She'S Too Tough - Lyrics - Retro Active - Def Leppard

Title: She'S Too Tough
Album: Retro Active
Artist: Def Leppard
Composer(s): Richard Allen, Phil Collen, Steve Clark, Joe Elliott, Rick Savage

Lyric:
Black stockings and a high-heeled dress
Good-looking but her face is a mess
She's no angel, oh, no

Love loaded, she's got plenty to spare
She'll pull your trigger if only you dare
She's no angel, oh, no

She's too tough
Can't help it, she just can't help it
She's too tough
Can't help it, she just can't help it

Hands off, well, it's Catch-22
You can't touch if she can't have you
She's no angel, oh, no

Whiplash give you six of the best
And lay back, let her mind do the rest
She's no angel, oh, no

She's too tough
Can't help it, she just can't help it
She's too tough
Can't help it, she just can't help it

She's too tough
Can't help it, she just can't help it
She's too tough
Can't help it, she just can't help it

She's too tough
Can't help it, she just can't help it
She's too tough
Can't help it, she just can't help it

She's too tough
Can't help it, she just can't help it
She's too tough

She's too tough
Can't help it, she just can't help it
She's too tough
Can't help it, she just can't help it

She's too tough
Can't help it, she just can't help it
She's too tough
Can't help it, she just can't help it
She's too tough

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She'S Tough - Lyrics - Chris Ledoux

Title: She'S Tough
Artist: Chris Ledoux
Composer(s): Mark Irwin, Joe Collins, Richard Fagen

Lyric:
Well, I was lookin' for just a little bit more
Than just another pretty face
Someone who would be strong and true
If trouble ever came my way

Too many times, I've been left behind
When my back was up against the wall
But now I found someone who ain't gonna run
No matter how the dice may fall

She's tough enough to stand by me
When it all comes tumblin' down
She's tough enough to steady me
When I'm walkin' on shaky ground

When it comes to tenderness
Buddy, that's when she's at her best
When the goin' gets rough, she's tough

Well, she's soft and sweet and she's good to me
Even when times are bad
She picks me up with a gentle touch
Anytime I'm feelin' sad

Don't you know I'll never let her go
'Cause she makes it so plain to see
When love is real, it's strong as steel
And hers is all I'll ever need

She's tough enough to stand by me
When it all comes tumblin' down
She's tough enough to steady me
When I'm walkin' on shaky ground

When it comes to tenderness
Buddy, that's when she's at her best
When the goin' gets rough, she's tough

And I'm so glad that I'm her man
'Cause when the you know what starts to hit the fan

She's tough enough to stand by me
When it all comes tumblin' down
She's tough enough to steady me
When I'm walkin' on shaky ground

When it comes to tenderness
Buddy, that's when she's at her best
When the goin' gets rough

She's tough enough to stand by me
When it all comes tumblin' down
She's tough enough to steady me
When I'm walkin' on shaky ground

When it comes to tenderness
Buddy, that's when she's at her best
When the goin' gets rough

She's tough enough to stand by me
When it all comes tumblin' down

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Don'T Stop Rappin' - Lyrics - Can't Stay Away - Too $Hort

Title: Don'T Stop Rappin'
Album: Can't Stay Away
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): Marlon Goodwin, Tristan Jones, Todd Shaw, Premro Smith

Lyric:
Don't stop, don't stop that rap
Too Short, and I don't stop rappin'

Just don't stop
Too Short, I don't stop rappin'
Don't stop that rap

Well I'm Sir Too Short, the true MC
Fresh again with the brand new beat
The big bank roller, I know what's happening
I get on the mic and I don't stop rappin'

Don't stop, don't stop that rap
Too Short, I don't stop rappin'

My rap don't stop, you know it can't
I get on the mic and I make big bank
Unlike some rappers that I know
Trying to get no, but that don't go

I'm that rapper, Sir Too Short
I know you've heard my name before
And if you haven't, now you have
Sir Too Short, don't stop that rap

Don't stop, I don't stop rappin
Too Short, don't stop that rap

I'm so rough so tough, when I talk my stuff
I don't stop rappin' 'cause, I'm too tough
Telling you rappers what it's all about
Most MC's are played out

But not Too Short, I'm the best
You know Too Short is so so fresh
If that's not short, your mind is snapping
The best is fresh 'cause, I don't stop rappin'

Don't stop, don't stop rappin'
Too Short, I don't stop rappin'

I'm Sir Too Short, the rapping man
I'm a cold MC and I know I am
I'm the big time rapper from East Oakland
Into music and making fans

I love young ladies who love my rhymes
'Cause what they say is right on time
The only MC with fresh hits
It's Sir Too Short, he never quits

That's so so true, what they say
I hear those words every day
'Cause I'm an MC rapper, who gives you more
The big time rapper, Sir Too Short

Don't stop, don't stop rappin'
Too Short, I don't stop rappin

Why do rappers rap like me?
Because I rap originally
I never ever will, sing your rap
I'll leave it to you and it's just like that

I sing my rap and I know you like
The way Sir Too Short rocks the mic
The sucker MC's don't even front
Even though Too Short is what they want

'Cause what I say is well prepared
I look at a rapper and I make him scared
Scared to battle, the cold cold capper
I'll even be part on a female rapper

Don't stop, don't stop rappin'
Too Short, I don't stop rappin'

California and a superstar
That what it is, that's what I see
California life was made for me

Born and raised in the golden state
MC rapper and you know I'm great
Just cooling out, acting shy
I got my mic and my rap won't stop

Don't stop, don't stop rappin'
Too Short, don't stop that rap

I met a freak named Jiggle G
Took her on a date and spent one penny
She bought me dinner, I bought her gum
Took her to my house to have some fun

I said, "Jiggle G, you're so fresh
You look so fine with your big big breasts"
I spit my game to her so tough
Sir Too Short was coming up

I did just what I wanted to
But when I finished, what did I do?
I took her home, real real fast
I charged her up for wasted gas

I knew just what she had to say
Let's get together on our next pay day
'Cause like I said, I know what's happening
And you know too, 'cause I don't stop rappin'

Don't stop, don't stop rappin'
Sir Too Short, spit that rap

Oh yes baby, I'm the most
Sir Too Short from the West Coast
My rap don't stop, it never could
I'm known all in your neighborhood

As an MC rapper, right on time
Sucker MC's don't sing my rhymes
'Cause if they do, I'll be slapping
Sucker MC's, 'cause I'm all about rappin'

Don't stop, I don't stop rappin'
Too Short, don't stop that rap

MC rappers, from the O
You talk about Short, but you don't know
If you rap original
I might kick back and watch your show

But if I did, what would I see?
A so fake and imitating sucka MC
In my face trying to rap like me
But none of you suckas can rock that beat

'Cause you stand there looking like a sap
And in your rap, I hear my rap
The sucka MC must want my fame
'Cause he didn't stop rappin' till he heard my name

Don't stop, I don't stop rappin'
Too Short, don't stop that rap

I'm Sir Too Short on the mic
Gonna tell ya what kind of girls Too Short likes
I like those girls that are real real fine
Thick young tenders, yours and mine

It's not all about getting that steak
'Cause what is a girl without a lot of bank?
A bump and a grind and she's on her knees
The way it is now, you might catch a disease

Don't stop, don't stop that rap
Sir Too Short, don't stop that rap

I don't stop rappin', just don't stop
Don't stop rappin', don't stop, don't stop
Too Short, so fresh
I'll show you how the game comes from the west

'Cause you never ever knew that it was going on
Till a brother like me put it in a song
And I'm always fresh, never the same
Just don't stop that fishes game

Don't stop, don't stop that rap
Too Short, don't stop that rap

I'm Sir Too Short, I'm that MC
Fresh again, with the beat
I'm the big bank roller, I know what's happening
I get on the mic and I don't stop rapping

Don't stop, I don't stop rapping
Too Short, don't stop that rap
Don't stop rapping, don't stop that rap

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So Tough - Lyrics - Slits

Title: So Tough
Artist: Slits
Composer(s): Viviane Katrin Albertine, Paloma Romero Mc Lardy, Tessa Pollitt, Ariane Forster

Lyric:
He had fun experience
Nothing he does ever makes sense
He is only curious
Don't take it serious

(So tough)
You can't take anymore now you're getting weak
(So tough)
Don't start playing hide and seek

(So hard)
Why do you think he got like that?
(So hard)
Don't think about it much 'cause it's just a rut

You had fun on experience
Nothing he does ever makes sense
He is only curious
Don't take it serious

(So strong)
They say you're acting like a star
(So strong)
They say not every thing's wonder bar

(Too long)
You want money, girls urgently
(Too long)
Too much, too soon you wait and see

(Too much)
You hang around her 'cause she's a good mate
(Too much)
Milkshakes and cherry cheesecake

(Too fast)
They want to stop you having kicks
(Slow down)
Don't fuck things up by getting sick again

You had fun on experience
Nothing he does ever makes sense
He is only curious
Don't take it serious

(So tough)
You can't take anymore, now you're getting weak
(So tough)
Don't start playing hide and seek

(So hard)
Why do you think he got like that?
(So hard)v
Don't think about it much 'cause it's just a rut

You had fun experience
Nothing he does ever makes sense
He is only curious
Don't take it serious

(So tough)
You can't take anymore, now you're getting weak
(So tough)
You can't take anymore, now you're getting weak

(So tough)
Don't take it serious
Don't take it serious
Don't take it serious

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He Can'T Quit Her - Lyrics - Tough All Over - Gary Allan

Title: He Can'T Quit Her
Album: Tough All Over
Artist: Gary Allan
Composer(s): Casey Beathard, Ed M. Hill

Lyric:
She was cool, she was hot
She was smokin' a lot at the end of the bar
She had more than one
Too many buttons undone on that blouse she wore

Starin' too long at her
Lost in that Skynyrd song was his first mistake
And when she shot him that
'Boy, you don't want none of this' look, it was way too late

She's like a needle to a junky
She's like whiskey to a drunk
She's like poker to a gambler
She's like a bullet in a gun

She's in his blood, he can't explain the rush
When he gets with her
Might be the death of him
But he's addicted, man, he can't quit her

Well, she'd come to his house
And he'd tell her she belonged just with him
She'd get up and she'd get dressed,
Take five hundred, no less and then leave again

He said, "Baby, I'll take care of you
Can't stand the thought of sharin' you with them other guys"
She laughed and said, "Well, maybe you shouldn't call me
No more then, baby" and he didn't, that first night

She's like a needle to a junky
She's like whiskey to a drunk
She's like poker to a gambler
She's like a bullet in a gun

She's in his blood, he can't explain the rush
When he gets with her
Might be the death of him
But he's addicted, man, he can't quit her

She's in his blood, he can't explain the rush
When he gets with her
Might be the death of him
But he's addicted, man, he can't quit her

She was cool, she was hot
She was walkin' 'cross the parkin' lot with some other guy
Well, he was jealous, he was jonsin'
And he wound up on the wrong end of a forty-five

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Lonely, Needin' Lovin' - Lyrics - I Will Stand - Kenny Chesney

Title: Lonely, Needin' Lovin'
Album: I Will Stand
Artist: Kenny Chesney
Composer(s): Donny Kees, Kenny Chesney, Buddy Brock

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Lyric:
She comes in every morning at nine and sits down at her desk
Smiles and says hello to everybody and tries to do her best
To act like nothing's wrong and nothing's missin' in her life
But her eyes tell a story that her smile can't disguise

She's got that needin' somebody, wantin' somebody who
Will treat her like somebody for once in her life
She's lonely for love, is that asking too much
For someone to treat her right
She's got that lonely, needin' lovin', wantin' somebody look in her eyes

Sometimes I wanna walk on over and tell her I can help
'Cause I know losing a love is tough, I've been there myself
You still feel the pain long after all the tears have dried
And it's so hard to cover up the hurt you feel inside

She's got that needin' somebody, wantin' somebody who
Will treat her like somebody for once in her life
She's lonely for love, is that asking too much
For someone to treat her right
She's got that lonely, needin' lovin', wantin' somebody look in her eyes

Well, I wish I could hold her right now
And take her in my arms and show her
Love can still be found

She's got that needin' somebody, wantin' somebody who
Will treat her like somebody for once in her life
She's lonely for love, is that asking too much
For someone to treat her right
She's got that lonely, needin' lovin', wantin' somebody look in her eyes
She's got that lonely, needin' lovin', wantin' somebody look in her eyes

Somebody look in her eyes
Lonely, needin' lovin', wantin' somebody look in her eyes

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2 Far (Featwiley) - Lyrics - Boy in Da Corner - Dizzee Rascal

Title: 2 Far (Featwiley)
Album: Boy in Da Corner
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Richard Cowie, Dylan Mills

Lyric:
You really don't have to do this
Why do people jus ask for things
When they don't really want it
They should just shut up

Uh uh uh uh
(What?)
Uh uh
(I'm your fitness instructor)
Uh uh uh uh
(I jus wanna make my money)
(You make yours)

Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
(It's time for some exercise)
Uh uh uh
(What)
Uh uh uh uh
(Make money or shut up)
Uh uh uh uh uh

Yo, I don't promote no violence but
If that boy gets arrogant O
Leave that boy in the basement so
Done with the bat get up jus walk
I'm not a female beater but
If that girl gets facety O
Slap that girl all hasty cos
She might be buff but she's not ruff

I can't believe I'm hearing that
boy thinks I'm not dangerous
Let me draw his girlfriend home
Cut no slack she'll never go back
Marriage, love, wife please
All that talk is stupid plus
I don't believe in cupid cos
Sometimes mo times everyone two times

Who do they think they are
You push me too far
Look, I don't care who you are
No I'm a super, superstar
Who do they think they are
You push me too far
Look, I don't care who you are
No

Yo, yo, I don't obey no policemen
Cos they forget they're human, uh
Get excited quickly but
He ain't got a gun I'll kick him and run

Don't talk to me about roaming cos
Queen Elizabeth don't know me so
How can she control me when
I live street and she lives neat
I love raising conscience but

There's jus too much violence
I can't stand no nonsense
Book me, watch me, hear me, pay me
I've been far too friendly now
Everybody wants a favor but
I'm not no ones savior cos
Where was you when I was blue?

Who do they think they are
You push me too far
Look, I don't care who you are
No I'm a super, superstar
Who do they think they are
You push me too far
Look, I don't care who you are
No

Yo, talk in the mike I'll talk neat
Talk to your wife I'll talk sweet
Talkin tough I'll talk wid my feet
Rascals raw like red meat
Talk act talk rough
Talk sexy talk buff
Certain girls talk rough
Talk anything, anywhere, any stuff

Yeah, we got style, we'll get cash
Yeah, we got style, we'll make cash
Certain man talk trash
Act funny act flash
Bring your bora, bring your mash
Get banged, get bashed
We don't care who they are, where they are
If they wanna bring the beef we ain't far

Who do they think they are
You push me too far
Look, I don't care who you are
No I'm a super, superstar
Who do they think they are
You push me too far
Look, I don't care who you are
No

I was hot steppin' in my Nike M sneaker
You didn't know I was an MC beater, defeater
Giving the MC a sleeper
I'm in to win fairly I'm not a cheater
I'm starving, hungry ready to eat her
Your drinks sweet but my drinks sweeter though
I'm getting stronger bro your getting weaker bro
I came straight from the gutter lay low

I'm a Ninja Turtle you can't step into my circle
In a sound flash I will hurt you
Paper, Astor, Liverpool
Anyone wanna make paper
They put they're face on the floor and chew

That's what a want, I wanna true ting
A double bed fling with a true ting
Wiley, Rascal that's the bum ting
Gyal wanna bang on my bed
No long ting

Who do they think they are
You push me too far
Look, I don't care who you are
No I'm a super, superstar
Who do they think they are
You push me too far
Look, I don't care who you are
No

Who do they think they are
You push me too far
Look, I don't care who you are
No I'm a super, superstar
Who do they think they are
You push me too far
Look, I don't care who you are
No

Shutup!
No one can't say nothing ever
I'm your fitness instructor

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She'S My Baby - Lyrics - The Rocket Summer

Title: She'S My Baby
Artist: The Rocket Summer
Composer(s): Stephen Bryce Avary

Lyric:
Work's been rough, hear too much stuff like
They don't get it so tough
It's like I haven't heard that enough
Better luck next month

Here's how it sounds to be let down
After going round and round
You just step back and think, wow
I guess it's actually a silent sound

But then there's she
And she's my baby
She's so good to me
She's my baby

Becoming lost is where I am at, so much time has passed
And I'm stuck trying to relive the past when I can't go back
Will somebody just save me?
'Cause I'm growing up so fast, and yeah it ain't really a blast

Because I just dusted off some records that I bought at fourteen
Then I busted into tears 'cause I didn't believe
The melodies and memories
'Cause then I see the fallen dreams

But then there's she
And she's my baby
She's so good to me
Oh, she's my baby

Yes you are, yes you are, yes you are, yes you are
She's my baby
She's so good to me
Oh, she's my baby

Yeah, you mean everything
You mean everything to me

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When A Man扴 In Love - Lyrics - Rod Stewart

Title: When A Man扴 In Love
Artist: Rod Stewart
Composer(s): Jeff Golub, Rod Stewart, Charles Kentis, Carmine Rojas

Lyric:
He wakes up in the mornin'
Like a newborn baby
The message on the machine says
"You're driving me crazy
His feet don't touch the ground
He can hardly wait to see her tonight, oh yeah

Every new song on the radio
Reminds him of her
He says hello to strangers
And he's singing in the shower
The sign in his eyes says
This guy's got a problem so nice so nice

She don't know what she's doing to him
Everyday's like Christmas, it sure ain't a dream

When a man's in love, when a man's in love
He'll fight like a tiger, fly like a dove when a man's in love

He's early on the job
And all his friends begin to sense
His attitude has changed
He's serene and contented
His feet don't touch the ground
He can hardly wait to see her tonight, oh yeah

And he calls her on the telephone
About a dozen times an hour
She's flattered by the avalanche
Of attention and flowers
He tells all his buddies, "Boys
I've finally found someone for me, oh yeah"

She don't know what she's doing to him
Everyday's like Christmas, it sure ain't a dream

When a man's in love, when a man's in love
Ain't nothin' too hard or too tough when a man's in love

When a man's in love, when a man's in love
He'll fight like a tiger, fly like a dove when a man's in love, oh yeah

When a man's in love

She dominates his every thought
And dream and conversation
He talks about her constantly
With an air of jubilation
There ain't nothin' in the world
He wouldn't do to make her little face smile, oh yeah

But oh don't it make you want to smile and dance
May God bless us all with a little romance

When a man's in love, when a man's in love
She's in his heart and runnin' through his blood, when a man's in love

When a man's in love, when a man's in love
He'll fight like a tiger, fly like a dove when a man's in love

When a man's in love, when a man's in love
There ain't nothing he can't do
When a man's in love, when a man's in love
Oh yeah, when a man's in love, a man's in love
When a man's in love

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Ain'T Nothin' But A Word To Me - Lyrics - Short Dog's In The House - Too $Hort

Title: Ain'T Nothin' But A Word To Me
Album: Short Dog's In The House
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): O'Shea Jackson, Todd Anthony Shaw, Anthony Wheaton

Lyric:
Now take my bitch, she won't complain about shit
Because she's my hoe, she don't belong to a trick
So when you fuck her and give her all your cash
I get paid or put my foot in her ass
I won't marry the bitch, and give her half
I get more head and then I laugh at the one bitch shit
I got a gang of hoes
I get, freak, ass, lick, these balls and toes

Now stupid little bitches get tossed
If they don't realize I'm the motherfucking boss
Come on down and get your ass pinched
And if you talk shit, get your ass lynched
'Cause I'm the B, the I, the T, the C, the H
The K, the I, the L, the L, the A
Ice Cube, a nigga that's bigga than a nut
'Cause a bitch is a bitch is a hoe is a slut

You say how can I call a women a bitch?
It ain't nothing but a word like shit
Ain't no slippin' in my motherfucking pimping
And all bitches ain't women
You come home and get smooth cussed out
You gotta a bitch with a foul ass mouth
Scared to tripp her with a left hook
You'z a bitch in my book, bitch

My nigga Jinx made the mix
So punk ass motherfucking bitches get the 86
I keep hoes on five
(Yeah bitch)
'Cause I'm fucking more pussy than the law allow
With my boy Too $hort
See, he quick to grab a bitch by the throat
And slam her ass, cram her ass, with a fat dick
'Cause she's a trick bitch

I like fat bitches and I like 'em slim
I'll take a fat bitch and stick my dick right in, her big fat ass
She'll make me cum again
I'm mack daddy bitch, fuck her friend
I saw your homegirl, she said whats up with us
I said nothing, fucked her on a tour bus
She got it good too, dicked down on the floor
The bitch was fine, but the pussy ain't good as yours

She a straggler, struggler, straight salome smuggler
Everytime I see the bitch, she's looking uglier
And if you got a trick ass on your left
Sitting there with dick on her breath
Last night she sucked my dick, now she's kissing little man
Won't even suck my dick, unless cut out the middle man
And if you have never heard of me you'z a bitch
It ain't but a word to me

I'll stop calling ya, beyotch
Man, fuck these hoes man, ya know
Nappy ass bitch ass tramp ass sluty ass hoe
I'll stop calling ya, beyotch

I go hard on a bitch, fuck respect for ya men
I get my way with a bitch, when I act like a pimp
Always carrying bank, but I fooled the bitch
'Cause all she ever got was to druel on my dick
Ice Cube will slap a hoe for the fuck of it
Just like me and that's some real shit
Bitch got bold with her loud ass mouth
Tough ass bitch got knocked out

You know a bitch ain't nuthin' but a word to me
Some of you punks are just scared to see
If you could call that bitch a bitch you would
And if you can't, you probably should
I'm spitting game to you mark ass lames
On how how to get a bitch and treat the bitch like shit
You can't buy love, all pimps know that
It's all about the way old Short Dogg macks

Don't hold the bitch hand or walk side by side
Go first class everytime you fly
She'll go Greyhound and just meet you there
I'm just an ice cold hard ass Oakland player
You want to tongue kiss bitch, it figures
I introduce you to my homeboy Richard
Also known by his nickname Dick
Now let's tongue kiss bitch

I like big butts so let it be known to the public
I bust a rap or two and the bitches love it
I'm only out for one thing so hate me
I ain't the one so don't try to fade me
I don't wear too much gold because it's tacky
I bust a Raider hat T-Shirt and Khakis
See a lot of hoes in freaky clothes everyday
So I talk to 'em in any ol can I way

See a bitch need a nigga to coach 'em
So I grab my dick and smoothly approach 'em
I say hi and I'm really kind of pitched
If they ignore me then I say, "Yo freak bitch"
Give up the number hardly, we'll have a slumber party
You see I'll fuck you to death and then I'll dump the body
'Cause I'm a nigga that's bigga than crew or a gang
And when it comes to bitches I'm out for only one thang
Yo bitch ain't nothing but a word to me, $hort

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Boys Cry Tough - Lyrics - Holy Water - Bad Company

Title: Boys Cry Tough
Album: Holy Water
Artist: Bad Company
Composer(s): Brian Anthony Howe, Terence James Thomas

Lyric:
Bobby's going out tonight, looking for trouble
Everybody likes to fight sometimes
Heading south on 41, straight for the action
Meeting the boys at the county line

He kicks it into overdrive, really puts that pedal down
Feels so good to be alive, he's had enough of being pushed around

Bobby and the boys walk in, the heads start turning
They don't like no strangers in this place, no no
Everybody's acting tough, words get spoken
And someone pulls a knife in Bobby's face

He turns away but it's too late, he's gotta face them on his own
Left him there to meet his fate, Bobby's never going home

Boys cry tough, boys fight dirty
Life gets rough, when you're living on a fine line

Mary's waiting home tonight, she's dreaming of church bells
Bobby says the day is getting near
Mary hears the doorbell ring, the blue lights are flashing
At 2 a.m. her dreams all disappear

Mary's world is turning upside down, she's been left here on her own
Her world is spinning 'round and 'round, Bobby's never coming home

Boys cry tough, boys fight dirty
Life gets rough, when you're living on a fine line

He said that soon their lives would be as one
Looks like you're gonna be the lonely one
Maybe in a year or two, she'll find someone of her own
Mary don't you wait around, Bobby's never coming home

Boys cry tough, boys fight dirty
Life gets rough, when you're living on a fine line

Boys cry tough, boys fight dirty
Life gets rough, when you're living on a fine line

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Girl Is Mine - Lyrics - J.E. Heartbreak - Jagged Edge

Title: Girl Is Mine
Album: J.E. Heartbreak
Artist: Jagged Edge
Composer(s): Bryan Michael Paul Cox, Jeffrey Atkins, Brian Casey, Jermaine Dupri, Kit Walker, Brandon Casey

Lyric:
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, see, I'm sick of all these
No game having, gold chain wearing
Last year clothes wearing that keep sweating me
They bitch want me, it ain't my fault nigga

You need to stop calling my house
We ain't got nothing to be talking about
It might be tough to swallow but that's how it be
'Cause nigga your bitch chose me fellas

The girl is mine, can't you see
Know the game 'cause your bitch chose me

Somebody please tell me how
How's that everybody knew
The rules to how we get down?
Now he wanna act a fool now, I'm the first to say

She gotta man, gotta leave her long gone, run away
But still she wants her way
It ain't my fault
It ain't my fault she chose me

You need to stop calling my house
He ain't got nothing to be talking about
It might be tough to swallow but that's how it be
'Cause nigga your bitch chose me fellas

The girl is mine, can't you see
Know the game 'cause your bitch chose me
The girl is mine

Mad dude, but your attitude needs to halt
'Cause ooh it ain't my fault
It might be tough to swallow, that's how it be
And you know the game, your bitch chose me

The girl is mine, can't you see
Know the game 'cause your bitch chose me

Many girls go around, actin' like they got nobody
You better find one that you know stays down
One who's eyes ain't wandering
If her eyes fall on me then I know she's coming
Better find one who wants to be with you, oh

Girl it's really too bad for you, says he'd rather wrestle you
Baby you should let him know, baby you wanna try me
J E maybe we'll be together for eternity
Reside till I be happy, till I be happy, happy

Ja's flow so hot, niggaz don't wanna be near me
When the bomb drops and I
Knew niggaz would fear me from the time I spit on wax
Niggaz was leery like who the fuck is this cat?

Ja baby, understand that, Rule one, second to none
When y'all bitches start strutting I hit it and run
'Cause I'm destined to cum on your tongue while we sexing
Like Lubricant, Ruff Ryde with the X-man

You, we hollering, it could all be this simple
Know what? I'm gonna kiss you, 'cause daddy gonna miss ya
Now that's love when a nigga not wanna pimp on a hoe
But sometimes this love shit is claustrophob

And I love thy, love to send you hoes the money
Love bitches with attitude, a hundred miles of running
New York thugs, and my niggaz is pimps too
And your bitch chose me before they chose you nigga

You need to stop calling my house
We ain't got nothing to be talking about
It might be tough to swallow but that's how it be
'Cause nigga your bitch chose me fellas

The girl is mine, can't you see
Know the game 'cause your bitch chose me
The girl is mine

Mad dude, but your attitude needs to halt
'Cause ooh it ain't my fault
It might be tough to swallow, that's how it be
And you know the game, your bitch chose me

The girl is mine, can't you see
Know the game 'cause your bitch chose me
The girl is mine

You need to stop calling my house
We ain't got nothing to be talking about
It might be tough to swallow but that's how it be
'Cause nigga your bitch chose me fellas

The girl is mine, can't you see
Know the game 'cause your bitch chose me
The girl is mine

Mad dude, but your attitude needs to halt
'Cause ooh it ain't my fault
It might be tough to swallow, that's how it be
And you know the game, your bitch chose me

The girl is mine, can't you see
Know the game 'cause your bitch chose me

Yo, yo, yo
We're here to make y'all rock
We're here to make y'all rock
We're here to make y'all rock
This shit it's nothing

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Preschool Prostitute - Lyrics - Carnival Of Chaos - Gwar

Title: Preschool Prostitute
Album: Carnival Of Chaos
Artist: Gwar
Composer(s): Kevin Bonner, David E Brockie, Michael R Derks, Don H Drakulich, Bob Gorman, Hunter P Jackson, Scott A Krahl, Peter A Lee, Matt Maguire, David M Musel, Casey D Orr, Bradley Dunbar Roberts, Danielle Stamp, Charles J Varga

Lyric:
Pre-skool prostitute
Pre-skool prostitute
Pre-skool prostitute
Pre-skool prostitute
Pre-skool prostitute

I saw a friend just the other day
He didn't have too much to say
He looked crazy, he looked insane
He couldn't talk because his tongue was in flames

And then he tried to run away
From some chick that was coming this way
I think I thought I knew who she was
Just a little junkie whore that's a big ugly scuz

I didn't have to go too far
Flashed twenty bucks and she got in the car
Tried to talk to her but she called me a fool
I tried to give her money, put her family through school

'Cause she's a real tough mama when she wear's women's clothes
Everybody knows she she's got a bone through her nose
She's really hot, [Incomprehensible]
But when she gets home, he's daddy's all over her twat

Pre-skool prostitute
All the drugs that you can shoot
Oh, pre-skool prostitute
Oh, slave to the brute

I finally gave up, let her do what she please
Wouldn't have sex with her 'cause I got a disease
But she told a sad story 'bout a family in woe
She was getting fingered by her Daddy's big toe

He was the first, it was the worst
She came in a Limo and she left in a hearse
She got to five, she's still alive
Better call the bug man 'cause your twat is a hive

Oh, pre-skool prostitute
And oh, all the drugs that you can shoot
Oh, [Incomprehensible]
Pre-skool, pre-skool, pre-skool

Tried to talk to her but she called me a fool
I tried to give her money, put her family through school
She's a real tough mama when she wear's women's clothes
Everybody knows she's got a bone through her nose

You're barely out of diapers and you're wearing a wig
You might be a baby but you smell like a pig
You became five, you're still alive
Call the bugman 'cause your twat is a hive

Your naughty nanny
Your grumpy granny
A rusty tire iron hanging out your fanny
Oh, you little English schoolgirl, you

Vengeance is mine
Pre-skool prostitute
Vengeance is mine
Pre-skool prostitute

Vengeance is mine
Pre-skool prostitute
Vengeance is mine

Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine
Pre-skool prostitute
Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine

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Tell Me A Story - Lyrics - New Values - Iggy Pop

Title: Tell Me A Story
Album: New Values
Artist: Iggy Pop
Composer(s): James Osterberg

Lyric:
What must I do to take a holiday?
Show me a bill that they can make me pay, ha
Tell me a story and maybe I'll believe it

Me, I'm just a lucky guy
I'm young and free, too hard to cry

Lorna from my school she's twenty one
She's good looking and a married girl so
Tell me a story, hey man, I ain't complaining

Me, I'm just a lucky guy
I'm young and hard, too tough to cry

Standin' in a show, the lights ain't low
They're shinin' down on me
I like, I like it, just like I like I like it
I'm takin' like I find it

What did they do to chill the joy away?
What did they do to say you had to pay
And pay and pay and tell me stories
You know I never can believe them, never

Me, I'm just a lucky guy
I'm young and free, too dumb to cry

What must I do to take a holiday?
Show me a bill that they can make me pay, ha
Tell me a story and maybe I'll believe it

Me, I'm just a lucky guy
I'm young and free, too hard to cry

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Dream Street - Lyrics - Dream Street - Janet Jackson

Title: Dream Street
Album: Dream Street
Artist: Janet Jackson
Composer(s): Arthur Barrow, Pete Bellotte, Phil Shenale

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Lyric:
And a bus comes in on the Hollywood freeway in the dark
A face catches sight of home, though at this spirited town
Such a beating of the heart and a hope deep down inside
They say the streets are paved with gold
But it sure looks kind of cold outside

Steppin' on the sidewalk with the stars beneath her feet
Just a handful of tourists, is all she's bound to meet
So tough to find a room and it takes more than a day
And it's not too nice and the price is high
Somehow she can't help but cry

In a world full of fantasies, reality can hurt
It's about the fiction, the odds won't go with her on

Dream street, dream street
Will it all come true? Will it all just fade away?
Dream street, dream street
Well, it's hard to find and it won't let hope escape from dream street

A year goes by and the situation she can't stand
Came to be an actress, but a waitress is all she lands
Her colleague smiles at her, through the wrinkles of her face
She came here too, with the self same goals
She never got out of this place

She makes her mind up, she's gonna leave that very night
It's been so long now since she's felt that good inside
She calls the service line, there's a message in there for her
She's gotta star in a movie part, suddenly it's all worthwhile

Oh, a little bit closer now, but really still too far
Is it always out of reach, that bright and shiny star of

Dream street, dream street
Will it all come true? Will it all just fade away?
Dream street, dream street
Well, it's hard to find and it won't let hope escape from dream street

Dream street, dream street
Will it all come true? Will it all just fade away?
Dream street, dream street
Well, it's hard to find and it won't let hope escape

Dream street, dream street
Will it all come true? Will it all just fade away?
Dream street, dream street
Well, it's hard to find and it won't let hope escape

Dream street, dream street
Will it all come true? Will it all just fade away
Dream street, dream street
Well, it's hard to find and it won't let hope escape
Dream street, dream street

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99 Biker Friends - Lyrics - Great Burrito Extortion Case - Bowling For Soup

Title: 99 Biker Friends
Album: Great Burrito Extortion Case
Artist: Bowling For Soup
Composer(s): Zac Maloy, Jaret Reddick

Lyric:
Such a big man, such a little chick
I think it all goes back to your tiny
Pick-up truck in the driveway
With a sticker on the window
'Rest in Peace Number 3'

Tell all your friends
How you put her in her place
7 pounds of makeup
Just to hide her beat-up face
Such a pretty face

It takes a tough man to slap her around
Such a bad guy to keep such a good girl down
She's wearing shades but we all see
Behind the tinted glass
And I've got 99 biker friends
That wanna kick your ass

Tell her that you're sorry
Blame it on the beer, your dad was mean to you
Your friends think you're an asshole and I do too
Over compensating for your small shoes

Taking her away, but you won't say when
Hold her in your arms
Tell her this won't happen again
When will this end?

Well, it takes a tough man to slap her around
Such a bad guy to keep such a good girl down
She's wearing shades but we all see
Behind the tinted glass
And I've got 99 biker friends
That wanna kick your

I wish Bruce Lee was here right now
With his trusty num-Chuck Norris is still alive
So let's call up 'Walker, Texas Ranger'
All the dudes from 'Danger, Danger'

Let's get the A-Team
50 Cent with his bling bling
And a couple of prison guards

It takes a tough man to slap her around
Such a bad guy to keep such a good girl down
You're such a tough guy
I can't wait to bring you down

She's wearing shades but we all see
Behind the tinted glass
And I've got 99 biker friends
That wanna kick your ass

I hope that she can run fast
Start running now
We're gonna kick your ass

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Hungry Love - Lyrics - Heart Shaped World - Jessica Andrews

Title: Hungry Love
Album: Heart Shaped World
Artist: Jessica Andrews
Composer(s): Billy Burnette, Tony Colton

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Lyric:
Back in the woods in a shotgun shack
Right above the railroad tracks
In old junk cars and tractor parts
Marylou she grew up
Hungry love

Her daddy, he left with a new barmaid
Mama's in town ?cause she loves to play
Marylou, she's all alone with an old stray dog
That she loves to hug
Hungry love

To get away from it all she puts her headphones on
And turns the music way up loud
The first boy who comes along and pays her any mind at all
Will be the only love she's ever found
It's in her blood, hungry love

Marylou turned seventeen
With a baby bouncing on her knee
Her sweetheart left in a pickup truck
So she did just what her mama had done
Hungry love

She spent her nights out in the bars
While her baby sat and watched the stars
With an old rag doll she loves so much
Growing up too fast, too tough
Hungry love

To get away from it all she puts her headphones on
And turns the music way up loud
The first boy who comes along and pays her any mind at all
Will be the only love she's ever found
It's in her blood, hungry love

Oh, oh, yeah, hungry love
But it's in her blood
Hungry love

Oh, oh, yeah
Well, it's in her blood
Hungry love

Back in the woods in a shotgun shack
Right above the railroad tracks

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Gone - Lyrics - Late Orchestration: Live at Abbey Road Studios - Kanye West

Title: Gone
Album: Late Orchestration: Live at Abbey Road Studios
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Camron Giles, Jon Brion, Dexter Mills, Kanye West, Chuck Willis

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Lyric:
Wished I had told
Ooh was the only one
But it's too late, too late
She's gone

You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi
You a big L, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Cool J
See me at the airport, at least 20 Louis
Treat me like the prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay

Brother Numpsay, groupies say I'm too choosy
Take 'em to the show and talk all through the movies
Says, she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays
If we up in Friday's, I still have it my way

Gone, we strivin' home
Gone, we ride on chrome
It's too late

Y'all don't want no prob from me
What you rappers could get is a job from me
Maybe you could be my intern, and in turn
I'll show you how I cook up summer, in the win-turr
Aaron love the raw dog, when will he learn?
Caught somethin' on the Usher tour he had to let it burn

Plus he already got three chil'run
Arguin' over babysitters like, ""*****, it's yo' turn"
Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you
Even your superficial raps is super official

R-R-Roc Pastille with Gucci on
With TV's in the ride, throw a movie on
Said he couldn't rap now
He at the top with doobie long
'Cause the dookie's on any song
That they threw me on

Gone, we strivin' home
Gone, I ride on chrome
Gone, we strivin' home
We strivin' home
Gone, I ride on chrome

Knock knock, who's there? Killa Cam, Killa who?
Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla true
Oh, my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer?
Well here's the deal ma we goin' to the dealer booth

No concealin', no ceiling I don't need a roof
Act up, get out, I don't need you, poof
Poof, be gone, damn tough luck dag
Dag, ****** still doin' puff puff pass

Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em
Hey, back in a touched up Jag, Jag
Y'all *****z want Killa Cam, cerebellum
An old man just gon' tell 'em

Then I see how y'all gonna react when I'm gone
My last girl want me back then I'm on
Fine stay, you got the grind hey
Came back, read what the sign say

Yes, I know you wanna see my demise
Yeah, you church boy actin' like a thief in disguise
Ain't leavin' my side, see the greed in my eyes
Ask Abby y'all hustle for a week to the Chi

And that ain't leavin' alive, please believe me
Gave Weezy a piece of the pie, and
You can ask Georgia or Regina
The whole West side I explore with the Beamer now

We strivin' home
I ride on chrome
Listen homeboy, move on
That's your best bet, why's that?
'Cause

Uhh, uhh, yo, yo
I been pourin' out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone
And tryin' to help his momma with the fact that her child gone
And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon
Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on

But since they got a foul on, what coulda gone wrong
Now they askin' Cons, how long has this gone on?
And maybe all this money mighta gone to my head
'Cause they got me thinkin' money mighta gone to the feds

So I ain't goin' to the dread, but he'll go on up to bed
And when I came the next mornin' he was gone with my bread
And with that bein' said, I had gone on my instincts
And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks

But lookin' back now shoulda gone to the crib
And rented 'Gone with the Wind', 'cause I'da gone about 10
But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar
And heard a ***** talkin' ***t so I had gone to the car

And now the judge is tellin' me that I had gone too far
And now we gone for 20 years, doin' time behind bars
And since I gone to a cell for some petty crimes
I guess I gone to the well one too many times, 'cause I'm gone

Uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh, uh onn, uh uh uh onn
Uh uh onn, uh uh uh I'mmm

Ahead of my time, sometimes years out
So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out
And that make me wanna get my advance out
And move to Oklahoma and just live at my Aunt's house

Yeah, I romance the thought of leavin' it all behind
Kanye step away from the lime
Light, like, when I was on the grind
In the one, nine, nine, nine

Before model chicks was bendin' over or
Dealerships asked me Benz or Rover, man
If I could just get one beat on Hova
We could get up off this cheap-a** sofa

What the summer of the Chi got to offer a 18 year old?
Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play gyro
My dawg worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural
Fired a week later, the manager count the churros

Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirror
How we out in Europe, spendin' Euros
They claim you never know what you got 'til it's gone
I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on

I'ma open up a store for aspiring MC's
Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free
But if they ever flip sides like Anakin
You'll sell everything includin' the mannequin
They got a new ***ch, now you Jennifer Aniston

Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm
Shorty's at the door 'cause they need more
Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs
They said sorry, Mr. West is gone

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Rock Star - Lyrics - The Ultimate Victory - Chamillionaire

Title: Rock Star
Album: The Ultimate Victory
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Nsilo Kharonde Reddick, Nicholas W. Sherwood, Hakeem T. Seriki, Dwayne Carter

Lyric:
Rock star, rock star, rock star, it's rock 'n' roll
I got ladies that love my ladies
Haters that hate my haters, I'm a Chamillionaire
But got billionaires for my neighbors

I been havin' paper, I been havin' stacks
The crowd screamin' loud in every city on the map
Got the groupies goin' crazy, they don't know how to act
I bring 'em backstage and tell 'em baby just relax

Rock on, they see the jewels is so sick, like flu spit and flu cough
Take it off and you lost, the tough talk get tooled off
Keep the 4 iron near, keep on thinkin' that it's for golf
Nickel plate on your head, silverware's food for thought

The Grammy winner the haters is like, 'How could this happen?'
On the red carpet so much they mistake me for Aladdin
How I'm a rapper with revenue like a rock star?
If I'm near you can believe the black card is not far

'Teen Spirit' ain't what they smellin', they yellin' 'Where That Nirvana?'
The crowd is rockin' 'n' rollin', them swishers full of marijuana
They judgin' me like your honor, your daughter's here with her mama
They tell me that I'm a charmer, more freakier than Madonna

Famous look right at me and said, ?Know why I got my lighter up?'
'Cause like the throwback P. Diddy alias I'ma 'Puff'
See how we rippin' up tickets that police be writin' us
Do like Michael Jackson's complexion Mr. and lighten up

Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
I got 'em screamin' loud as they be screamin' comin' out broads daily
Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
She's sayin' she's in love with me and she is probably your lady

Like a rock star, like a rock star
Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
Catch me gettin' into trouble like it's my job
When they listen to the cops come then I'ma

I been havin' paper, I been havin' stacks
The crowd screamin' loud in every city on the map
Got the groupies goin' crazy, they don't know how to act
I bring 'em backstage and tell 'em baby just relax

Rock 'n' roll fly, bitch behold I, I am the shit
Hear the commode cry, hear the guitar scream
That double R lean and if it's for me, then it's foreign
I mean my cars, I mean my clothes, I mean my hoe's, I mean my flows

You dress different round then me I'ma clean your nose
Step into the line of fire hide the [Incomprehensible]
Compared to big foot, you just twinkle toes
I get ya girlfriend wet like wrinkled clothes

Rock star like, money, drugs, freaky hoes
World tours, walk throughs and TV shows
My hair's out, no shirt, I stage dive, I crowd surf
I'm a hot boy, I'm on my hot shit
Reportin' to you live from the moshpit

Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
I got 'em screamin' loud as they be screamin' comin' out broads daily
Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
She's sayin' she's in love with me and she is probably your lady

Like a rock star, like a rock star
Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
Catch me gettin' into trouble like it's my job
When they listen to the cops come then I'ma

I'm so cool, I'm so smooth, I'm that dude, I'm so fly
Groupies tellin' me like a spy, the ground be tellin' me that I'm fly
The cloud see me and they cry just to get a glimpse of I
Got Mother Nature so jealous she knockin' pigeons out the sky

Can't help it, I got 'em rockin' they pelvic bones and losin' clothes
The higher my album sales get, they love me
That's right you nailed it, they treatin' me like I'm Elvis
Naked pictures she mailed, she licked on a stamp and melted

So save your rap for the rookies, 'cause there ain't no rappers here
A show you do in a club is a show we do in the amphitheater
We packin' stadiums, ladies come in, I'll introduce ya
It's too packed to maneuver, crowd look like LaLaPalooza

We outshinin' the losers, know I ride with the Ruger
You know I'ma producer, weapon upside ya medulla
Got no time to seduce a super head type of seducer
Groupies tryin' to snake me, but Koopa denyin' Medusa's

Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
I got 'em screamin' loud as they be screamin' comin' out broads daily
Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
She's sayin' she's in love with me and she is probably your lady

Like a rock star, like a rock star
Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
Catch me gettin' into trouble like it's my job
When they listen to the cops come then I'ma

Rock on, rock, rock
Rock on, rock, rock

We gonna keep on rockin' 'n' rollin' till the wheels fall off
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Chamillitary Mayne
Young Money, we the new Red Hot Chili Peppers
We on fire, sold out arenas tearin' up tour buses
You know how we get down, rock on, hold up, hold up, hold up

Tryin' get the Ozzy Osborne paper Mayne
I'ma throw a pool party, me and the Playboy bunnies
Gonna be swimmin' in a pool of a paper like Scrooge McDuck
You're invited, if you can swim, rock on

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