nice place, have a good life
Don't worry 'bout me, I'm gonna be alright

You can make a new start
You can see yourself clear
If you can do anything else, do it
But if you can't, baby, you can you stay right here

This place might look real good right now
But lookin' good don't last
But if you choose it, anyhow
I'll give you all I have

If you can do anything else
Baby, be good to yourself
You can find a nice place, have a good life
Don't worry 'bout me, I'm gonna be alright

You can make a new start
You can see yourself clear
If you can do anything else, do it
But if you can't, baby, you can you stay right here

Baby, you can you stay right here
Oh baby, you can you stay right here
Baby, you can you stay right here

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Faster Than The World - Lyrics - F.T.T.W. - H2o

Title: Faster Than The World
Album: F.T.T.W.
Artist: H2o
Composer(s): Russell Alan Pistachio, Toby Raymond Morse, Todd Morse, Todd Friend, Adam Blake

Lyric:
Look for us in Cali
East Bay to L.A.
Or with our friends in DC, U.S.A
We made it through the Canadian border
Back home next week in N.Y.C

Because we're faster than the world
We're faster than the world
We're faster than the world
We can't slow down

I hear the Windy City calling
"Chitown, Chitown"
As we arrive in Tokyo, edemio
And the kids are cool in Kansas
Tomorrow's the Philly Troc Show

Because we're faster than the world
We're faster than the world
We're faster than the world
We can't slow down

Faster than the world
We're faster than the world
We're faster than the world
We can't slow down

New York City
We can't slow down
East coast to the west coast
We can't slow down

Japan to Europe
We can't slow down
World wide hardcore punks
You can't slow down

What about Boston?
Atlanta, New Jersey
Texas, Ohio
Carolina, St. Louis
[Incomprehensible] Rhode Island

Wanna stop by
Pittsburgh, Connecticut
Detroit, Seattle
Well, Virginia too

The world will try to catch up
There's no way
When they think that this is a trend, never is
But we'll keep moving fast enough
And they'll never comprehend

Because we're faster than the world
We're faster than the world
We're faster than the world
We can't slow down

Faster than the world
We're faster than the world
We're faster than the world
We can't slow down

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The Movement - Lyrics - Kristyles - Krs One

Title: The Movement
Album: Kristyles
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): W Dewgarde, Kris Parker

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Lyric:
Where the real at?
Where the real at?
Yeah

Yo, where I come from gats bust for nothin'
Thugs, ministers, cops, teachers, all be hustlin'
Your family's the only one ya trustin'
Clubs be jumpin', redesigned cars be bumpin'

Now there's ranks supreme KRS is a free man
In hip hop culture
I'm like Allen Greenspan
I tell the culture what's hot and what's not

Now look who's on top and look whose shit just dropped
We ain't about sellin' records
We ain't music merchants
We emcees, we go straight to the club and hurt shit

New York, New Jers', Boston, come on
California, D.C., Baltimore, come on
Texas, Atlanta, New Orleans, come on
Philly to Chicago, Carolinas, come on

Memphis to Nashville, Colorado, come on
Detroit to Pittsburgh, Cincinnati, come on
Seattle to Miami, Arizona, come on
San Fran', Oakland, hip hop, come on

Down to the spot this is real hip hop
Join this movement them other cats steal a lot
You can feel the knowledge of self or feel this glock
I'm authentic, KRS I'm really hot

Yo, what up Fat Joe that's my nigga for life
Remember when Pun fell off the stage, right on my wife
In the Bronx, we all laugh about it today
What up Freddie Fox, 2 Glocks, Pik and Spay

Dr.Dre, all day, both of them
Dr.Dre with Ed Lover and the one with Eminem
This a movement, all over the world we reach
I can prove it, all over the world I teach

You hear that Dr.King, ?I have a dream?, speech a lot
But no where is it manifested but in hip hop
While them other cats be lookin' for a radio song
I'm in Washington Heights, puttin' them Dominicans on

You can feel it, I'm strong, I last longer lets do it
You want the real hip-hop well, join this movement
We ain't about sellin' records, we ain't music merchants
We emcees we go to the club and straight hurt shit

Utah, Minnesota, Mexico, come on
V.A., Arkansas, Portland, come on
Indiana, Oklahoma, Kansas, come on
East St.Louis, Milwaukee man, come on

Montreal, Toronto, Canada, come on
East Coast, West Coast, Dirty South, come on
Mid-West, Bible Belt, up-top, come on
Hip hop, come on
Hip hop, come on

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All Around The World - Lyrics - II - Boyz Ii Men

Title: All Around The World
Album: II
Artist: Boyz Ii Men
Composer(s): Glenn K Bolton, James Samuel Iii Harris, Terry Lewis, Michael S Mc Cary, Nathan B Morris, Wanya Jermaine Morris, Shawn Patrick Stockman

Lyric:
London, Paris, Monte Carlo, Germany and Rome
Different places, different faces, still it feels like home
China, Holland, Belgium, Rio, Africa, Japan
That's the way we live and we do the best we can

Here we go on another tour on the road again
Feelin' good, it's alright
Just enjoying ourselves
Come and take a flight with

Boyz II Men, back around the world
And we're comin' through your town
All we do is for you
'Cause you've always been there
And we appreciate you

Keisha, Kelly, Tonya, Stacy, Mica, and Lashaun
Kathy, Trina, Carla, Lisa, Cheri, and Diane
All these girls around the world are fly in every land
And it's hard to choose, but there's one for every man

Here we go on back in stride again
(On another tour)
Feelin' good, it's alright
Just enjoying ourselves
Come and take a ride with

Boyz II Men, back around the world
And we comin', we comin' through your town
All we do, we do it for you 'cause you've always been there
And we appreciate you

Houston, Phoenix, Carolina, Jersey, and the Keys
Denver, Boston, Mississippi, Georgia, Tennessee
Dallas, Cleveland, Cali, Philly, New York, and D.C.
That's the life we live, it's the only life for me

Here we go on the road again
Feelin' good, it's alright
Just enjoying ourselves
Come and take a flight with

Boyz II Men, back around the world
And we're comin' through your town
All we do, we do it for you
'Cause you've always been there
And we appreciate you

Houston, Phoenix, Carolina, Jersey, and the Keys
Denver, Boston, Mississippi, Georgia, Tennessee
Dallas, Cleveland, Cali, Philly, New York, and D.C.
All we do is for you
"Cause you've always been there
And we appreciate you

Vegas, Alabama, Hampton, Indiana too
Seattle, Kansas, Detroit, and Kalamazoo
Memphis, Milwaukee, Chicago, you know
All we do, we do it for you
'Cause you've always been there
And we appreciate you

Boyz II Men

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One Two Shit - Lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: One Two Shit
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Kamaal Fareed, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Trevor Smith, Malik Taylor

Lyric:
One, two, one, two
One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two

Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down
Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound
It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two

And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same
And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games
One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two

Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time
Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design
I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two

MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
The time is eternal when you play with the miser
Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser

The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint
Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point
Brothers need to come with better compositions
I write and recite to make good position

In this rap game here, we engineer
Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear
And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way
Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray

Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool
My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool
Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'
Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour

Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics
Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets
What you really need to do is just boogie your ass
It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last

Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control
Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll
Let the good times roll, let the good times roll
Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll

Question
Why is that MC's be wack
And major labels wanna sound like crap?
Aiyyo, funk dat

Word to life, I'm comin' rugged
'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love
If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it
Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it

Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap
How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?
The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style
It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild

So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing
I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing
Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle
I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle

Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar
Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana
We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty
Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati

So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man
An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself
'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else
See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt

Money on my mind so never mind a trick
New York is the town and the team is the Knicks
World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart
Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark
Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead
Never mind dat mon here come de dread

We comin' far, far, far
Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far
Ya know ya hear me Star
Bet your bottom dollah

Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow
Whether it be today or tomorrow
Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening
You beat them like they father

Oh, shit, check out what I saying
Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah
You know my niggaz don't be playing
Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time

I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes
To define, lyrical sensations
Black masons blowin' up the spot
Just to represent the Nations

Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes
Fat like a burger and fries
Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah
Go back to the country to go check my grand mama

Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings
Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings
As I carry on with my proceedings
Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings

But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place
I hope you find civilized every soul and every race
Sit, dog sit
Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit

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Tubes World Tour - Lyrics - Tubes

Title: Tubes World Tour
Artist: Tubes
Composer(s): R Steen, Waybill W Spooner

Lyric:
The girls got embarrassed
When we did our act in Paris
Same way that they did in L.A

And we really had a battle
When we did it in Seattle
Vancouver on the very next day

San Diego kept us busy
We got so dizzy
With the interviews and radio shows

The fans were no turkeys
When the Tubes played Albuquerque
Stood up and shouted and let us know

Bonjour, bonjour
The Tubes World Tour
A mighty important crusade

Tres chouette mi amore
The Tubes World Tour
We'll be leavin' as soon as we're paid

Well, they threw us in the slammer
When we did it in Miamer
(All over the world)
Mondo Bondage blew their mind

The kids were screamin' ?More?
In Baltimore
Thought they would never unwind
(All over the world)

Tried to rush Dr. Fee
In Washington D.C
(All over the world)
A.M.A didn't go for the chainsaw

Played Town Without Pity
Just for New York City
And Quay knocked 'em dead with his big guitar

Buongiorno ate
The Tubes World Touree
A mighty important crusade

Tres chouette mi amore
The Tubes World Tour
We'll be leavin' as soon as we're paid

Oh ho ho ho
Thank heaven for little girls
I love them, each and everyone, oh ho

Tres chouette mi amore
The Tubes World Tour
We'll be leavin' as soon as we're paid

All over the world
(All over the world)
All over the world
(All over the world)

All over the world
(All over the world)
On the Tubes World Tour
(All over the world)

All over the world
(All over the world)
All over the world
(All over the world)

All over the world
(All over the world)
On the T-T-T-Tubes World Tour
(All over the world)

All over the world
(All over the world)
All over the world
(All over the world)

All over the world
(All over the world)
On the Tubes World Tour

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Sticky - Lyrics - Pitbull

Title: Sticky
Artist: Pitbull
Composer(s): Armando Perez, Jonathan H Smith, Joseph Jones

Lyric:
Hey Lil? Jon, know we tell these boys
When they campin' out with the blunt, right?
We tell ?em puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
I said puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass

I smell that sticky icky, who got that sticky icky?
I got that sticky icky, icky, icky
I smell that sticky icky, who got that sticky icky?
I got that sticky icky, icky, icky

I smell that sticky, oh yeah
Who got that sticky? I do
I smell that sticky, oh yeah
Who got that sticky? Me too

I smell that sticky, oh yeah
Who got that sticky? I do
I smell that sticky, oh yeah
Who got that sticky? Me too

You know the drill, break it up, break it up
You know the drill, roll it up, roll it up
You know the drill, light it up, light it up
You know the drill, smoke it up, smoke it up

Now, puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
You fuckin? up the rotation, that thang there burnin? fast
This ain't a joke, stop playin?, I need to smoke
This thang can get dirty and I ain't talkin? ?bout sprinklin? coke

I need that sticky icky, that Miami crippy
That Washington high purple, watch out that thang will hurt you
I need that Cali chronic, damn, a Chico on it
Some of that Seattle supersonic will have you like Nevada want it fucked up

That?s right high as a kite
Now roll the next one and pass me the light
?Cause we ready for sure, ready to go
Ready to blow, let's roll

I smell that sticky icky, who got that sticky icky?
I got that sticky icky, icky, icky
I smell that sticky icky, who got that sticky icky?
I got that sticky icky, icky, icky

I smell that sticky, oh yeah
Who got that sticky? I do
I smell that sticky, oh yeah
Who got that sticky? Me too

I smell that sticky, oh yeah
Who got that sticky? I do
I smell that sticky, oh yeah
Who got that sticky? Me too

If thirty's the new twenty, Patron's the new Henney
Roll in a new Bentley, blowin? like two twenty
That ain't the price of the car, now that's a half ounce of piff, dawg
You gotta have a strong chest just to hit the raw

Or you'll be coughin? up a lung
Harlem, where we from so of course we gettin? drunk twisted
We hit the parties, poppin? bottles just for fun
Smokin? weed in your club, call the coppers, let ?em come

Miami, Trey O Five, we cop it out the bro house
A generator so the lights don't go out
A big profit in that greenery
We now stoppin? by the beach just for scenery

When here it's 45, up here it's 65
Meet you in Carolina, get it for 55
We got them pounds, nigga ?cause everyday we hustlin?
It's heavy cake and druggin? it, so heavyweight we smuggle it

I smell that sticky icky, who got that sticky icky?
I got that sticky icky, icky, icky
I smell that sticky icky, who got that sticky icky?
I got that sticky icky, icky, icky

I smell that sticky, oh yeah
Who got that sticky? I do
I smell that sticky, oh yeah
Who got that sticky? Me too

I smell that sticky, oh yeah
Who got that sticky? I do
I smell that sticky, oh yeah
Who got that sticky? Me too

Puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
I said puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
Puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
I said puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass

Puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
I said puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
Puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
I said puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass

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Galapagos - Lyrics - Kay Hanley

Title: Galapagos
Artist: Kay Hanley
Composer(s): Kay Hanley, Hanley Eisenstein

Lyric:
The mighty Badlands, South Dakota
I'm tired of sitting down, said goodbye to Seattle
It's 7 am now, will I be safe? I'm going home
Should I be scared that I don't know

There was a question in my heart
But I've forgotten what it was, it must have
Went the way of all the passing miles
And yesterday's coke buzz

There's no excuse at 29
To be so absurdly like a child

So, I can't stay up all night with you, the kick
Don't kick like it used to, I've made mistakes
Heaven knows but I'm scared of being alone
So, make this bad ride fly Galapagos

I watch it slip back to eastern standard
With Sioux Falls rollin' by
And it makes me tired how I make you tired
It seems most all the time

You've seen the ocean and truth
And I won't be of any use to you

And you'll want back your old guitar
And you'll want back your brand new start
I wont deny nor oppose
That I'm scared to be alone

So, I can't stay up all night with you, the kick
Don't kick like it used to, I've made mistakes
Heaven knows but I'm scared of being alone
So, make this bad ride fly Galapagos

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