She Likes To Get Out Of Town - Lyrics - Brooks &Amp; Dunn

Title: She Likes To Get Out Of Town
Artist: Brooks &Amp; Dunn
Composer(s): Kix Brooks, Bob Dipiero

Lyric:
Looking at her phone desk, tappin' her feet
The kind of girl your mama likes to meet
A Sunday school dress buttoned up tight
When the weekend comes she's like a red taillight

She likes to get outta town
Yeah, she likes to get outta town
She's got a little red ragtop she just bought
Just forty-five minutes from her two days off

She's watching the clock just countin' it down
That girl likes to get outta town
She's got a little glove box with everything she needs
Got some red lipstick and some Mardi Gras beads

Got some party girlfriends like to keep it unwound
That girl likes to get outta town
She likes to get outta town
Yeah, she likes to get outta town

They've got a motel room with a single bed
Just a singin' down the road goin' out of their heads
Gonna turn it on up
Time to party on down

That girl likes to get outta town
Yeah, yeah, my, my
Big funs close as the city limit sign
Yeah, yeah, do tell

Daddy's little angel gonna raise a little
Well, well, well, well

She's got a second cousin that keeps her on the phone
Got an exboyfriend that wont leave her alone
Oh but it wont hurt em what they don't know
What goes on the road, stays on the road

She likes to get outta town
Yeah, she likes to get outta town
She was born to shake it and its not her fault
But the competition just loves to talk

She's so tired of them puttin' her down
That girl likes to get outta town
She likes to get outta town
Yeah, she likes to get outta town

It's time to crank it on up
Time to party on down
That girl likes to that girl likes to get outta town
Gonna crank it, gonna crank it

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Chance Of A Lifetime - Lyrics - Cowboy Town - Brooks &Amp; Dunn

Title: Chance Of A Lifetime
Album: Cowboy Town
Artist: Brooks &Amp; Dunn
Composer(s): Kix Brooks, Bob Dipiero

Lyric:
I came staggerin' in, in the middle of the night
I got my alibi sewed up nice and tight
Cracked the bedroom door, I tried to keep it from squeakin?
'Cause I know there's a wildcat in there sleepin'
But the, the light was on and the bed was made
And there's a dear John written on a pillow case

She said, I've gone to the Bahamas, I've had it with the drama
Time to get out of town, I'm just slowin' you down
She said, I found somebody that likes the things that you used to

Yeah, and he's got a lot of money, we're goin' where it's sunny
And baby, he's a looker too
She said, it was a chance of a lifetime what was I supposed to do

Oh yeah, I woke up this mornin' in a terrible mess
I had the telephone ringin' and her cat on my chest
I'm wipin' the sleep out of my bloodshot eyes
Oh, it's gotta be her callin' to apologize
She must be feelin' bad 'cause she done me wrong
Then I, I pushed the button on a Code-A-Phone

She said, I've gone to the Bahamas, I've had it with the drama
Time to get out of town, I'm just slowin' you down
She said, I found somebody that likes the things that you used to

Yeah, she said, he's got a lot of money, we're goin' where it's sunny
And baby, he's a looker too
She said, it was a chance of a lifetime what was I supposed to do

Oh, and I got the stereo and she got the music
Yeah, and I got this washer but I don't know how to use it

She's gone to the Bahamas, had it with the drama
Time to get out of town, I'm just slowin? you down
She said, I found somebody that likes the things that you used to

Yeah, she said, he's got a lot of money, we're goin' where it's sunny
And baby, he's a looker too
She said, it was a chance of a lifetime what was I supposed to do
Oh yeah, it was a chance of a lifetime what was I supposed to do

Maybe you can come get this cat

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Donkey Town - Lyrics - Mark Knopfler

Title: Donkey Town
Artist: Mark Knopfler
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler

Lyric:
I've been around in Donkey Town
Too long, baby too long
Checking out of Donkey Town
So long, so long, so long

Her pretty eyes are pretty still
But Jim's got a kind of a squint, yeah
I dug up my last check from out of the mine
Now I feel like I've done my stint

Jim got an army pension
When he walked from the military court
No body ever mentioned
The medical report

She does little things for me
She likes to get the both of us high, yeah
She says I'm a tender-hearted man
Prince charming, yeah, sure, I'm the guy

He likes the wrecker's dogs on chains
And the smoke from the company fires
Diesel oil in the trucks and cranes
And the smell of burning tires

But I've been around in Donkey Town
Too long, baby too long
Checking out of Donkey Town
So long, so long, so long

There's a purple heart in a silver tin
And a gray .45 in a drawer
Most of the time you can drink with him
But some other time he's just sore

On days when she says she can't think straight
Or she feels like she's getting the jumps
She'll go shoot off her .38
At cans on a Donkey Town dump

It was Friday late and she crossed those legs
She told me flat out she would, yeah
If I could pull up my trailer pegs
We could get away together for good

I sure wish her the best of luck
She's going to need it thinking of Jim
I don't like to leave her stuck
But she's near as bad as him

But I've been around in Donkey Town
Too long, baby too long
Checking out of Donkey Town
So long, so long, so long
Checking out of Donkey Town
So long, so long, so long

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I Ain'T Going Out - Lyrics - Cool Relax - Jon B.

Title: I Ain'T Going Out
Album: Cool Relax
Artist: Jon B.
Composer(s): Jonathan Buck

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Lyric:
They're calling me up, what's the move
What time am I linking up with the crew
It's supposed to be lined up the place is packed
But I got something holding me back
See my baby's got some arrangements
So I might have to miss y'all's engagements
Yes, I'm sorry but I ain't going out like that, yeah

'Cause tonight see it's on
There ain't nothing going on but love
Yes, tonight I'd rather be getting down
In the bedroom instead of the town

Fellas, I ain't going out
'Cause my ol' lady's showing me how
She likes to keep me in the house to do my homework
She's speakin' that we can make love
And won't stop until we get enough
So that sure as Hell means that I ain't going nowhere

So baby what's cooking up in your pot
Got something heating up getting hot
And if my boys knew what I know about her
They'd be calling up sick to work
Yeah, cause she's the kind of woman who loves to please her man
Try to get some every chance I can
Yes, I'm sorry but I ain't going out like that, yeah

'Cause tonight see it's on
There ain't nothing going on but love
Yes, tonight I'd rather be getting down
In the bedroom instead of the town

Fellas, I ain't going out
'Cause my ol' lady's showing me how
She likes to keep me in the house to do my homework
She's speakin' that we can make love
And won't stop until we get enough
So that sure as hell means that I ain't going nowhere

Yeah, it don't take a lot of convincing
To keep me home with her
'Cause the love she gives is so damn good
I don't want to go nowhere
And oh, I can't leave tonight
'Cause my baby, she does it right

Fellas, I ain't going out
'Cause my ol' lady's showing me how
She likes to keep me in the house to do my homework
She's speakin' that we can make love
And won't stop until we get enough
So that sure as Hell means that I ain't going nowhere

Oh baby baby baby
I ain't going nowhere
Fellas, I ain't going out

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Blondie - Lyrics - The Time

Title: Blondie
Artist: The Time
Composer(s): Jerome Benton, Morris Day, Jesse Woods Johnson, Terry Lewis, James Iii Harris, Monte Moir

Lyric:
Body of a superstar, the mind of a ten year old
She wants to take you for a ride, the stella has hair of gold
The lights are on upstairs, but is anybody home?
She's not lookin' for a man, the girly wants to be alone

She's the queen of glamorous, everything is right
All the fellas have a fit, anytime she walks by
This woman would be dangerous, if she had a mind
When Blondie tells you what you want to hear, don't waste your time

And her name is Blondie, sexy socialite
Diggin' out on the town any given night
And her name is Blondie, the queen of glamorous
And the game is money, the girl is dangerous

Blondie was a victim to everything she liked
She likes money, fine clothes and fancy cars
But her name she could not write
Blondie is a certain type, she's not yellow, black or white
But you can find her out diggin' in the finer spots on any given night

Her fatal beauty's blinding and her intentions not kind
She tried to take a part of me, but I caught on in time
She lives a life of make believe, takes what she wants and leaves
Blondes, they do have more fun, but how dumb is she?

And her name is Blondie, sexy socialite
Diggin' out on the town any given night
And her name is Blondie, the queen of glamorous
And the game is money, the girl is dangerous

Blondie, my glamorous superstar
You took it much too far and now you're look like, 'What happened?'
Blondie, a dangerous socialite
She hangs out every night and the neighborhood game
Is to dog you blind

Yeah, Blondie
Blondie is a dumb blonde
Hey, Blondie, ooh ooh

(Oh ooh ooh ooh, oh ooh ooh)
Yeah!
(Oh ooh ooh ooh, oh ooh ooh)
Everything is right
(Oh ooh ooh ooh, oh ooh ooh)
She's the queen of glamorous
(Oh ooh ooh ooh, oh ooh ooh)
Whoo

She's the queen of glamorous, everything is right
All the fellas have a fit, anytime she walks by
This woman would be dangerous, if she had a mind
When Blondie tells you what you want to hear
If you're smart, you won't waste your time

And her name is Blondie, sexy socialite
Diggin' out on the town any given night
And her name is Blondie, the queen of glamorous
And the game is money, the girl is dangerous

All the sexy socialites, sing, yeah
Fellas, the girl is dangerous, yes
Fellas, the girl is dangerous, that's right

Is it true that blondes have more fun?
Oh Lawd, the girl is dangerous
I think I need some horns
That's right, the girl is dangerous

Come on, Blondie
Wait a minute, where are we going Morris?
I don't understand
Some things just ain't meant to be understood
Like what?
I'm one of the eight wonders of the world
I thought there were only seven

Ain't nobody bad, but me
Ooh
Blondie?
That's not my name
That's right
You ain't got to go home, but you got to get the hell outta here

Wait, wait a minute
Uh, but you got to go
No
Uh, but you got to go
Ooh?
You got to go
No
I said, "You got to go"
But can't we talk?

The girl is dangerous
The girl is dangerous
Oh ooh ooh ooh

Playin' rock 'n' roll
Playin' rock 'n' roll
Morris is playin' rock 'n' roll
Playin' rock 'n' roll

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Homecoming - Lyrics - American Idiot - Green Day

Title: Homecoming
Album: American Idiot
Artist: Green Day
Composer(s): Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright, Billie Joe Armstrong

Lyric:
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
You taught me how to live

In the streets of shame
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no signs of hope
The stems and seeds of the last of the dope
There's a glow of light
The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night
Bearing gifts and trust
The fixture in the city of lust

What the hells your name
What's your pleasure and what is your pain?
Do you dream too much?
Do you think what you need is a crutch?

In the crowd of pain
St. Jimmy comes without any shame
He says, "We're fucked up"
But we're not the same
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame
Jimmy died today
He blew his brains out into the bay
In the states of mind is my own private suicide

Well, nobody cares
Well, nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?
Well, nobody cares
Well, nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?

Jesus filling out paperwork now
At the facility on east 12th Street
He's not listening to a word now
He's in his own world and he's daydreaming
He'd rather be doing something else now
Like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly
His life's on the line with anxiety now
'Cuz she had enough and he had plenty

Somebody get me out of here
Anybody get me out of here
Somebody get me out of here
Get me the fuck right out of here

So far away, I don't want to stay
Get me outta here right now
I just want to be free, is there a possibility?
Get me out of here right now
Right!
This life like dream ain't for me

I fell asleep while watching Spike TV
After 10 cups of coffee and you're still not here
Dreaming of a song but something went wrong
And you can't tell anyone 'cuz no one's here
Left me here alone and I should've stayed home
After 10 cups of coffee, I'm thinking

(Where'd you go?)
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
(Where'd you go?)
They're all out without you
Havin' fun

(Where'd you go?)
Everyone left you
Nobody likes you
(Where'd you go?)
They're all out without you
Havin' fun
(Where'd you go, go, go ,go)

Geez
I got a rock n roll band
I got a rock n roll life
I got a rock n roll girlfriend
And another ex-wife

I got a rock n roll house
I got a rock n roll car
I play the shit out the drums
And I can play the guitar

I got a kid in New York
I got a kid in the Bay
I haven't drank or smoked nothin' in over 22 days
So get off of my case, off of my case
Off of my case

Here they come marching down the street
Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat
Coming back from the edge of town
Underneath their feets

There time has come and it's going nowhere
Nobody ever said that life was fair now
Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear
In the summer heat

The world is spinning round and round out of control again
The 7-11 to the fear of breaking down
So send my love a letter bomb and visit me in hell
We're the ones going

Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again

I started fuckin' running
As soon as my feet touch ground
We're back in the Burro
And to you and me, that's Jingle town

Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again

Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again

Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you
Havin' fun

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Love Of My Life - Lyrics - Hustler's P.O.M.E. - Jim Jones

Title: Love Of My Life
Album: Hustler's P.O.M.E.
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Jim Jones, C Wingate

Lyric:
They got us fuckin' up a storm, kush up till the morn
Breezin' from the telly puffin marijuana
White T and my pelly thuggin' like la Fonz
Made it rain on them bitches a bucket full of ones

We got them gold diggers, cold bitches
That wanna party off patron liquor, car hoppers the hard stoppers
Catch 'em at the party call 'em bar hoppers
We live up in the sky you call 'em star watchers

They chase dope boys trap stars with fast cars
And executives rap stars with black cars
So we could swipe it charge it to the game
Trips to M.I.A. Murcielago in the lane

She's got a thing for slippin' clique and goin' clubbin' at nights
Ain't nothin' like the love of my life
She likes the finer things and fuck with niggaz whose money is right
Ain't nothin' like the love of my life

She love the dick suck it till it cum
She say I'm the best fuck of her life
She give a nigga the energy he need
Whenever he feels nothin' is right

Now we in M.I. party till the noon
Hammers in the ride Ferrari's go zoom
All types of incidentals charges on my room
From last night buggin', we mobbin' with the goons

We hit the town hard, fuckin' with the ladies
Bottles of viva clique, puffin' on the hazy
It's all deja vu seen it all before
Got her in my drop heater on the floor

So I sped off from the spot, gettin' heady rock
Got her in the telly she wouldn't let a nigga pop
And when I woke all I seen was a note
Nigga follow the trail and meet me in A T L

She's got a thing for slippin' clique and goin' clubbin' at nights
Ain't nothin' like the love of my life
She likes the finer things and fuck with niggaz whose money is right
Ain't nothin' like the love of my life

She love the dick suck it till it cum
She say I'm the best fuck of her life
She give a nigga the energy he need
Whenever he feels nothin' is right

Now we pull up in the a shoppin' in Lenox mall
Gotta get fly squad ready to ball
We thinkin' 112 or maybe even visions
Drinks at the bar like baby what you sippin'

Then she told me magic city fat asses and they pretty
They got me blowin' thousands throwin' stacks by the fifty
Got some bitches out of strokers gotta get focus
I'm tryin' to play my cards like a game of strip poker

Flight up in the mornin' gotta get up on her
When I leave you can tell ya friends about my performance
And all the time M.O.B. on my mind
The weekend was nice baby but I'm back to N.Y.

She's got a thing for slippin' clique and goin' clubbin' at nights
Ain't nothin' like the love of my life
She likes the finer things and fuck with niggaz whose money is right
Ain't nothin' like the love of my life

She love the dick suck it till it cum
She say I'm the best fuck of her life
She give a nigga the energy he need
Whenever he feels nothin' is right

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40 - Dusted 'N' Disgusted - Lyrics - In a Major Way - E

Title: 40 - Dusted 'N' Disgusted
Album: In a Major Way
Artist: E
Composer(s): Sam Bostic, Mike Mosely, J Rocker, Robert Lee Jr Green, Tupac Shakur, Earl T Stevens

Lyric:
I'm really not all that sure
'Bout when things is finna mature
So let me find me a nigga with a grip
And hit his ass quick with one of them whores
(What's the definition of a lick?)
Taking a niggaz shit
(Hey, put that on sumthin')
I put that on the click, the click

Back to fuckin' work one of the homies jus' got dusted
Time to do some dirt, uh!, I never trusted
Them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival
Now the town is funky, it's called survival
What y'all wanna do? They got us scuffled
(Bullet high, get in your eye)
If this was a fifth well I be drunk
I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, played me false
We had a meetin', shit 'posed to been squashed

I know this one bitch that'll double dribble and set 'em up y'all
She likes the monies in the middle, play tether ball
Thick ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker
Scarecrow crevice southern bitches, aka posies pussyfictious

Nigga been holdin' guts, but shit on his self and a funky bill
Pullin' out bills, frontin' on material shit
That's when I get to killin' shit
(Killin' shit)
And settin' I'm up and havin' I'm catchin' a couple of slugs
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck with savage thug

Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin' this twisted
It's that bitch that killed ya
Took all your money peeled ya
Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's
While a nigga be puttin' on his jimmy
All of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton
Before you can hit the broccoli

See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn't make that money
Left them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him
He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the streets
That's why that nigga naked layin' dead in between some bloody sheets
It's just a part of the game he didn't feel
Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill
You don't know that hoe main that bitch can't be trusted
Dusted and di-motherfuckin'-sgusted

It's some cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do
Cold hearted bitches
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas

Some cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
I never trusted them bustas
And it's them cold hearted niggas
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
Dusted 'n' disgusted

Let's let of some 203's on the other side of t-uh-town
Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town
(Other side of town)
And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin' range
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I will prevail
By sellin' the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine
Try not to steal narcotics
When these punk MC's and bitches be the reason why
The smoke be comin' up out the chow, with my nigga Pac

Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin' sick
I'm in my rag hittin' switches I'm suspicious of this bitch
I keep on, callin', but ain't nobody pickin' up
I think she's stallin', this evil bitch is tryin' to set me up
Came all alone if it's on then it's on
Bust my motherfuckin' chrome, on these jealous niggaz dome
It's a war zone but I'm a man so with gun in hand
(War zone)
I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin' plan

Can't understand, but the things ain't the same
You could die over these bitches if you slippin' in the game
Niggaz gang bang, but bitches gang bang too
Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to your brain
If you was smart figure, don't have no love in your heart nigga
Any complications pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted
Bitches can't be trusted, you know the rules
They underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin' fool

These hoes out here tryin' to hold a nigga's heart
So a nigga get his motherfuckin'
Balls to the wall
Hey be proud of it when you turn these bitches upside down
What's gonna happen
Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if a bitch ridin'
Yeah main, them hoes talented
They be fuckin' with mo' MC's than jack the rapper
Aight fuck it, what you say Mall?
Ay, fuck them sheisty ass botches, nigga

The California lifestyle that I live
Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus' don't give
A flyin' fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin' on the tay-low
Bay area playa, tryin' ta have shit major
And a bitch won't save ya
So I ain't playin' captain save a hoe
I mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm gone
I'm like Sylvester Stallone, everyday is like a Cliffhanger
Action packed, I let the mini-mac smack that ass

Them hoes jacked that ass
Nigga woulda got smokin' on that hash
Can't have my cash, better go and take your nigga stash
'Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with clusters
Slippin' in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch
Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink
(The lo pink)
You love them Bootys bitches, can't let them pussy bitches

Gank that ass, betta hide your cash and check or pass
Pump your brakes nigga, slow your roll don't go too fast
'Cause bulletproof ain't doin' no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Now, niggaz comin' up dead with they brains blew out on the fuckin' floor
Damn, hella force to the face Teflons to the vest now r-uh-rest
Pull a plug on a flat line no p-uh-ulse, one nigga less
One nigga less, from coast to coast, to the East to the West
Crushin' the flesh, dem bitches played a game of death
Look over your shoulder watch your back don't even trust it
I'm tryin' to told ya end up dusted

It's some cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do
Cold hearted bitches
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas

Some cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
I never trusted them bustas
And it's them cold hearted niggas
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
Dusted 'n' disgusted

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Slow Down - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: Slow Down
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): Maxwell Dixon, Brandon Aly, Jamar Dechalus, Derek Murphy, John Walter Bush, John Bradley Houser, Kenneth Neil Withrow, Edie Arlisa Brickell

Lyric:
Slow down
Slow down
Slow down

Hey baby your hips is getting big
Now you're getting thin you don't care about your wig
Now woolie-willie got a pair of my sneakers
I wonder where he got 'em 'cause I hid 'em behind my speakers
The object of your affection is the tree-top connection
Or basically you love to smoke the wools
The crack heads attract man they come up to my door
I don't smoke gems so what they knocking for

Kids love to feel on you, feds got a seal on you
Street time is limited to days
On your crack card you're getting only A's and C's for come back
Damn it's a shame you're the mighty queen of vowels
With a wide-eyed look and a rotten-toothed smile
Used to walk with a swagger now you simply stagger
From one spot on to the next spot on to the next spot on to the next

Bitch get a job from me you won't rob
'Cause I'll smack you with a hose filled with sand
Now give that to the crack man
You was fly once now you're losing all your fronts
Started out light on the tip of woolie blunts
But now you gained a stripe, graduated to the pipe
Took a long pull hype yeah, head crack head crack
You smoked up that stack and admitted you was fat
Hey yo X, wasn't that your girl? Yeah I had to drop her
'Cause she caught on the plastic and I just couldn't stop her

Slow down, slow slow down, slow down
What I am is what I am
What I am is what I am
Slow down, slow down, slow down

I knew this girl named Tropicana she's always juicing
Producing cash for my sexual task
She loves men that trick like Halloween and treat
You ain't paid then your grade is incomplete
You've got to flash dollars, to prove her
And when you do she sucks it up like a Hoover
Taking all your papes like inhalation of ace
Her nasal passages is filled with money, and it's massive

(What I am is what I am)
Well, what you are is a stunt, man
You're on a hunt and your plan is to take all you can
From my man and scram
I've seen your kind before you're not original
Just a sick mixed up individual
Giving up the crotch for a fresh gold watch
Marking off the goods you got going up another notch

Your ways and actions are like those of a savage
If the price is right, then anyone can ravage
Even Monty hall can have himself a ball if his assets are in order
What's really scary is you're somebody's daughter
So, don't come around trying to make a profit
At the expense of another man, stop it
'Cause you see you're a freak show of the town
Know what I think you ought to do is

Slow down, slow down, slow slow down
Slow down, slow down, slow slow down, slow down
What I am is what I am
What I am is what I am

As the jewels jingle from the hot young and single little stunt
A forty and a blunt, that's all she really wants
But she'll spend your papes and she'll use up all your plastic
And if you swing an ep you'd better wear a prophylactic
'Cause things are getting drastic
Slide up in the wrong one you'll end up in a casket

(Slow down)
Sister, there's no need in speeding
She was doing lays before she started bleeding
What makes a bitch want to act in this fashion?
Pulled more stunts than my man action Jackson
A real gold winner just like Bruce Jenner
Lay the bitch on the bed and then you run right in her
Puba makes no mistakes
She said, "Rock me tonight"
(For old time's sake)
Picture that
(Slow down)
You little hooker

Honey got a problem with the bends
Meaning she likes to bend over, and then she spreads the skins
The hoe is just hoe and that's without no controversy
She can make the bedsprings sing a song of mercy
Come on toots you can take a thousand douche
Scrub that ass and I'll still pass
(Slow down)
You're living foul

(Slow down, slow slow down)
Now see it ain't no reason for you to be out here skeezin'
'Cause it ain't the season
So if you want to live foul and be a dumb diddy dumb dumb bitch
Well go ahead, you're living foul
I'd like to give a special shout to my Dj Alamo on the help out
Right by my side

Slow down
Slow down
Slow down
...

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Big Noise From Winnetka - Lyrics - Thighs & Whispers - Bette Midler

Title: Big Noise From Winnetka
Album: Thighs & Whispers
Artist: Bette Midler
Composer(s): Ray Bauduc, Bob Crosby, Gil Rodin, Bob Haggart

Lyric:
This is the story of a young girl who was the Einstein of the dance
They called her Big Noise from Winnetka, against her no one stood a chance
Big Noise blew in from Winnetka, stole each fellow's heart and then
Big Noise blew in from Winnetka, Big Noise blew right out again

Boys were sighing, their girlfriends crying, hearts were pounding when
The Big Noise dances, hence romances, it's just astounding when
Big Noise blew in from Winnetka, Big Noise blew right out again

Stop! Look! Listen! Listen to the Big Noise
Stop! Look! Listen! Listen to the Big Noise

I am the one they call the Big Noise. I got to dance my way to fame
I just blew in from Winnetka, that town will never be the same
Now I had my fun, and yet there's just one who's got me from the start
I'd love to conga a little bit longer but it keeps us apart
Exit Big Noise from Winnetka, enter Big Noise in his heart

Big men move me out. Senors zonk me out
Zim zom zup ma ma. Big men boo bop ba, bah ba doo wop
Boodeeah baby boodeeah baby boodeeah baby
Boodeeah baby boodeeah baby boodeeah baby baby baby over 'n' out

She loves the bass. She loves the drum
She loves to stay out late and dance the samba, samba, how she loves to samba
Rhumba, salsa, limbo and pachenga
She's so restless she's on every guest list
None can please her. She'd say no to Ceaser
Teach me, why don't you teach me. Show me how to let go

There she goes 'round again, up and then down again, in and then out. Hooo

When Big Noise waltzes through the door the bouncer has to clear the floor
'Cause everybody wants to see the girl get down, the girl get down
And if you try to hold me tight, I'll disappear into the night
My lover's waiting home for me she don't do that! She don't do that

Everyone's got a bit of Big Noise in his heart
Everyone likes to toot his horn
I've been the Big Noise from Winnetka for so long
Time for a new noise to be born
'Cause I had my fun and yet there's just one who's got me from the start
Exit Big Noise for Winnetka, enter Big Noise in my heart

Onc she was pickin' up the big boys
Now I'm pickin' up my little kids' toys
Big Noise we miss you

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Wicket Klownz - Lyrics - Kottonmouth Kings

Title: Wicket Klownz
Artist: Kottonmouth Kings
Composer(s): Michael M Kumagai, Tim Mcnutt, Dustin Miller, Brad Xavier

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Lyric:
When I get to California, when I get there
(It's on 'Suburban Noize')
When I get to California
Hook me up with one of them chicks
(Psychoathic)
And when you get to the Mid-West
I'll hook you up with a juggalette y'all

He's the visual assassin with the mask [unverified] killa
Seen him drink a lot but I have yet to see him spill a drop
He rap to hip-hop in his heart
Try and battle Pak, he'll fuckin' tear you're ass apart

I keep my fridge stocked with plenty of Faygo
My flow connect nice like old school Lego's
What's up holmes? Just a West-Coast loadie
My rhyme is nice, slow and stoney

See all these Psycho Bitches gettin' so damn fanatical
FBI got us all listed down as radicals
Government officials takin' life long sabbaticals
Dog Boy Rock the mic and drop something classical

I'm with the kings [unverified] state to state
Dog Boy [unverified] set the record straight
Fuck that bullshit that never went down
So we come as one to fuck up your town

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin', throwin' Faygo on your town
And all types of things

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin', throwin' Faygo on your town
And all types of things

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin', throwin' Faygo on your town
And all types of things

Suburban Noize Records teamin' up with Psychopathic
Richter let 'em know who Juggalo I got your back kid
Kottonmouth Ninjas rocking tunes with ICP
D-Loc grab the mic and pass me the weed

Kottonmouth Kings and ICP
We from the West, they from the East
With a bag of keif and a box of spliffs
We mast through your city like robotic beasts

See all [unverified] robots followin' the masses
I watch the world through Faygo fizzin' glasses
Kings and the klowns droppin' sellouts like acid
Like cum on your tongue shit is getting kind of drastic

To all unbelievers who think this is a joke
Grab the Faygo when you start to choke
In the pit at a show come summertime
A million Juggalos to blow your fuckin' mind

To all unbelievers who think this is a joke
Grab the Faygo when you start to choke
In the pit at a show come summertime
A million Juggalos to blow your fuckin' mind

To all unbelievers who think this is a joke
Grab the Faygo when you start to choke
In the pit at a show come summertime
A million Juggalos to blow your fuckin' mind

To all unbelievers who think this is a joke
Grab the Faygo when you start to choke
In the pit at a show come summertime
A million Juggalos to blow your fuckin' mind

True terror is back, you better believe
Kottonmouth Kings, ICP
We from the West, they from the East
True terror is back, you better believe

True terror is back, you better believe
Kottonmouth Kings, ICP
We from the West, they from the East
True terror is back, you better believe

True terror is back, you better believe
Kottonmouth Kings, ICP
We from the West, they from the East
True terror is back, you better believe

Violent J and Shaggy stepped in the place
And cleared the room out like nuclear waste
Nobody likes us but the Kottonmouth Kings
They smoke buds, I smoke little white things
I'm a base-head feinding for your change, ah
And I'm strange

So walk in I'll put you in a torcher rack
And blew your nut bag around like a hacky sack
I told you fuck the world and I meant it
I owe the Government money but I spent it

I bought a hooker and banged her in my truck
Yo, she probably had syphilis, I give a fuck though
I'm gonna die, hell, we're all gonna die
You think the Juggalo give a damn? Bye
I'm going off like a nuclear time bomb
Tick tick, boom, motherfucker

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin' throwin' Faygo on your town
And all types of things

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin' throwin' Faygo on your town
And all types of things

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin' throwin' Faygo on your town
And all types of things

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin' throwin' Faygo on your town
And all types of things

True terror is back, you better believe
Kottonmouth Kings, ICP
We from the West, they from the East
True terror is back, you better believe

True terror is back, you better believe
Kottonmouth Kings, ICP
We from the West, they from the East
True terror is back, you better believe

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The Likes Of You Again - Lyrics - Swagger - Flogging Molly

Title: The Likes Of You Again
Album: Swagger
Artist: Flogging Molly
Composer(s): Dennis Casey, Matthew Hensley, Nathen A Jeglinski, David King, Bridget Regan, Robert Anthony Schmidt, George Edward Schwindt

Lyric:
Here's to you, I sing for my daddy-o
As I lay him down to sleep
It's been so long since I lost my daddy-o
Hope he's watchin' over me

Wednesday night is mornin' now
As I'm walkin' in the rain
The birds are screaming in my ear
Drivin' me insane

Half the clouds are empty
So the sun burst through the sky
The puddles show reflection
Of a face about to die

Just around the corner
I was goin' round the bend
I ran into a staggerin' fool
Who said he knew my name

He poured himself a whiskey
And his face began to glow
Two men without an answer
Like a dog without a bone

Bringin' in the new year
As the bells began to ring
Fats is in the corner
She's just about to sing

Time to get another before the final shout
You should have heard them roarin'
When they dragged the bugger out
And we'll never see the likes of you again

Jimbo came from slummin' town
A cold and dreary place
To summer land he found himself
The sun shun on his face

Met a girl called, Minnie Pearl
Swore she'd always be his girl
Happy ever after
Till the tide ran out again

Pour me all your sorrows
And I'll drink till you are dry
I'll love you in the mornin'
Christ, I'll love ya till you die

I'll never leave so never grieve
I'll be back before ya know
But Jimbo fell into a well
And never rambled home

Carried all his troubles in an unforgivin' bag
Back and forth through painted brick

The colors all seemed bland
I've traveled all these years, he said
To only get this far, so he crossed the street
Found a seat, his home is now a bar

And we'll never see
The likes of you again

There must be more to life
Than this poxie life, all the agro
All the pain so he disappeared
Into his final beer but the glass was empty
Once again, again, again

Woke up in an awful state
Dreamt I was at Peter's Gate
Beggin' for his mercy
And the crimes that were at hand

He told me he was much amused
To see this life I had abused
Best be on your way
But have a swig before you go

So I'm bringing in the New Year
As the bells began to ring
Fat's in the corner
She's just about to sing

Time to get another before the final shout
You should have heard them roarin'
When they dragged the bugger out

And we'll never see
The likes of you again

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Supermodel - Lyrics - Bran Van 3000

Title: Supermodel
Artist: Bran Van 3000
Composer(s): Eric Pierre Bergen, James Di Salvio, Stephen James Hawley, Duane Larson

Lyric:
Ooh, look at all this company coming 'round tonight
Even Catherine O'Hara's come by to say hello
You really wanna know?
Well, I'll tell you, might have to pour myself
Another little moonshine, here we go

Was a sweet and frosty May
In the town of Thunder Bay
When Dale and Wendy Day
Went out to Sweet brush Lake

Found a weeping willow to sit down
And do the Thunder Bay a go-go
While the wind was real soft
Poor little Wendy just had to break

Later on that month, Dale went for Pepper lunch
At the 'We're All In This Together Diner'
Yeah, the pea soup was fine, the corn cob on time
Chili dog's even finer

The real reason was that Wendy was working counter
Two little kids just couldn't get enough of each other
Dale broke out like a man and said
"Wendy, I think I want to take your hand
And make little children, live beyond the sand"

"In respect to the clouds
And the colony of your eyes
That day we made love
I'm going to call my little child Amber Jones"

(Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free)
Which is exactly what happened
(There ain't no genie in the bottle or in that magazine)
Let me ask you one question and it goes
(Hey supermodel)
What's it like being pretty?

Now, everyone knows
That if you're going to run a successful cafe
You have to hire the prettiest waitress

Amber turns out had been working
At the Pepperlunch Café
Just like her mother did 20 years earlier
And it boils down to this very simple doctrine
Given by Ralph Habbasham, the owner

Ralph says the customer is always right
The customers here are mostly men
And though it don't seem
From table 2 to 16, all men do is dream
Of falling in love, just like women

Now watching from table 20 was a man from New York city
Who is most impressed with Amber's poses
He said, "Come over here, missy, I got a kind of proposition
That is, if you're willing to listen"

(Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free)
(There ain't no genie in the bottle or in that magazine)
Come with me
(Hey supermodel)

And she was just everywhere
I mean little girls wanted to be like her
Little boys wanted to be with her
And even mothers somehow altered their physique
Just to be a little close to what Amber represented

One day Amber, who likes the Sweetbrush diner
Where she used to work, really missed those coconut cake cucumbers
And made out with one giant missile on the top of her forehead
Poor little Amber couldn't do a thing about it

And her poor career went kinda downhill
As the people outside her hotel room penthouse cried out
Well, you know what they cried out

(Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free)
Sing along with me gals
(There ain't no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine)
(Hey supermodel)
What's it like being a teen dream?

Shackles, shackles, shackles on my heart
I loved you from the very first day, from the start
But you left, call it theft of the heart, bring me back the spark
Pretty girl, pretty princess, that is left

Bright lights in the glitter, the shine of the night, right
You dreamed of the city 'cause you dreamed of flight
But it's Timber, watch these trees that are falling
Pretty little princess with no one to call

It's a small town, now girl, it doesn't seem so small
First love, fifth grade, first kiss at the mall with me
Y'all, check it with the degrees, bring it back on the MIC
'Cause the man's on his knees
Small town ways in the G's from grade
Bring me back sunny days, we's that praise, haze

Y'all tripping through the maze everyday
In the mind want the grape from the vine that was mine
Come back, y'all, to the very first day that we met
'Cause I must call it theft, y'all

Protection and selection of my memories
Poet on the mic with degrees saying, please
Princess, y'all, my supermodel girl
Bring you back, pretty princess
'Cause I like to rock your world
One time, smooth, sweet like wine

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Somebody Else Bumped Your Girl - Lyrics - Freddie Foxxx

Title: Somebody Else Bumped Your Girl
Artist: Freddie Foxxx
Composer(s): Freddie Foxxx

Lyric:
Did you ever have a girl and you thought she was it?
To find out in the long run she ain't even shit
Dress her up nice, sport her all over town
And then behind your back she likes sleepin' around

She's steppin' out late while you're home in bed
To another brother kickin' bass all in her head
You're layin' there, lookin' at her photo in frame
And you're chirpin' like a bird while you're singin' her name

You call her every night then you're off by 10
When you hang up the phone, she hits the road again
Sad what I'm sayin' but it's gotta be true
Everybody knows your girl better than you

But what I'm sayin' is this, you said she'd never do wrong
You met her at first, she did a dancin' song
Said, "I'll stay with you forever and brighten your world"
Face it, somebody bumpin' your girl

Somebody else bumped your girl
And the thought of it wrecked your world
Somebody else bumped your girl
It makes you mad, don't it?

Somebody else bumped your girl
And the thought of it wrecked your world
Somebody else bumped your girl
It make you ill, won't it?

I met this kid named Jesse on my way uptown
Sittin' on the train, on his face was a frown
I said, "My man, what's the matter?", then he started to sweat
Said, "My girl left the crib and she didn't come home yet"

"Foxxx, I'm hurt, sad as could be
'Cause every time she leaves she always calls me
But I ain't heard a word, I'm worried to death
I can't understand why she up and just left"

"How long has it been?", he said, "About six days
And man, I did a lotta prayin' and I hope that it pays"
I looked him in his face told him, "Don't be a cad
'Cause ain't a girl in the world, it's insanity, mad"

"You better start thinkin' and preparin' your heart
'Cause if you hear the wrong thing you'll be torn apart"
Jesse stood up, the train came to a stop
Had a look on his face like he was about to pop

I said, "So what's up?", then he looked in my grill
Kinda like I look myself when I'm 'bout to get ill
He was lookin' on a platform, right by a can
His girl lockin' lips with another man

Jesse broke stupid and pulled out a tool
And started lickin' off like a crazy fool
The brother went rambo, actin' wild
And shot sixteen people at the turnstyle

The girl got sick when she saw blood flowin'
The brother she was with did a Jesse Owens
I couldn't believe the brother ruined his world
All because somebody else bumped his girl

Somebody else bumped your girl
And the thought of it wrecked your world
Somebody else bumped your girl
It makes you mad, don't it?

Now I'ma tell you all a story 'bout my man Jim Stone
Who had a three-floor mansion and a yacht of his own
He had enough money but what capes the cake
He had the baddest girl in about 10 states

All about he ever talked about was lovin' his girl
And how he'd never touch another in the whole wide world
Jim got the nerve, wants to buy her a ring
And when he put it on her finger, she was ready to sting

The brother had a party at his crib one night
Had the place laid out and the music was hype
About 100 people, I would say, no less
Freddie Foxxx ain't stupid, I can knowledge a mess

I noticed his girl, she kept grinnin' a lot
She was hangin' 'round the fireplace in this one spot
She looked like she was waitin' for a train or a bus
She was waitin' for Jim's best man, his boy Gus

Gus got slick, took the girl by the hand
And dipped the step like the Bionic Man
I stood there shakin' my head, I had a flashback
'Bout what happened uptown by the train tracks

Jim came over and he said to me
"Fred, I got a real bad thought bumrushin' my head"
I said, "So what's the matter?", then he looked at me twice
And said, "I can't find my best man Gus or my wife"

Jim was on a mission, I could look in his eyes
And see the meter on his blood pressure startin' to rise
He headed up the steps and I followed behind
And I could tell by his face he had death on his mind

He stood by the room and the door was cranked
Then he took off his shirt and then we both stepped back
Jim kicked the door open and he stuck in his head
And saw Gus and his wife both naked in bed

Jim grabbed a bat and I tell you the truth
He was swingin' home runs like my man Babe Ruth
He left 'em both layin' there, stiff as a board
And he turned to me and said, "Freddie Foxxx, I scored"

Two accounts, murder one now he sits in his cell
With a life-long sentence and a story to tell
I couldn't believe the brother ruined his world
All because somebody bumped his girl

Somebody else bumped your girl
And the thought of it wrecked your world
Somebody else bumped your girl
It makes you mad, don't it?

Somebody else bumped your girl
And the thought of it wrecked your world
Somebody else bumped your girl
It make you ill, won't it?

You mean that's it?

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Freaky As She Wanna Be - Lyrics - On Top of Our Game - Dem Franchize Boyz

Title: Freaky As She Wanna Be
Album: On Top of Our Game
Artist: Dem Franchize Boyz
Composer(s): Tre Songz, Jamall Willingham, Bernard Leverette, Gerald Tiller, Courtney Travis, Maurice Gleaton

Lyric:
[Foreign Content]

Songs, Dem Franchize Boyz, they from down a town
I'm VA around the world baby, they be as freaky as they wanna be
Hey, hey, she freaky as she wanna be, hey, she freaky as she wanna be
Hey, hey, she freaky as she wanna be

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
We in the bed no sheets, air to the feet, freaky as she wanna be

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
If you a lady in the streets, straight freak in the sheets
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)

She be herself around me, freaky as she wanna be
Give me Georgia Dome, like I'm sittin' and affect the harmony
Can I enjoy it, make a little noise
Stand ready for it, you already know it

She swallow it gobble Dick little bitch from Memphis
In love wit my cock, she give a Jimmy a French kiss
Her favorite position is doggy style or in the butt
and the place that she likes is on the couch or in the truck

And I bang on her pussy like a mother fucking door knock
Knock like the Flintstones, yeah, making the bed rock
It's group fun, believe she do what she do son
You view some, and use some, and use some and use some

It ain't no fun if my hommies can't have none
She winked her eye, blew a kiss, stuck out her damn tongue
You know that she ready, yeah, remove the bed spreads then
Give a little head then, get on in the bed then

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
We in the bed no sheets, air to the feet, freaky as she wanna be

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
If you a lady in the streets, straight freak in the sheets
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)

Was in the club, posted like King Tut
Rollin like a fool lookin' for me some cut
Who got tight boobs, king cover type but
Nice head on her shoulders and the bitch will give it up

Body shaped like Budweisers Classy hoe
That like to be pile driver DDT a bitch
I can go for some Hours let Parlae
Hit together we like twin towers

What you thought that I wine, dine show you things
I'm the type of nigga let you suck
While my chain hang, if you don?t suck then you can lick
While my chain swang, you as freaky as you wanna be

Promise I can maintain, gotta know ways and tricks
To make this dick spit, flip that, suck on the dick lice a sip stick
I gotta lot to offer, but for you its good wood
Make you Chicken and waffles

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
We in the bed no sheets, air to the feet, freaky as she wanna be

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
If you a lady in the streets, straight freak in the sheets
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)

She freaky as she wanna be and she know she thick wit it
Hangin' off the ceiling fan, she like to do some tricks wit it
D F B bitch, so you gotta let the click hit it if buddie hit it
From the back, you gotta suck a dick wit it

I need a groupie hoe who know what the deal is
Ask her where the purp where the goose and where the pills is
Call me Dave Houster 'cause that?s where I wanna be
She suckin', as she fuckin' 'cause she freaky as she wanna be

Ten necks so you know we ain't finished yet
I don?t wanna fuck though, I want me some pigeon neck
Suck a nigga dick or something, do wit no hands
I say do it wit no, do it wit no, do for my man

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
We in the bed no sheets, air to the feet, freaky as she wanna be

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
If you a lady in the streets, straight freak in the sheets
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)

Now she freaky as she wanna be, grabbin' on the wood
'Cause it's good and she wanna see, leanin' all up on a G
Ashton might just run out 'cause I think this hoe is punkin' me
She's punkin' me, 'cause she's a freak, she do everybody

That pussy ain't shit but that mouth like a
Hurricane, she keep her hair fixed and I fucked it up
As soon as I bust a nut she grab the dick and she suck it up
Bring her to the hotel and she do the team

She's a ghetto bitch all she wants is hot wings
Nah, nigga she like the way a nigga ice bling
She's a good girl and she's a actor
In the room alone she's a fuckin' dick doctor

Pop my balls in her mouth, like she pops some capsules
I like them easin' out the county and like the way I sold
They choose ya cause a nigga is a rapper, fuck 'em good
And straight get ghost just like Casper

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
We in the bed no sheets, air to the feet, freaky as she wanna be

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
If you a lady in the streets, straight freak in the sheets
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)

She do it how I want her to do it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
She move it how I want her to move it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)

She called said she ready to see me
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
She get there ready to freak me
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)

Do that there, there, said she do that there
I said she doin that there, there
Baby you doin' that there
You be as freaky as you wanna be

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The Night'S Too Long - Lyrics - Lucinda Williams

Title: The Night'S Too Long
Artist: Lucinda Williams
Composer(s): Lucinda Williams

Lyric:
Sylvia was workin' as a waitress in Beaumont
She said, "I'm movin' away, I'm gonna get what I want
I'm tired of these small town boys that don't move fast enough
I'm gonna find me one who wears a leather jacket
And likes his livin' rough"

So she saved her tips and overtime and bought an old rusty car
She sold most everything she had to make a brand new start
She said, "I won't be needing these silly dresses and nylon hose
'Cause when I get to where I'm goin'
I'm gonna buy me all new clothes"

The night's too long, it just drags on and on
And then there's never enough
That's when the sun starts comin' up
Don't let go of her hand
You just might be the right man

She loves the night
She loves the night
She doesn't want the night
Don't want it to end
Don't want it to end

Well she works in an office now and she guesses the pays all right
She can buy a few new things to wear and still go out at night
And as soon as she gets home from work
She wants to be out with the crowd
Where she can dance and toss her hair back and laugh out loud

Well the music's playin' fast and they just met
He presses up against her
And his shirt's all soaked with sweat
And with her back against the bar, she can listen to the band
And she's holdin' a Corona and it's cold against her hand

The night's too long, it just drags on and on
And then there's never enough
That's when the sun starts comin' up
Don't let go of her hand
You just might be the right man

She loves the night
She loves the night
She doesn't want the night
Don't want it to end
Don't want it to end
Don't want it to end

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