She Sure Did Like To Run - Lyrics - Diamond Rio

Title: She Sure Did Like To Run
Artist: Diamond Rio
Composer(s): Bobby Tomberlin, Walt Aldridge

Lyric:
She made her exit a month ago tomorrow
Called up her mama and asked if she could borrow
Enough money to leave for awhile
Mama said you always were impulsive child

She bought a ticket at the Greyhound station
Said she needed a permanent vacation
Ran out of money by Santa Fe
Hitchhiked the rest of the way

And she blew into town with a runaway heart
Like a Santa Ana blowin' down Ocean Boulevard
Everybody said she was a restless one
Never knew where she was going but she sure did like to run

She took a job with a bucket and a wet mop
Saved her pay checks and bought an old rag top
She'd crank it up and let her hair down
They'd hear her coming for miles around

And she blew into town with a runaway heart
Like a Santa Ana blowin' down Ocean Boulevard
Everybody said she was a restless one
Never knew where she was going but she sure did like to run

Last time I saw her she was letting the top down
She wouldn't tell me but I think she was south bound
She waved goodbye and looked back and smiled
And took off after the call of the wild

And she blew out of town with a runaway heart
Like a Santa Ana blowin' down Ocean Boulevard
Everybody said she was a restless woman
Never knew where she was going

She never knew where she was going
Never knew where she was going
But she sure did like to run

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I Don'T Believe You (She Acts Like We Never Have Met) - Lyrics - Another Side Of Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan

Title: I Don'T Believe You (She Acts Like We Never Have Met)
Album: Another Side Of Bob Dylan
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
I can't understand, she let go of my hand
And left me here facing the wall
I'd sure like to know, why she did go
But I can't get close to her at all

Though we kissed through the wild blazing night time
She said she would never forget
But now morning is clear it's like I ain't here
She acts like we never met

It's all new to me, like some mystery
It could even be like a myth
But it's hard to think on, that she's the same one
That last night I was with

From darkness, dreams are deserted
Am I still dreamin' yet ?
I wish she'd unlock, her voice once and talk
'Stead of actin' like we never met

If she ain't feelin' well then why don't she tell
'Stead of turnin' her back to my face
Without any doubt, she seems too far out
For me to return to her chase

And her skirt it swayed as a guitar played
Her mouth was watery and wet
But now something has changed, for she ain't the same
She just acts like we never have met

If I didn't have to guess, I'd gladly confess
To anything I might've tried
If I was with her too long or have done something wrong
I'd wish she tell me what it is, I'll run and hide

Though the night ran swirling and whirling
I remember her whispering yet
But evidently she don't, evidently she won't
She just acts like we never have met

I'll leavin' today, I'll be on my way
Of this I can't say very much
But if you want me to, I can be just like you
And pretend that we never have touched

And if anybody asks me
"Is it easy to forget?"
I'll say, "It's easily done, you just pick anyone
And pretend that you never have met"

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Black Chick White Guy - Lyrics - Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp - Kid Rock

Title: Black Chick White Guy
Album: Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): Robert Ritchie

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Lyric:
Black chick, white guy
Does it mean shit, maybe?
I don't know, but yo it never phased me
But either way here's one tail

Of two like that and what prevailed
It started way back in the eighth grade
In the small old town where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class

Where everything he did he always had to ask
She came from a place that was so alone
You know the same old tail of a broken home
Her momma was an alkie and more like a friend

Had three different kids from three different men
And that's just the way shit was
Couldn't change it, couldn't rearrange it so there it was
Anyway the two kept on

With the phone calls notes and so on and so on
And after the bullshitin' and whatten'
That day came the two started fuckin'
All the time you know kids habit's

Every single day fuckin' like rabbits
Sneakin' out the car when he was 15
Climbin' in the window and fuckin' all night see
Fuckin' during lunch in the junior high bathrooms

Drinking champagne and trippin' on mushrooms
His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet
Ninth grade came, I'm pregnant
Shit got frantic and man, oh Lord it was a tough decision

But they decided to abort it
It might have been right, it might have been wrong
But one thing's for sure, it really fucked his head up
Where is it, who is it, how is it, was it right?

These are the things he thought in bed at night
A lot of people might laugh at this
But fuck 'em they don't know the half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game, I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'

Now as time went on the the two kept on
They kept seeing each other off and on
See she moved to the city and you know what happened
Black chick with a real white accent

Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure
Yeah, she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside

See all the first guy did was just love her
While that punk mother fucker used to beat her and punch her
She was livin' all wild
I think all she ever wanted was the love of her own child

She asked the first guy to have his baby
He looked at her like she must be crazy
He was makin' records and goin' on tour
20,000 people hip hoppin' on the floor

And all that while she sat at home and got macked
If she stepped out of line she got slapped
And then one day she prayed to the Lord to take that guy away
And he did, he got caught with a loaded gun

And went to jail, but first she had his son
Oh and now what to do
She had no man, no money, and no clue
Now the other guy came back from tourin'

And she called him up early one mornin'
They hooked up her mind was blown
As he began to raise her son as his own
And that's a lot of shit to deal with man

And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand
And people still laugh at this shit
Fuck 'em they don't know the half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game, I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'

Now for the next year there was some good times
A few bad times, mostly good times
See he was a ramblin' man to the bone
He liked women and wine and he loved to roam

Not like she was any kind of Saint
See in this story there's a lot of red paint
But time kept slippin' and made her crazy
And she talked about havin' another baby

The guy was like, oh Lord
We got one now that we can't afford
But she convinced she could handle even two
Said I want your child or I'm leavin' you

I can't figure out why then he didn't run
I guess he was attached to her and her son
All confused about what to do
That girl met another guy and was fuckin' him too

Slut, could barely pay her rent
And then the same old shit, I'm pregnant
And if that ain't some shit 'cuz
The girl didn't even know who the father was

And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then a little girl on the fourth of July

Was born in the front seat of his car
It was amazing
Kinda like a shooting star
He was happy told his family and friends

Only to realize later his little girl wasn't his
And that crushed him quick
Suicidal thoughts were in his head real thick
But before he found all that out

From the same chic another kid popped out
And that shit's real I'll
Girl told him that she was takin' the fuckin' pill
She must have known all along

The little girl wasn't his and she was tryin' to latch on
Three different kids from three different men
History repeats itself again
And after some more shit got stirred

He kicked that bitch to the curb
And now from her, he's got a little boy that makes him laugh a bit
Huh, And he loves him
But still you don't know the fuckin' half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game, I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'

I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'

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I Don'T Believe You - Lyrics - Bob Dylan

Title: I Don'T Believe You
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
I can't understand, she let go of my hand
An' left me here facing the wall
I'd sure like to know, why she did go
But I can't get close to her at all

Though we kissed through the wild blazing nighttime
She said she would never forget
But now morning is clear, it's like I ain't here
She acts like we never met

It's all new to me like some mystery
It could even be like a myth
Yet it's hard to think on that she's the same one
That last night I was with

From darkness, dreams are deserted
Am I still dreamin' yet?
I wish she'd unlock her voice once an' talk
'Stead of acting like we never met

If she ain't feelin' well then why don't she tell
'Stead of turnin' her back to my face?
Without any doubt, she seems too far out
For me to return to her chase

Though her skirt it swayed as a guitar played
Her mouth was watery and wet
But now something has changed for she ain't the same
She just acts like we never have met

If I didn't have to guess, I'd gladly confess
To anything I might've tried
If I was with her too long or have done something wrong
I'd wish she'd tell me what it is, I'll run an' hide

Though the night ran swirling an' whirling
I remember her whispering yet
But evidently she don't, evidently she won't
She just acts like we never have met

I'm leavin' today, I'll be on my way
Of this I can't say very much
But if you want me to, I can be just like you
An' pretend that we never have touched

An' if anybody asks me, "Is it easy to forget?"
I'll say, "It's easily done
You just pick anyone
An' pretend that you never have met"

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Take Ya Clothes Off - Lyrics - Bone Crusher

Title: Take Ya Clothes Off
Artist: Bone Crusher
Composer(s): Jevor Campbell, Wayne Hardnette, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson

Lyric:
En-E Men E Miny Mo
To the booty club we go
(Where y'all boys goin'?)
'Bout to go and see some naked hoes

Slack it when they pass the dro
Shake it like a jelly roll
Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie!
Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie!

Oh! Oh! Oh!
And lemme see you shake it, baby
Oh! Oh! Oh!
And shake that behind, baby!

Oh! Oh! Oh!
And lemme see you glide, baby
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Take ya clothes off get butt naked!

Her nickname Gyro! A super booty hoe
She put that thang on them niggaz till you lose control
It's a ballerate to inadavertigate
For the sex and the love the niggaz gonna pay

She gotta a thang about the way she move that body, baby!
And she can pop that pussy till the street baby
Or she just a sexy bitch, she love that hard shit
I put a ten dollar bill in the fuckin' clip

But I ain't mad though, she take it to the floor
The way she bouncin' that ass make a nigga know
Or she a poetist the way she hustle shit
Or shake that ass, baby, work for these presidents

En E Men E Miny Mo
To the booty club we go
(Where y'all boys goin'?)
'Bout to go and see some naked hoes

Slack it when they pass the dro
Shake it like a jelly roll
Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie!
Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie!

Oh! Oh! Oh!
And lemme see you shake it, baby!
Oh! Oh! Oh!
And shake that behind, baby!

Oh! Oh! Oh!
And lemme see you glide, baby
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Take ya clothes off, get butt naked!

With the bitches in the club getting naked for cheese
Like a good Sunday night up in Jazzy-T
Make the pussy breath the game Bone Crusher and me
You were mad 'cuz we were drinkin' that's what we came to see

Did we make you hang low, bitch, I love that?
'Cuz there ain't nothin' wrong with a good shake at
I love that, now do your thang, baby
Make your in, now, run a long and let me holler at your friends

Shake it like a motherfucker, move it like a vibrator
Shorty kinda a sweet and they shook her like annihilator
Popo with their bed breakers, all they got their bread makin'
Alcohol with this fish brining mo makin' all I need is new shoes

'Cuz he about to start a screw
Momma gotta work gotta do what she gotta do
Beat up the dude, she was down under love the rent man
So she went to work at Nintendo

En E Men E Miny Mo
To the booty club we go
(Where y'all boys goin'?)
'Bout to go and see some naked hoes

Slack it when they pass the dro
Shake it like a jelly roll
Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie!
Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie!

Oh! Oh! Oh!
And lemme see you shake it, baby!
Oh! Oh! Oh!
And shake that behind, baby!

Oh! Oh! Oh!
And lemme see you glide, baby
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Take ya clothes off, get butt naked!

It's the hustle, man, money and diamond rings
She gonna make she stack all the paper mates
It's a grinders party, 365, 7 days
She gonna make sure she stays fly

Here's a 100, baby, I don't need change
Just make sure you keep movin' that thing
I love the way the pros do it, you know that
You gonna make be rebirth back to sadillac

To the floor with that thing, baby
(Roll call!)
Take off that bra, take off them draws
Get on all fours, do the doggy crawl
You so fine you gonna me me stand up, applause

En E Men E Miny Mo
To the booty club we go
(Where y'all boys goin'?)
'Bout to go and see some naked hoes

Slack it when they pass the dro
Shake it like a jelly roll
Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie!
Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie!

Oh! Oh! Oh!
And lemme see you shake it, baby!
Oh! Oh! Oh!
And shake that behind, baby!

Oh! Oh! Oh!
And lemme see you glide, baby
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Take ya clothes off, get butt naked!

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Blues Never Fade Away - Lyrics - The Captain and the Kid - Elton John

Title: Blues Never Fade Away
Album: The Captain and the Kid
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
He wasn't famous but I sure did love him
I got his picture in a little frame
He lost his life to a big disease
Before it even had a name

But there's so many more and I've lost count
The hows and whys aren't important now
All that matters is they came around
And brightened up our lives

She was twenty one with her life ahead
You don't need to know her name
She breathed her last on the cold stone floor
Of a Hollywood arcade

But fates right hand isn't always just
Puts a lot of pressure on your faith and trust
She was just a little girl, ain't that enough
To rage against the day?

And how did we get so lucky?
Targets on the rifle range
Who makes the call and who gets to choose?
Who get to win and who get to lose?

It's like a rolling dice in the belly of the blues
And blues never fade away
Hey, hey, hey, colors run when the rain falls
But blues never fade away

He shone so bright with a lust for life
Like the Sun King that he was
His passions hung upon his walls
And were printed onto cloth

And for reasons I never understood
About the choices made between the bad and good
I've tried to figure out
Why the pain never goes away

And how did we get so lucky?
Targets on the rifle range
Who makes the call and who get to choose?
Who gets to win and who get to lose?

It's like a rolling dice in the belly of the blues
And blues never fade away
Hey, hey, hey, colors run when the rain falls
But blues never fade away

And there's marble markers and little white crosses
Along the beaten path
And I've spread their ashes on the wind
And I miss John Lennon's laugh

And how did we get so lucky?
Targets on the rifle range
Who makes the call and who gets to choose?
Who gets to win and who get to lose?

And how did we get so lucky?
Targets on the rifle range
Who makes the call and who gets to choose?
Who gets to win and who get to lose?

It's like a rolling dice in the belly of the blues
And blues never fade away
Hey, hey, hey, all the colors run when the rain falls
And blues never fade away

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Z - Lost One - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Lost One
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Mark Batson, Dawaun Parker, Shawn Carter, Chrisette Payne, Andre Young

Lyric:
It's not a diss song, it's just a real song
Feel me?

I heard *** sayin' they made Hov
Made Hov say, "Okay, so make another Hov"
*** wasn't playin' they day role
So we parted ways like Ben and J-Lo

I shoulda been did it but I been in a daze though
I put friends over business end of the day though
But when friends, business interests as they go
Ain't nothin' left to say though
I guess we forgot what we came fo'

I shoulda stayed in food and beverage
Too much flossin', too much Sam Rothstein
I ain't a *** but I gotta divorce them
Hov had to get the shallow *** up off him

And I ain't even want to be famous
*** is brainless to unnecessarily go through these changes
And I don't even know how it came to this
Except that fame is the worst drug known to man

It's stronger than heroin
When you could look in the mirror like, "There I am"
And still not see what you become
I know I'm guilty of it too but not like them
You lost one

Lose one, let go to get one
Let one, lose some to win some
Sorry, I'm a champion, sorry, I'm a champion
You lost one

I don't think it's meant to be, B
But she loves her work more than she does me
And honestly, at twenty three
I would probably love my work more than I did she

So we ain't we, it's me and her
'Cause what she prefers over me is work
And that's where we differ
So I have to give her free time even if it hurts

So breathe, mami, it's deserved
You've been put on this earth
To be all you can be, like the reserves
And me? My time in the army, it's served
So I have to allow she, her time to serve

The time's now for her, in time, she'll mature
And maybe we can be we again like we were
Finally, my time's too short to share
And to ask her now, it ain't fair
So yeah, she lost one

Lose one, let go to get one
Let one, lose some to win some
Sorry, I'm a champion, sorry, I'm a champion
You lost one

My nephew died in the car I bought
So I'm under the belief it's partly my fault
Close my eyes and squeeze, try to block that thought
Place any burden on me but please, not that, Lord

But time don't go back, it goes forward
Can't run from the pain, go towards it
Some things can't be explained, what caused it
Such a beautiful soul, so pure ***

Gonna see you again, I'm sure of it
'Til that time, little man, I'm nauseous
Your girlfriend's pregnant, the Lord's gift
Almost lost my faith, that restored it

It's like havin' your life restarted
Can't wait for your child's life, to be a part of it
So now I'm child-like, waitin' for a gift
To return when I lost you, I lost it

Lose one, let go to get one
Let one, lose some to win some
Sorry, I'm a champion, Colleek, you're a champion
I lost one

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Z - Lost Ones - Lyrics - Kingdom Come - Jay

Title: Z - Lost Ones
Album: Kingdom Come
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Mark Batson, Dawaun Parker, Shawn Carter, Chrisette Payne, Andre Young

Lyric:
It's not a diss song, it's just a real song
Feel me?

I heard *** sayin' they made Hov
Made Hov say, "Okay, so make another Hov"
*** wasn't playin' they day role
So we parted ways like Ben and J-Lo

I shoulda been did it but I been in a daze though
I put friends over business end of the day though
But when friends, business interests as they go
Ain't nothin' left to say though
I guess we forgot what we came fo'

I shoulda stayed in food and beverage
Too much flossin', too much Sam Rothstein
I ain't a *** but I gotta divorce them
Hov had to get the shallow *** up off him

And I ain't even want to be famous
*** is brainless to unnecessarily go through these changes
And I don't even know how it came to this
Except that fame is the worst drug known to man

It's stronger than heroin
When you could look in the mirror like, "There I am"
And still not see what you become
I know I'm guilty of it too but not like them
You lost one

Lose one, let go to get one
Let one, lose some to win some
Sorry, I'm a champion, sorry, I'm a champion
You lost one

I don't think it's meant to be, B
But she loves her work more than she does me
And honestly, at twenty three
I would probably love my work more than I did she

So we ain't we, it's me and her
'Cause what she prefers over me is work
And that's where we differ
So I have to give her free time even if it hurts

So breathe, mami, it's deserved
You've been put on this earth
To be all you can be, like the reserves
And me? My time in the army, it's served
So I have to allow she, her time to serve

The time's now for her, in time, she'll mature
And maybe we can be we again like we were
Finally, my time's too short to share
And to ask her now, it ain't fair
So yeah, she lost one

Lose one, let go to get one
Let one, lose some to win some
Sorry, I'm a champion, sorry, I'm a champion
You lost one

My nephew died in the car I bought
So I'm under the belief it's partly my fault
Close my eyes and squeeze, try to block that thought
Place any burden on me but please, not that, Lord

But time don't go back, it goes forward
Can't run from the pain, go towards it
Some things can't be explained, what caused it
Such a beautiful soul, so pure ***

Gonna see you again, I'm sure of it
'Til that time, little man, I'm nauseous
Your girlfriend's pregnant, the Lord's gift
Almost lost my faith, that restored it

It's like havin' your life restarted
Can't wait for your child's life, to be a part of it
So now I'm child-like, waitin' for a gift
To return when I lost you, I lost it

Lose one, let go to get one
Let one, lose some to win some
Sorry, I'm a champion, Colleek, you're a champion
I lost one

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I Don'T Believe You - Lyrics - Glen Campbell

Title: I Don'T Believe You
Artist: Glen Campbell
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
I can't understand she let go of my hand
An' left me here facing the wall
I'd sure like to know why she did go
But I can't get close to her at all

Though we kissed through the wild blazing nighttime
She said she would never forget
But now morning is clear, it's like I ain't here
She just acts like we never have met

If I didn't have to guess, well, I'd gladly confess
To anything that I might have tried
If I was with her too long or I've done something wrong
I wish she'd tell me what it is I'll run and hide

From darkness, dreams are deserted
Am I still dreaming yet?
Well, I wish she'd unlock her voice once and talk
'Stead of acting like we never have met

If she ain't feeling well then why don't she tell
'Stead of turning her back to my face
Without any doubt now she seems too far out for me
To return to her chase

Though the night ran swirling and whirling
I remember her whispering yet
But evidently she don't, an' evidently she won't
She just acts like we never have met

Well, I'm leavin' today, I'll be on my way
Of this I can't say very much
But if you want me to I can be just like you
And pretend that we never have touched

And if anybody should ask me
Is it easy to forget?
I'll say it's easily done, you just pick anyone
And pretend that you never have met

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P Is Still Free - Lyrics - Return Of The Boom Bap - Krs One

Title: P Is Still Free
Album: Return Of The Boom Bap
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Chris Martin, Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Ah yeah, all ruffneck rudebwoy hold tight
Just a little somethin' for the Jeep
Turn my voice up a little bit, let's get this started
Comin' to you live and direct from the 1986 version, comin' up to 1993
Of course, Premier on the beat, now check it out

The girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah
I said the girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah

Ridin' one day in a '92 Beamer
After seven years I seen Denise she still a skeezer
But look what she did, she went and had a kid, no dad
And just released her ass out the rehab

You think she'd act like she don't know
She's still a hoe but I'm checkin' my man for the show
Hi, DJ KRS
She tried to shake her butt, I rolled my window up

She got pissed and said, "You ain't all that"
And went and got some other girl schemin' for crack
In my car, I couldn't hear what they spoke about
I hit the accelerator and I was out

I never check my man but I knew the plan
Come to the jam MC's in there be thinkin' they Superman
Sure enough, the place is packed with no breeze
Crazy girls and wall to wall MC's

I'm like a cat these MC's are Fancy Feast
I'm thinkin' of rhymes but I'm interrupted by Denise
She said, "Kris, I really need a favor, honey
My girlfriend here really needs some quick money"

I looked at her girlfriend and her girlfriend was fly
But I ain't stupid, she had that look in her eye
I touched her back, she said, "Denise has he got the crack?
Is he the one? I gotta run back and feed my son"

I said, "How old is your son?" She said, "Three months"
I walked away but my man cold bust her fronts
So she pulled out a gun and shot him in the party
Except for the MC's, I knew everybody

She tried to let off a shot, one more time
But got stomped so bad, she turned to whine
No one could find Denise for several weeks
You know the time on this '93 beat

The girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah
I said the girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah

I knew a group that had a dope lead singer
Swinger, single guy, that knew his style was fly
After the show he was tired sweaty and kinda sloppy
But of course, a million girls are in the lobby

He saw a group of girls hangin' out and lookin' good
So he took one to his room because he knew he could
Inside the room he said, "Make love to me and never stop"
She said, "Sure, but how's about a crack rock?"

I knew my man down the hall had it all
So he called, down the hall but homeboy wasn't there at all
He turned to the girl and said, "My man ain't there"
So she let down her hair, unzipped his pants down right there

Oral sex in effect or rather deep throat
But just before he came she bit his dick and slit his throat
As he fell back dizzy, he began to choke
She took his wallet and said, "You ain't broke"

The girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah
I said the girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Yes, Premier you know you rule hip-hop
An' yes, Ced Gee you know you run hip-hop
An' yes, Kenny bwoy you run hip-hop
An' but KRS-One'll rock it non-stop

When I'm in Brooklyn, we rulin' hip-hop
When I'm in Jersey, we runnin' hip-hop
Over in Brazil yes, we rulin' hip-hop
Over in Germany, we rulin' hip-hop

But in New York, we rulin' y'all tonight badda-bye-bye-bye
In New York, we rulin' y'all tonight
We come to rock you whether you black or you white
'Cause KRS-One, you know I'm never frank, come catch the style

The girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah
I said the girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah

Boogie Down Productions
Boogie Down Productions
Boogie Down Productions
Boogie Down Productions
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Don'T U Know - Lyrics - Ol' Dirty Bastard

Title: Don'T U Know
Artist: Ol' Dirty Bastard
Composer(s): Russell Jones, Robert Diggs

Lyric:
"Oh cutie, got it goin' on"
"Cute, what, that dirty motherfucker"
"You buggin'"
"Ain't no buggin', he's some ugly motherfucker"
"You buggin', no, look at his disposition, shorty gotta stride"

"What stride, ugly motherfucker, he ain't shit"
"See, that's my plate, brother may kill me like that"
"You got mad sour flavor on shorty, 'cuz that ain't shit at all"
"I'm, yo, G, I don't think you really realizes it, look at him"

"Look at what, dirty motherfucker, he ain't shit"
"You don't see what I see, B"
"I don't see nothin', you ain't blind, sisso"
"True, true, personally, just look at him, homies at his disposition"

Approach the school nine thirty, you're late, this time happy
The solution was my date, get in your class, walk to your chair
Pop is all you see and then occasionally stare at the teacher
More, tune in to we're clockin' ya, lean back at this girl kept clockin'

Ya' hood simulated from a 'Sensimilia' blonde, tell the young girl
Baby, you're the one I want, she doesn't respond, pretends to ignore
So you say to yourself, it be her old and sore mentally pitchin' lies
The aim on the board as hot and wild pussy you cannot afford this

Ooh, what slim and trim was my inner friend, dear, quietly I want him
To know my boots, to rap out loose in my class, but I kept sayin'
The size of my dick and that ass, so I turned around to arrange a date
Swingin' episode, baby, number one's gotta say it, she popped a gum

Cold twist to come, I said, baby, how you feel? She said, sure
Then I said, sure, I just found my thrill wear it in the classroom
Know I'm Blueberry Hill, 'cause what I said just bottled her hate
She put her face on the chest, this is what the bitch said

"Because of you I ain't hurtin' but then my, within my heart
'Cause no, I'm not right to be flirtin, but our relationship has to start
You're the one that I'm clockin', stop or you could stop mockin'
Don't want you to see me cry, this is why, this is why, this is why"

I met a girl named Chandra, from way down yonder
'The apple of my eye' had a Snapple and some fries, forgot the catch's Up, thats when I pressed up, "I've been watching you mowin' your lawn"
The thoughts were flowin', while I'm holding the palm

"Hey whats that on your menu?" from there we continued
And talk about this and that we chit and chat, sipped on the Coke
Then I stroked the back as she giggled and I wiggled to the bra
She said, nah, that's when I noticed her pah

Big Tank, who did nothing but the spank at parties, drink Bacardi
And didn't think just act silly, with his brother Willy another Hillbilly Gettin' ill with the Philly and moonshine, but it's a new time of day
On the stoop doin' the Patty Duke, ok, it's like that old flip flaps
Through the shower caps, the platform shoes to Apple Jacks
Chub, chub

Yo, you niggaz, niggaz be actin' like they be lovin' them, them, them Fancy bitches, I, I likes me a nasty bitch, bitch that's willing to do Anything at any given time, bitch, gotta be nasty 'cuz I'm a nasty nigga
I do anything baby, I wouldn't give a fuck what it was
I'll, ah, anythin' I'm a nasty motherfucker, girl

I'm just sittin' right, in my class at a quarter to ten, right
Waiting patiently for the class to begin, right, teacher says
"Open up your texts, you read the first paragraph on 'Oral Sex'"
I said "Oral sex, what kind of class is this?"

Yo, next to me said, "Whats wrong with you man, this is a lesson
That makes you feel fine, kinda ease your nerves and relax your mind"
I said "Don't try to use no hypnotic spell"
She said "Be my assistant, I'd show rather tell"

My knees buckled heart started to drop my dick grew to a size
That my nerve couldn't stop, I tried to run, She yelled out "Freeze"
Pulled down my draws, dropped to her knees, ripped of my draws
As if she had claws, broke the rules that defined, sex laws

She responded quick, with a slick, welcomin' kiss and a ice cream lick
Ooh, I begged, I begged, "Easy on my balls, they're fragile as eggs"
Part 2 comin' up

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Red Hot Riplets - Lyrics - Murphy Lee

Title: Red Hot Riplets
Artist: Murphy Lee
Composer(s): Tohri Murphy Lee Harper, Jason Epperson

Lyric:
[Incomprehensible]
Got shit 'coz I dare too much
Gimme, gimme, got shit 'coz I dare too much
Gimme, gimme, got shit 'coz I dare too much
Gimme, gimme

Uh, uh, uh, uh
I'm automatical, infatical, radical even
I wanna clear all the misconceptions and shit ya believe in
I'm leavin' nothin' to the imagination
I won't stop on my emanicipation, proclamation
Through the radio stations

Facin' me, ain't that hard but it ain't that easy
Like I don't know when to play hard and when to play easy
Believe me, George and Weezy couldn't move up this fast
I'm lappin' everybody can't tell if I'm first or last

It won't hurt ya ass, but it might hurt yo ass
To come trippin', find dirty got the perfect stash
The perfect gat, left in ya ass thought I would run
Laughin' at them niggaz who thought derrty was done

I'm a son of a G, I'm not a son of bitch
I'm makin' sure that my son and my sons gon' be rich
Daughters and my daughters in no particular order
I leave 'em layin' up out the water wit straps to protect they ball up
'Coz I call it

I need some Kool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot riplets
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can dip
That's all

I need some Kool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot riplets
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can dip
That's all

Baby girl, you sweeter than Kool-Aid, the red flavor
"Ooh that's my favorite", yeah I know my game is major
She gave me her card, she said I can page her
I was gon' wait a couple of days but I did her a favor

Call her now, invite myself awake the neighbors
Beatin' loud, swoopin' like a caped crusader
Without the cape, without the tights
Her baby daddy was the type to have a truck like mine
No beach rims, no door pipes

Of course that, I love her apple bottom short set
She got upset, I said she couldn't fire up a cigarette
Small brat, ain't used to cats wit short stacks
If you ask me for summin', drop her off where the porch at

I'm on a mission, turn the keys in the ignition
Beat steady, beatin' Tweeter steady whistlin'
She's seen my glisten, started to trip
Murph, she's all that and a bag of chips

I need some Kool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot riplets
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can dip
That's all

I need some Kool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot riplets
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can dip
That's all

Look, I want some mushu whether I'm in Cali or Cancun
No goin' out, I like to stay in my damn room, damn
She got a donkey-o, this must be a damn zoo, ooh
Look at the monkey yo, she must be a baboon!

Please don't feed me mama, I'm like an animal
Especially after 12, can you handle my stamina?
You won't believe the things I say when you walk by
My game cool but when it's on but it's hot when I talk high

Now ought I take you home but am I wrong
I'm a kid ma, you know I don't wanna be Home Alone
Plus I felt summin' therre when we was dancin' on that song
I like togetherness, can we all get along?

Can we all, get in my car and talk about it in the morn'
And make decisions when wake up and yawn
Come on, you can tell me if you like it or not
'Coz I'ma have my Kool-Aid and my riplets red hot

I need some Kool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot riplets
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can dip
That's all

I need some Kool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot riplets
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can dip
That's all

Yo, yo, them muthafuckas just too damn hot
Nigga like the pie in the window
Cross the gun line and even get shot to find the indo
Eatin' red hot, riplets promotin' passin' out snippets
Seen you walkin' wit the triplets, I'm clubbin' lookin' terrific

I need some Kool-Aid, shit I got to get it wit it
Put my spoon up in ya pitcher see if it fit up in it
And smoke for a second, and told her I'll wreck it
Told her groupie connection, got in the room and told her get naked

Told the Lunatics, told her how I reflect it
Lemme show you from the Show-Me, no talk fo sho respect it
And ya red hot butt and now ya say ya hearin' not
It's the rap Fred Flintstone, I makin' the Bed Rock

I give it to ya never failin' ya, handlin' business I'm tellin' ya
You ever need me again I'ma be through in on my celluar
And I'ma store y'all never on the red hot riplets and Kool-Aid
I need my money nigga

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New Galfriend - Lyrics - Diana King

Title: New Galfriend
Artist: Diana King
Composer(s): Andy Marvel, Handel Tucker, Diana Eugena King

Lyric:
Hi, how you doin', long time no see?
Still remember your face
'Cause I see it in my dreams
Boy you're looking good, but then you always did
Who's the chick with the pretty face
Is she the one you're with?

Don't tell me you want us to be friends
That's something I just can't do
Boyfriend I'm sorry, forgive me
I got plans for you

I don't like your new galfriend
'Cause she's standing in the place
Where I should have been
I don't like your new galfriend
She's messing with my head
She's sleeping in my bed

See I had it all worked out
To get you back as my man
To have her in my way wasn't part of the plan
What is this I see, a new shinning diamond ring
Are you sure she has no secrets
'Cause I've heard so many things

Was it so easy, to leave me?
And find somebody new
You'll be sorry, without me
'Cause she's no good for you

No, no, I don't like your new galfriend
'Cause she's standing in the place
Where I should have been
I don't like your new galfriend
She's messing with my head
She's sleeping in my bed

I don't like your new garlfriend
And I don't think that you should ever see her again
I don't like your new galfriend
She's messing with my plan
She's fucking with my man

Drop the version

Comp, comp, comp, comp, competition
Mi depon a mission
Dis a gal wasn't part a mi plan
Mi have a mission, fi get yu bak as mi man
Meanwhile drop the version

What a position, a gal want a fraction
Gwaan run off your mout, you a go see some action
Mi av a mission, with me right on
When me done you a go need a physician

Who the girl they tell everyone
Who the girl they tell everyone
Who the girl they tell everyone
Who the girl they tell everyone

I don't like your new garlfriend
And I don't think that you should ever see her again
I don't like your new galfriend
She sleeping in your bed
Is messing with my head
I don't like your new garlfriend, no

Drop the version

Comp, comp, comp, comp, competition
Your new galfriend, your new galfriend

Your new galfriend, your new galfriend
Your new galfriend, your new galfriend
Your new galfriend, your new galfriend
Your new galfriend, your new galfriend

Your new galfriend, your new galfriend
Your new galfriend, your new galfriend
Your new galfriend, your new galfriend
Your new galfriend, your new galfriend

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Ghetto Bird - Lyrics - Lethal Injection - Ice Cube

Title: Ghetto Bird
Album: Lethal Injection
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Bernard Worrell, William Earl Collins, Quincy Jones, David Spradley, O'Shea Jackson, Jr., George Clinton, Garry Shider

Lyric:
Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood
Like everybody from the hood is up to no good
You think all the girls around here are trickin'
Up there lookin' like Superchicken

At night I see your light through my bedroom window
But I ain't got shit but the pad and pencil
I can't wait till I hear you say, "I'm going down, mayday, mayday"
I'm gonna clown 'cause every time that the pigs have got me

Y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi military force
But we don't want you, standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher
So fly like an eagle but don't follow us wherever we go
The shit that I'm saying, make sure it's heard
Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird

Run, run, run from the ghetto bird
Run, run, run from the ghetto bird

Now, my homies here to lick on a trick for a Rolex
And let me try the four next
Now the four I was driving is hotter than July
Looked up and didn't see it whippin' in the sky

Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom
Calling all cars, I think we've got 'em
I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood
I think I drove through every single hood

South Central, Compton and Watts
Long Beach, bust a U, here come the cops
Wish I had a genie with about three wishes
Metal flake green on D's, I look suspicious

You know that I'm running, shit, I hear it humming
Fuck, I see it coming, is it a bird? Yup, is it a plane? No
I hit me a right on El Segundo
Wanted to holla, had to ditch the Impala

Let's see if they would follow
Me, hit a fence, hit a fence and another
Met me a baby pitbull and his mother
Ran up in some people's house and looked out of the window

I wish it was my ten-four
Had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third
'Cuz I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird

Just put his hat, he combed his hair and then put his hat back on
He's acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115 miles an hour
With the police chasing him, they're not gonna be real happy
When they catch up with him, no matter what, but the
They hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse

Officer Bird's on his way and I don't wanna see him
Could you please give me the keys to the B.M.?
See, I didn't want to gank you
But don't make me bank you, thank you

Tried to get to the hood, and you might guess
That a fool like me woulda shot Cyrus
Incognito, Ghetto Eagle
Saying, "Fuck, where did he go?"

I bust me a left from Rubellon
Parked the 735 and I'm bailin'
Went to my home girl's house and got a hug man
She helped me run like Harriet Tubman

Looked out the window by the black bed
I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed
Then the light from the bird hit me in the face
I close the blinds 'cause I didn't wanna catch a case

All that night, I heard the bird circle
While I was eating fish and watching Urkel
She said I could sleep on the couch
By two a.m. I was digging her out, fuck the ghetto bird

Which way is he going now?
Okay, now, now he's, he's actually Southbound on a service street
And, Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here
And figure out which service street he suddenly turned off on
The sheriffs are, are, well I know that sheriffs ground units got thrown off

Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird

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Raw - Lyrics - The Very Best Of Big Daddy Kane - Big Daddy Kane

Title: Raw
Album: The Very Best Of Big Daddy Kane
Artist: Big Daddy Kane
Composer(s): Marlon Williams, Antonio Hardy

Lyric:
Here I am R A W
Terrorist, here to bring trouble to
Phoney emcees, I move on and seize
I just conquer, and stomp another rapper with ease

'Cause I'm at my apex and others are be-low
Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo
Second to none, making emcees run
Also don't try to step to me, 'cause I ain't the one

I relieve rappers just like Tylenol
And they know it, so I don't see why you all
Try to front, perpetrating a stunt
When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt

I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like Sushi
The Sage of Rage is what rap did to me
To make me want to create chaos and mayhem
Cold rock a party, until the a.m.

I'll make a muscle, grab the mike and hustle
While you stand dazed and amazed, I'll bust a little rhyme
With authority, superiority
And captivate the whole crowd's majority

The rhymes I use definitely amuse
Better than Dynasty or Hill Street Blues
I'm sure to score, endure for more without a flaw
'Cause I get raw

I give a speech like a reverend, rappers start severin'
And in my lifetime, believe I've never been beaten
Or eaten, or just tookin' out
You know, come to think about, I keep emcees lookin' out

And real nervous, when I'm at your service
Also give me that title boy, you don't deserve this
I work like a slave to become a master
And when I say a rhyme, you know that it has to

Be perfectly fitted 'cause I'm committed
The entertainer and trainer and Kane'll get with it
I go and flow and grow to let you know, I'll damage ya
I'm not an amateur but a professional unquestionable
Without a doubt superb

Also full of action, my name should be a verb
My voice will float, on every note
When I clear my throat, that's all she wrote
The minute that the Kane starts to go on

Believe it's gonna be smooth sailing so sail on
As I put other rappers out of their misery
Get 'em in a battle and make them all history
Rulin' and schoolin', emcees that I'm duelin'

Watch 'em all take a fall as I sit back coolin'
On a throne with a bronze microphone
Uh, God bless the child that can hold his own
'Cause I get raw

Chillin', killin' like a villain
The meaning of RAW is Ready And Willing
To do whatever is clever, take a loss never
And the rhymes I bust, comin off is a must

And I come off hard with rhymes that are odd
I rip the microphone and leave it scarred
Never smokin' or hittin' or takin a sniff
Only crushin' emcees that be tryin' to riff

I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic
Make emcees panic, they all get frantic
And skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive
As I rocked, but hey, what you expected?

I'll get raw for ya, just like a warrior
Rather like a samurai, and I'll be damn if I
Ever let a Fisher-Price emcee hang
Their rhymes are toy, nothing but Ying Yang

So if we battle on the microphone
Bring your own casket and tombstone
And I'ma preach your funeral, tell me who in the world
Could ever come with more, I get raw

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Mama, I'M Alright - Lyrics - Kerosene - Miranda Lambert

Title: Mama, I'M Alright
Album: Kerosene
Artist: Miranda Lambert
Composer(s): Travis Howard, Miranda Leigh Lambert

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Lyric:
The sun just got through going down
On a sleepy little Texas town
Population plus one minus one

A new grandma rocks my sister's kid
Just like twenty years ago she did
The same thing in that same chair
She said, "This one's born to run"

Every day at noon like a chapel bell
Find her Jesus keep her well
Help her do more right than wrong
At the end of the day

I got 5 good years and a tank of gas
Fifty watts and Johnny Cash
A guitar and a broken heart
Just full of things to say

You taught me how to stand those tests and trials
But you can't see a desert sunrise in the Bible

She loves me more than anything
And she wants the world for me
Her west dropped of in El Paso
And her north in Abilene

Mama, I'm okay out here
I've seen how hard the world can be
My step is sure and I know my name
I'm strong just like you prayed I'd be
I'm strong just like you prayed I'd be

If I'd have done what you and daddy done
Would have never lost and never won
Or gotten myself kicked
When I was down

I would not know how to travel well
A hundred bucks and cheap motels
I would not know how to fight
For my own heart next time around

Don't you cry another night about me
In this city I've got angels all around me

She loves me more than anything
And she wants the world for me
Her west dropped of in El Paso
And her north in Abilene

Hey mama, I'm okay out here
I've seen how hard the world can be
My step is sure and I know my name
I'm strong just like you prayed Id be
I'm strong just like you prayed I'd be

I felt it every time you prayed for me
I'm strong just like you prayed I'd be

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Wanted: Dead Or Alive - Lyrics - Kool G. Rap &Amp; Dj Polo

Title: Wanted: Dead Or Alive
Artist: Kool G. Rap &Amp; Dj Polo
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, Nathaniel Thomas Wilson

Lyric:
Calling all units, be on the lookout for a Nissan sedan
License plates reads, "K O O L G R A P"
Be alert, suspect is armed and extremely dangerous
And also, he's wanted dead or alive
Find him

I'm wanted dead or alive
I stalk the New York sidewalk
All the girls hawk, but I don't stop to talk
I keep stepping with a nine on my waistline

Got 16 shots and I don't waste mine
Never fess 'cause I'm dressed with a bulletproof vest
Try to test, I leave a bloody-ass mess

Driving a Saab that connects with the mob
Bank job, plenty niggers I rob
Blood stains are on my Ballys
A sucker got rowdy, so I shot him in an alley

Pumped his face full of dum-dums
Then left him for the cast of rats and the bums
Yo, a lot of suckers hate me with a passion
'Cause they know I can catch them one night and I ain't flashing

I got a crazy, big posse or should I say a crew?
Of niggers that belong in the zoo
Watch you spit up, blood when you get hit up
One in the head, making sure you don't get up

This is what happens and nobody can't stop it
Crack heads searching a dead man's pockets
Streets are filled with brothers that kill like Ill ville
They murdered before and they still will

Posse's roar in a drug war
'Cause some believe in death before poor
Shooting galleries for a rich man's salary
Pockets so fat they need dough or low calories

I got an order for another manslaughter
Wear the musty badge like his ass fell in water
I had to run up in the kid's crib
For something he did, I didn't dig the little pig

Anyway I didn't have it
In fact now the little fagot is crawling with maggots
Try to bother the neighborhood godfather
And I'll burn your ass up like lava

Took alive the suckers that tried to get live
I never fronted, I'm wanted dead or alive

Unit One, 10-13, suspects in pursuit
Between 7th and Broadway
This is Unit Two, we're closing in
Proceed with caution

Here's the plan, Shannon, you bring the van
Everybody's wearing gloves on their hand
Strictly army suits and long black Timberland boots
I want us all to roll like troops

See now we get the roll on them
'Cause the punk little sucker they shot up came and told on them
I want him bagged them too
Cause ain't no telling of what he might do to my crew

Shoot a sucker at point-blank range
If he seems like he's acting strange
Dump the chump chain, go straight for the green and the jewels
And we can even take niggers' jewels

Shoot to kill and don't leave no witness
Survivors try to get live and get with this
Snatch up the top man and start slapping him
And put a cap in him and then start wrapping him

Up and pass no time to shiver
Stop on the bridge and deliver bodies into the river
Next stop, blow away that pain-in-the-ass cop
The one that keeps getting niggers knocked

Put an end to his shit and he ain't about making collars
The crooked-ass rookie wants dollars
My man Ron's on the rooftop, waiting to snipe
Two bullets went right through his windpipe

Cold blooded, shot down taking his very last breath
Left to bleed to death
Skip the jive, suckers that try to get live
Yo, I'm wanted dead or alive

Unit One, officer down, in need of paramedic
Unit Three, requesting back-up
I repeat, officer requesting back-up
Yo this is Unit Two

Yo I'm in pursuit of him right now
I got him, I got him, I got him
But when you see him, he won't be alive
'Cause I'm gonna get him

I'm wanted dead or alive
So you better go and pin up posters
Souls are burning like bread in the toaster
You stand in a trance with your pants full of manure
Flesh and blood clogs up the street sewers

Ready to kill some one else and
'Cause I'm wanted dead or alive like Baby Face Nelson
Kick butts, a lot of heart, a lot of guts
And I'm quick to kick a nigger in his nuts

Armed robbery, homicide, third degree murder
Plus shit you never heard of
Come in my face with the he say, she say
And I'mma kick you up your ass like Pelé

One night some kids went for broke
And you can almost choke from the gun smoke
Somebody got robbed and got fed up
So he set up the block to get wet up

One kid got caught down a dead-end street
Gunned him down from his head to his feet
One brother got smoked in a car chase
Through the windshield, a bullet in the face

Left his head wide open like a basket
Went to his funeral, shot up his casket
This is the type of shit on the street I survive
Yo, I'm wanted dead or alive

Latest bulletin, suspect seen approaching West Side Highway
I repeat, all units cease pursuit, cease pursuit
Roadblock is now being set up
Over and out

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