Sink To The Bottom - Lyrics - Fountains Of Wayne - Fountains Of Wayne

Title: Sink To The Bottom
Album: Fountains Of Wayne
Artist: Fountains Of Wayne
Composer(s): Chris Collingwood, Adam Schlesinger

Lyric:
I wanna sink to the bottom with you
I wanna sink to the bottom with you
The ocean is big and blue
I just wanna sink to the bottom with you

Cars on the highway, planes in the air
Everyone else is going somewhere
But I'm going nowhere, getting there soon
I might as well just sink down with you

I wanna sink to the bottom with you
I wanna sink to the bottom with you
The ocean is big and blue
I just wanna sink to the bottom with you
Well, I just wanna

Out on the highway, up in the air
Everyone else is going somewhere
They're going nowhere and I'll be there too
I might as well go under with you

I wanna sink to the bottom with you
I wanna sink to the bottom with you
The ocean is big and blue
I just wanna sink to the bottom with you

I just wanna sink to the bottom with you
I wanna sink to the bottom with you
The ocean is big and blue
I just wanna sink to the bottom with you

I just wanna
I just wanna
I just wanna
I just wanna

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The Bottom - Lyrics - Dressed Up As Life - Sick Puppies

Title: The Bottom
Album: Dressed Up As Life
Artist: Sick Puppies
Composer(s): Emma Anzai, Antonina Armato, Brett Creswell, Timothy James, Shimon Moore

Lyric:
If you wanna sink to the bottom with me
[Incomprehensible], reeling and rotten beneath
One, two, three and down you go
You'll be smiling before you know
If you wanna sink to the bottom with me

We're all rotten, buried and forgotten, living it up underground
So take a ride, hey, hey, hey, hey
You really can't be looking so surprised
If you can't beat 'em, might as well eat them
No one's getting out alive, give it a try, hey, hey, hey, hey
It really is a wicked way to die

Listen, my friend, to sound of the sweet melody
Doesn't it seem to resound like an old memory?
Screaming and crying, we'll have none of that
You had you're chance, now just sit and relax
Don't you wanna sink to the bottom with me?

We're all rotten, buried and forgotten, living it up underground
So take a ride, hey, hey, hey, hey
You really can't be looking so surprised
If you can't beat 'em, might as well eat them
No one's getting out alive, give it a try, hey, hey, hey, hey
It really is a wicked way to die

And you'll get used to it in a while
Look at the way each of us smile
You were living a fantasy
This is exactly what you need

If you wanna sink to the bottom with me
[Incomprehensible], reeling and rotten beneath
One, two, three and down you go
Feel that smile just start to grow
If you wanna sink to the bottom

We're all rotten, buried and forgotten, living it up underground
So take a ride, hey, hey, hey, hey
You really can't be looking so surprised
If you can't beat 'em, might as well eat them
No one's getting out alive, so give it a try, try, try, try
It really is a wicked way, it really is a wicked way
It really is a wicked way to die

They're all just so pathetic
It's all psychosomatic
The more they think, the more we know
So welcome home

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Big Blue Sea - Lyrics - Bob Schneider

Title: Big Blue Sea
Artist: Bob Schneider
Composer(s): Bob Schneider

Lyric:
Woke up in a stupor
Guess it's time to face the pooper
Sometimes I feel like superman
Sometimes I'm just recuperating, yeah

My head is twisting in it's cage
My mind feels like a twenty gage
I hope it's just a passing stage
My heart's not red, it's Beige

And it's days like this that burn me
Turn me inside out and learn me
Not to tell you anything I think I know
But I think I'll tell you all that I know

Try to tell you all about it
Thought you might've, Lord, I doubt it
Everyday's a waste, I know
And everyday's a funeral

Cutting out I'm feeling lost
Lost my mind I'm Mr. Frost
Collected all the evidence
I'm off the edge, I'm on the fence

And it's days like this that burn me
Turn me inside out and learn me
Not to tell you anything I think I know
Well, I think I'll tell you all that I know

I don't want to be alone, I want to be a stone
I wanna sink to the bottom of the ocean
And lie there with you 'til I'm gone

At the bottom of the big blue sea, just you and me
At the bottom of the big blue sea
The bottom of the big blue sea, just you and me
At the bottom of the big blue sea

I know I'll never know nobody
Better than I know myself
But I can't even figure out
Just what the fuck I'm all about

I'm sinking, I'm swimming, no wait a minute
I'm drowning, no I ain't kidding around
Sometimes I think I'm gonna make it
Sometimes I fake it

And it's days like this that burn me
Turn me inside out and learn me
Not to tell you anything I think I know
Well, I think I'll tell you all that I know

Anywhere and everywhere
Made up my mind it's getting weird
It's queer to think it might not
Get much better than today I fear

Won't know true happiness
I tried so hard, I did my best
My best wasn't good enough
Oh God, I hate this stuff

And it's days like this that burn me
Turn me inside out and learn me
Not to tell you anything I think I know
Well, I think I'll tell you all that I know

I don't want to be alone, I want to be a stone
I wanna sink to the bottom of the ocean
And lie there, laugh there with you
Laugh there with you till I'm gone

At the bottom of the big blue sea, just you and me
At the bottom of the big blue sea
The bottom of the big blue sea, just you and me
At the bottom of the big blue sea

And it's days like this that burn me
Turn me inside out and learn me
I said, it's days like this that burn me
Turn me inside out and learn me

And it's days like this that burn me
Turn me inside out and learn me
And not to tell you anything I think I know

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Nighttime Vultures - Lyrics - Hell On Earth - Mobb Deep

Title: Nighttime Vultures
Album: Hell On Earth
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert J Johnson, Kejuan W Muchita, Corey Woods

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Lyric:
Yo I rose early mornin' spread my wings yawnin'
Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin'
Look down and see dry blood all on my garment
It stained all my guess farmer's colored enormous

I hopped up outta my bed holdin' my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight man brawl three men fall
Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall

Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail
Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill
An eye for an eye you know my science of life
Is you man or mice thugs or the cowardly type

I kick the 98 shit for your ears to list
Nigga P where you headed it's time to pass kids
(What's the kids be doin' yo)
Kickin' rhymes that's true lies

Let me break 'em down to size minimize they air air time
After this you never will go back to that which
Sit back an' write half ass shit
The last official takin' out the artificial
Let me relieve you replace that shit with some lethal

Mobb, remember the name it's been along
That nigga's shook to death from the first fuckin' song
Fluidly my mind flooded with jewels infinite
The kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some live shit

Bear witness to this diligent street cat
I carry myself hold myself down in fact
This one dedicated to my niggaz on run
Holdin' big gats go for your gun

Prepare to crush them we trust none
Man who ain't down with the clan
The Mobb dynasty apparently you thought I was some other type
Nigga you could fuck with you shit outta luck

Boss I break your compass throw you way off course
We buildin' from ground up startin' from ground zero
Mafia on da see the name upon the mirror
Durable physically fit raps articulate

You get your whole skeleton
Cracked somethin' ridiculous
Still fascinated by my site
Little P wanna be me, uh you no D

One time son you know we be the illest in this
Push the shit back, QBC gat, plottin' to move back
The big mouth cat ship will sink to the bottom
Easily overthrowin' niggaz, rollin' over niggaz

Yo, crushed grills, dollar bills, swiss suit on
Screw on dry sell nigga with his loot on
Watch this, gun glock less, fiends scopin' out my rock shit
Diamond on some H and R Block shit

Hear me, gets Larry and his sneakers are shot
Word to me Dunn, the uniform do mean a lot
I approach lit up cousin sit up matter of fact get up
What fuss on the bottom face slit up

Yeah where you from I'm from here
You know Brina and Javier, and Little Life doin' thirty years
Analyzin' this wise guy a look alike first prize guy
Lit up the Thai said right

Emotionally playin' him close like I'm supposed to be
Somethin' spoke to me, it was this little nigga pokin' me
I heard sirens now turn around about to hit 'em
Son was pro nine with the emblem

Grabbed my goose down the walkie-talkie
Foul I'm loose now shot went off knocked the juice down
It ricocheted and hit a GS now here comes EMS
Dunn was leanin' near a ZX next time shits parental
God slap fire out yer mental jet in a boat with rims to mental

One time son you know we be the illest in this
Push the shit back, QBC gat, plottin' to move back
The big mouth cat ship will sink to the bottom
Easily overthrowin' niggaz, rollin' over niggaz

One time son you know we be the illest in this
Push the shit back, QBC gat, plottin' to move back
The big mouth cat ship will sink to the bottom
Easily overthrowin' niggaz, rollin' over niggaz

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Sink The Bismarck - Lyrics - Johnny Horton

Title: Sink The Bismarck
Artist: Johnny Horton
Composer(s): Tillman Franks, Johnny Horton

Lyric:
In May of 1941 the war had just begun
The Germans had the biggest ship that had the biggest guns
The Bismarck was the fastest ship that ever sailed the sea
On her decks were guns as big as steers and shells as big as trees

Out of the cold and foggy night came the British ship The Hood
And every British seaman, he knew and understood
They had to sink the Bismarck, the terror of the sea
Stop those guns as big as steers and those shells as big as trees

We'll find the German battleship that's makin' such a fuss
We gotta sink the Bismarck 'cause the world depends on us
Yeah hit the decks a runnin' boys and spin those guns around
And when we find the Bismarck we gotta cut her down

The Hood found the Bismarck and on that fatal day
The Bismarck started firing fifteen miles away
'We gotta sink the Bismarck' was the battle sound
But when the smoke had cleared away the mighty Hood went down

For six long days and weary nights they tried to find her trail
Churchill told the people put every ship asail
'Cause somewhere on that ocean I know she's gotta be
We gotta sink the Bismarck to the bottom of the sea

We'll find the German battleship that's makin' such a fuss
We gotta sink the Bismarck 'cause the world depends on us
Yeah hit the decks a runnin' boys and spin those guns around
When we find the Bismarck we gotta cut her down

The fog was gone the seventh day and they saw the morning sun
Ten hours away from homeland the Bismarck made its run
The Admiral of the British fleet said, "Turn those bows around"
We found that German battleship and we're gonna cut her down

The British guns were aimed and the shells were coming fast
The first shell hit the Bismarck, they knew she couldn't last
That mighty German battleship is just a memory
'Sink the Bismarck' was the battle cry that shook the seven seas

We found the German battleship t'was makin' such a fuss
We had to sink the Bismarck 'cause the world depends on us
We hit the deck a runnin' and we spun those guns around
Yeah we found the mighty Bismarck and then we cut her down

We found the German battleship t'was makin' such a fuss
We had to sink the Bismarck 'cause the world depends on us
We hit the deck a runnin' and we spun those guns around
We found the mighty Bismarck and then we cut her down

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Touch The Ceiling - Lyrics - Ahmad

Title: Touch The Ceiling
Artist: Ahmad
Composer(s): Leore Dimant, Stefan Kendal Gordy, Randy Muller, Jason Vasquez, Larry E. Muggerud, Ahmad A. Lewis

Lyric:
Dig it, if you got the feeling, then jump and rip the roof up
Steady flowin rhymes, drop 'heavy' like that 'blue funk'
Niggaroe, westcoast kid, with the new sound
Never fake, I be real, so what you gonna do now?
Battle? I don't think so, look, I got your noose tugged
Did ya, now standin there, daisy with your dukes up
Who's up next to watch me get loose, then bruise necks
And niggas who stink
Then go hang out like a link
I'm the brink of the blow up
Sink and watch me go up
Another level, let the bass boom
As the treble tunes up
My too rough style
I'm too tough
I'm gifted, ovin the crowd
I make em get up, then I get down
It's the sound of the new kid gettin stupid
I know shit stinks, so I don't mind if you loop it
Oops, almost went pop, now drama like that deserves a grammy
It's the (bonafied funk for your fanny)

So groove to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the feeling
Jump and touch the ceiling
Move to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the feeling
Jump and touch the ceiling

Well, the king of the hill's back, blew up like a well
Got a leash and I go in and out of style like your bell-
Bottoms, say shit that's real like I'm nuts over midgets
Pitch, then make my mic throw a strike like a picket
Not really into baseball, but I'm an all-american
Still act a fool
Breakin rappers like a rule
I'm cool, mostly peaceful
Kick it with my people
But if I go insane
You can jump and do the same
Thing, I gotta sing
La-la, if you got that swing
Follow me, get wreck
I make you bounce like a check
Mic-check, 1-2
Stand and watch me run through
A crew real easy, but that's only if I want to
Murder if I want it, stand and watch me flaunt this shit
I'm like the mafia, I keep on makin hits
I know which way is up
And won't stop
Till I hit rock bottom
That's the truth
But for now smack the roof
Then groove to the
Bonafied funk for your fanny

So groove to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the feeling
Jump and touch the ceiling
Move to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the feeling
Jump and touch the ceiling

Break it down, y'all

Well, I'm not a baby, but I got another verse left to spit out
King of the hill, knock em down when they get up
Westcoast kid, they got the goods, and can get - ehm
Busy on the mic like this
So pump your fist
And never hit the ff button on my cassette
Just sit stunned
Dn't give me no props until I'm done
Your mouth's wide open cause you're hopin
That you might be able to be label-
Mates with the great niggaroe
I'm just down with the king, and you're not it
Lookin for your gift, but I already shot it
I wreck shop with real hip-hop, so at last it's
Ahmad with the (bonafied funk) for your asses
So groove to the
Bonafied funk for your fanny

So groove to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the feeling
Jump and touch the ceiling
Move to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the feeling
Jump and touch the ceiling

So groove to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the feeling
Jump and touch the ceiling
Move to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the feeling
Jump and touch the ceiling

Groove to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the feeling
Jump and touch the ceiling
Do the freak to the bonafied funk for your fanny

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G.O.D. Pt. Iii - Lyrics - Hell On Earth - Mobb Deep

Title: G.O.D. Pt. Iii
Album: Hell On Earth
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Albert Johnson, G Moroder

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Lyric:
Some of that 151, son, yeah, some of that bogus
Aight, aiyyo, son, yo, yo
You think that motherfuckin' nigga's out there right now, son?
Word, what he doin' out here?

Son, we got drama with that nigga
Be tryin' to fuckin' front last week
What, that kid out there?
Yo, I seen that nigga earlier, knahmsayin'?

Nah, fuck that, go, go open the window real quick, son
Open that fuckin' window
You gonna take him from the window, nigga?
Yo, hold up, that, there go, that's that nigga right there, son
Right next to the basketball court?

Yeah, yeah, that's the one
Oh, shit, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, turn the lights out
Turn the lights out, c'mon through
Back up, back up, they lookin'

Aiyyo, son, I'ma hit that nigga right now, son
Word to Mom, I'ma hit him out the window, son
Yo, you buggin', son, nah, chill 'Zo, fuck that
I'ma hit that nigga right out the motherfuckin' window

Hold up, you want somebody go bust him?
Nah fuck, that I'ma hit this nigga out the window, son
Ga head, man, shit, shit, shit, don't blow it up, duck down

Yo, let me do it, man, let me do it, go 'head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah
Yeah, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, fucker, what?

Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yeah, that's a small thing

G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing

Awright, now pay attention to the crime rhyme Houdini P
Keepin' you niggaz in perspective
Mobb, representative, call me the specialist
Professional professor at this rap science

Up in the laboratory, here's why your small rhyme bore me
Store bought rap ain't shit, my category
Is that of an insane who strike back
I draw first blood, it's over with and that's that

You wanna square off, sayin' slice that cat?
You get splashed from back of your head to ass crack
Surgical signs to the end with iron map
Which bring Apocalypse to this game called rap

Not a game but quite serious and yo, in fact
You'll be runnin' for dear life so far you might fall off the map
Fuckin' with P, you need a gat
At least to have the opportunity to bust back

First shot, the motherfucker pack around world premier
Shook individuals bound from blind fear
Scared to death niggaz fall to they worst fear
Horror tales in Braille for vision impaired

You lookin' for P, well, you can find him everywhere
In a project near you, I'll be right there
I was brought up and taught to have no fear
Live wire niggaz stay behind me in the rear

Cowardly hearts step aside, stand clear
My bloodthirsty niggaz got they eyes on you
QBC, lime Bacardi, G.O.D. Father Pt. III
On some hashish in Embassy Suite, crash your party

Yo, it's the G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing

It's the, G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing

Yeah, yo, lime Bacardi, gettin' bent, crash the party
Handle B-I, bringin' it to anybody
Physical damage, crowd control handle cannons
Hittin' you ripped, leave your bloodstream contamin-ed

While you actin' out of character, we observin'
Drillin' 'em down so hard, I know we felt it comin' at 'em
Hennessey raps float like the Phantom
Runnin' you up out of the spot in which you standin'

Never second-guess a cat who hold gat
Concealed but easily revealed and fast
Body castin' raps to get your back snapped in half
And severed, impossible pain beyond measure

Sheisty livin' brought him to his last bread
Life changed around quick to one stead
Face full of fear, conquerin' your ice grill
Tragedies, put him to sleep like NyQuil

Givin' a overdose of this rap potent
Potentially dangerous, fatally left open
For the roaches, scavengers, that's EMS
Funeral homes, anticipatin' your death

That's the dead truth, check in the morgue
You'll find proof enough to make you think and stop before
Your ship sink to the bottom
Night owl leave the mark and spot him
You know the routine, face up before I shot him

Yo, it's the G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing

G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing

It's the, G.O., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing

G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing

What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
G.O.D., Father Pt. III, niggaz

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G.O.D. Pt. Iii (Remix) - Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Mobb Deep

Title: G.O.D. Pt. Iii (Remix)
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Albert Johnson, G Moroder

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Lyric:
Some of that 151, son, yeah, some of that bogus
Aight, aiyyo, son, yo, yo
You think that motherfuckin' nigga's out there right now, son?
Word, what he doin' out here?

Son, we got drama with that nigga
Be tryin' to fuckin' front last week
What, that kid out there?
Yo, I seen that nigga earlier, knahmsayin'?

Nah, fuck that, go, go open the window real quick, son
Open that fuckin' window
You gonna take him from the window, nigga?
Yo, hold up, that, there go, that's that nigga right there, son
Right next to the basketball court?

Yeah, yeah, that's the one
Oh, shit, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, turn the lights out
Turn the lights out, c'mon through
Back up, back up, they lookin'

Aiyyo, son, I'ma hit that nigga right now, son
Word to Mom, I'ma hit him out the window, son
Yo, you buggin', son, nah, chill 'Zo, fuck that
I'ma hit that nigga right out the motherfuckin' window

Hold up, you want somebody go bust him?
Nah fuck, that I'ma hit this nigga out the window, son
Ga head, man, shit, shit, shit, don't blow it up, duck down

Yo, let me do it, man, let me do it, go 'head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah
Yeah, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, fucker, what?

Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yeah, that's a small thing

G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing

Awright, now pay attention to the crime rhyme Houdini P
Keepin' you niggaz in perspective
Mobb, representative, call me the specialist
Professional professor at this rap science

Up in the laboratory, here's why your small rhyme bore me
Store bought rap ain't shit, my category
Is that of an insane who strike back
I draw first blood, it's over with and that's that

You wanna square off, sayin' slice that cat?
You get splashed from back of your head to ass crack
Surgical signs to the end with iron map
Which bring Apocalypse to this game called rap

Not a game but quite serious and yo, in fact
You'll be runnin' for dear life so far you might fall off the map
Fuckin' with P, you need a gat
At least to have the opportunity to bust back

First shot, the motherfucker pack around world premier
Shook individuals bound from blind fear
Scared to death niggaz fall to they worst fear
Horror tales in Braille for vision impaired

You lookin' for P, well, you can find him everywhere
In a project near you, I'll be right there
I was brought up and taught to have no fear
Live wire niggaz stay behind me in the rear

Cowardly hearts step aside, stand clear
My bloodthirsty niggaz got they eyes on you
QBC, lime Bacardi, G.O.D. Father Pt. III
On some hashish in Embassy Suite, crash your party

Yo, it's the G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing

It's the, G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing

Yeah, yo, lime Bacardi, gettin' bent, crash the party
Handle B-I, bringin' it to anybody
Physical damage, crowd control handle cannons
Hittin' you ripped, leave your bloodstream contamin-ed

While you actin' out of character, we observin'
Drillin' 'em down so hard, I know we felt it comin' at 'em
Hennessey raps float like the Phantom
Runnin' you up out of the spot in which you standin'

Never second-guess a cat who hold gat
Concealed but easily revealed and fast
Body castin' raps to get your back snapped in half
And severed, impossible pain beyond measure

Sheisty livin' brought him to his last bread
Life changed around quick to one stead
Face full of fear, conquerin' your ice grill
Tragedies, put him to sleep like NyQuil

Givin' a overdose of this rap potent
Potentially dangerous, fatally left open
For the roaches, scavengers, that's EMS
Funeral homes, anticipatin' your death

That's the dead truth, check in the morgue
You'll find proof enough to make you think and stop before
Your ship sink to the bottom
Night owl leave the mark and spot him
You know the routine, face up before I shot him

Yo, it's the G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing

G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing

It's the, G.O., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing

G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing

What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
G.O.D., Father Pt. III, niggaz

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Why You Hate The Game - Lyrics - Doctor's Advocate - Game

Title: Why You Hate The Game
Album: Doctor's Advocate
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Paul Ambrosius, Marsha Ambrosius, Norbert Sloley, Nasir Jones, J Smith, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
I'm, I'm with you
I'm, I'm with you

To everybody who knows my story
To all of those who came before me
My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again
Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain

So tell me why you hate the game?
So tell me why you hate the game?

Y'all know what it is
The streets named me Illmatic
But yet, I'm still at it, yeah haters

Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
***, my anthology on perfection
Dress superb, admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't *** enough to *** me up

Child of the '80s, y'all *** is lazy
Complainin' 'bout labor pains, ***, show me the baby
And my *** Game, light another ***, pass the bottle
Pro-black, I don't pick cotton out aspirin bottle

Yeah, I learned my lessons and heard y'all snitchin'
Witnessin' you rockin wit Narcs, confirmed my suspicion
Green fatigues on, my ***, I'll bleed for 'em
I can show 'em the water but can't make 'em drink it

And I can show them my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich
And still I wanna board 'em
Wonderin' if they sink quick
Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge
And pray the Feds let Murder Inc. live

To everybody who knows my story
To all of those who came before me
My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow
Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain

So tell me why you hate the game?
Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because
So tell me why you hate the game?
I don't talk about my *** I Just Blaze
Oh, this time, I do it better just because

'Pac is watchin', B.I.G. is listenin'
While Pun talkin' to us, Jam Jay still spinnin'
To every *** listenin', I was supposed to be
Amongst kings, my mom shouted out at my christenin'

And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a manhole
And Cam got *** inside his Lambo, it's ample
Life is a gamble, 15 years old, red rag around my head
My sisters used to laugh and call me Rambo

Seen Eazy's legacy melt away like a candle
I rekindled the flame, Dre created The Game
*** Wit a Attitude from the cloth, I came
Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain

Keep the crown, clown, I rock a L.A. Dodger fitted
Showed my *** at Summer Jam but New York was down wit it
Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds wit it
Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga

To everybody who knows my story
To all of those who came before me
My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow
Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain

So tell me why you hate the game?
Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because
So tell me why you hate the game?
Oh, this time, I do it better just because

Check it, me and Nasty *** it's a classic, trust me
How he gon' pass the *** to them *** that don't love me
I'm talkin' *** that never wanted to see me on top
Same *** that never wanted to see 'The Doctor's Advocate' drop

Flop, I think not, I *** you rap *** like virgins
Dre took my trainin' wheels off, it's curtains
I don't need no encore, no claps, no cheers
The Game ain't over, this the beginnin' of my career

The endin' of yours, the endin' of his
Like Flavor Flav's clock, I'm back to handle my biz
*** it's Game time, that was Dre's favorite line
Back when Proof was in the booth and I recited his lines

And I still think about my *** from time to time
Make me wanna call 50 and let him know what's on my mind
But I just hold back 'cause we ain't beefin' like that
He ain't B.I.G. and I ain't 'Pac
And we just eatin' off rap, one love

To everybody who knows my story
To all of those who came before me
My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow
Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain

So tell me why you hate the game?
Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because
So tell me why you hate the game?
Oh, this time, I do it better just because

It ain't over, ladies and gentleman
I go by the name of the one and only, Just Blaze
I got a couple people in the house with me
Usually we do this at the beginning
But we gon' do it at the end this time

I wanna take you to church real quick
So I'ma need some help, I need some people up
I need 1500 or nothin' up here wit me
The wonderfully talented Marsha Ambrosia's from Floetry
Ah, yeah there we go

The sun is shinin' down on us right now
We feelin' real good, we know y'all do too
So if you feelin' good, sing along, clap along, stomp along
Catch a lil' Holy Ghost

And if you ain't feelin' good, God willin'
By the end of this record, He gon' change all that
Ayo, Lorenz, you ready? There it is, pass me them drumsticks
Alright everybody, please join in

Your life ain't good, you can get it right
Take this opportunity to do so
And I'ma let it do what it do
Rest in peace to Georgia Elliott, here we go

And the sun shines with you
And the sun shines with you
And the sun shines with you

I wanna thank everybody for comin' out
God bless, one love, good night
Or good day if you on the other side of the globe
Yo, Just, we on the move with this ***, 'Doctor's Advocate'
See you on the third album, hate it or love it

And the sun shines with you
And the sun shines with you
And the sun shines with you
...

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We Want Freedom - Lyrics - Dead Prez

Title: We Want Freedom
Artist: Dead Prez
Composer(s): Alan Bergman, Lavonne Alford, A Mair, Michel Legrand, V Williams, C Gavin, Marilyn Bergman

Lyric:
I was born black, I live black
And I'ma die probably because I'm black
Because some cracker that knows I'm black
Better than you nigga, is probably gonna put
A bullet in the back of my head!

Yeah our lives fucked up, no doubt
All this shit we go through every day
Sometimes a nigga don't know what the fuck to do
But see I got my niggas

And we gone organize a people army
And we gone get control over our own lives
And I mean that shit right there from the bottom of my shit
I Ching

Yeah, yeah imagine havin no runnin water to drink
Chemicals contaminate the pipes leadin to your sink
Just think, if the grocery stores close they doors
And they saturate the streets with tanks and start martial law

Would you be ready for civil war
Could you take the life of somebody you know
Or have feelings for if necessary? I got cousins in the military
But far as I'm concerned they died, when they registered

Yo, this world is oh so cold, I think about my ancestors
Being sold, and it make me wanna break the mold
Fuck the gold and the party, train yourself, clean your shottie
Tell me what you gone do to get free, we need more than MC's

We need Hueys, and revolutionaries
The niggas on the streets today, it's kinda scary
The smell around my way ain't roses or strawberries
In fact it's kinda poisonous, bringing out the boy in us

But I'ma stand up on my own, like a man do
Dominate the land and make wealth, like Fu-Manchu
Yes the peoples army stick together like glue
We represent the I-Ching and to this we stand true

Military formation, anyone participation is welcome
Each one teach one, son help son
Just one gun is all it take to get it started
Living in the wilderness of the west we cold hearted

If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclysm, niggas be like fuck the system

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclysm, niggas be like fuck the system

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

Yeah, I'm for peace
But I'll kill ya if ya fuck with my moms or my niece
See we all want peace, but the problem is
Crackers want a bigger piece

Got it where the niggas can't get a piece
That's why police get stabbed and shot
'Cuz a nigga can't eat if the ave is hot
Locked up you get three hot meals and one cot

Then you sit and rot, never even got a fair shot
That's where a whole lotta niggas end up
My man moms even got sent up, tryin to keep the rent up
When I'm bent up I think alot about the reason I'm here

I think about the things I fear in the comin years
Ahead of me, I'm ready for whatever they bring though
I'd go against a tank wit a shank for my dreams
And that's my fuckin' word

One day the whole world will smoke herb
And niggas won't get took to jail for hangin on the curb

If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclysm, niggas be like fuck the system

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclysm, niggas be like fuck the system

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclysm, niggas be like fuck the system

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

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Next Man - Lyrics - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues - Everlast

Title: Next Man
Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues
Artist: Everlast
Composer(s): Dante Ross, Erik Schrody, Johnny Teupen

Lyric:
Aha
And there, but for the grace of God, go I
It's kinda neat
I wonder what it means

I rock a jam for love, I quit my band for love
I'll smack the chrome tool right out your hand for love
Make you cry like a dove, leave you standin' alone
In a world so cold, watch the drama unfold

'Cause you sell your soul, now you're fearin' your death
Sniffin' crystal meth 'til there ain't none left
But, rock bottom hurts when you hit it
You start to reflect on all the friends you shitted

You probably won't admit it
So you start to sink lower
You're caught in the flood
And you're tryin' to find Noah

If you hungry and your near me yo, you gonna get fed
If you sleepy and you need a place to lay your head
Then come take my bed, I'll sleep on the floor
'Cause these are the times that friends are for

I see everybody out here doin' for self
And they don't give a damn on the next man
Puttin' status and wealth over God and health
I can't wait 'til you the next man

I see everybody out here doin' for self
And they don't give a damn on the next man
Puttin' status and wealth over God and health
I can't wait 'til you the next man

I get uptight for love, you know I'll fight for love
I might keep my wifey up all night for love
And when the daylight comes, I be seein' mad bums
With no shoes on their feet, plus nothin' to eat

I can't save the whole street, so I feel like I'm beat
And why play the game when nothin' goin' to change
The only change that's wanted is loose in my jeans
I get rushed on every corner by a bum or a fiend

Tryin' to keep my dean, I try to give to the poor
Tryin' to get through this life and get through that door
I'm all up in this mix for these final tics
Goin' all the way to seven and it's half past six

I see everybody out here doin' for self
And they don't give a damn on the next man
Puttin' status and wealth over God and health
I can't wait 'til you the next man

I see everybody out here doin' for self
And they don't give a damn on the next man
Puttin' status and wealth over God and health
I can't wait 'til you the next man

I pray to God for love, I'll make Jihad for love
And I just might pull your freakin' card for love
Make you sing, 'Hey Love' like my man King Son
I freak the art noise over all you toys

Better bring your boys, summon all your crew
No matter what you do, it's comin' back on you
Just like a planet orbits, let your sponge absorb it
It's logical conclusion, it's b-boy fusion

And confusion say that he want control
Of your mentality, your body and your soul
So if you lose your whole, come and take my hand
And link up this jam 'cause money that's the plan

Tryin' to get through this maze, not to win this race
We either ridin' on our horse or walkin' on our face
So come take your place on the side of love
And swallow up your ego and your pride for love

I see everybody out here doin' for self
And they don't give a damn on the next man
Puttin' status and wealth over God and health
I can't wait 'til you the next man

I see everybody out here doin' for self
And they don't give a damn on the next man
Puttin' status and wealth over God and health
I can't wait 'til you the next man
I can't wait 'til you the next man
I can't wait 'til you the next man

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Goin' Down - Lyrics - Monkees

Title: Goin' Down
Artist: Monkees
Composer(s): D Hilderbrand, Mickey Dolenz, David Jones, Michael Nesmith, Peter Tork

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Lyric:
Sock it to me

Floatin' down the river
With a saturated liver
And I wish I could forgive her
But I do believe she meant it
When she told me to forget it
And I bet she will regret it
When they find me in the morning wet and drowned
And the word gets 'round

Goin' down
Goin' down

Coming' up for air
It's pretty stuffy under there
I'd like to say I didn't care
But I forgot to leave a note
And it's so hard to stay afloat
I'm soakin' wet without a boat
And I knew I should have taken off my shoes
It's front page news

Goin' down
Goin' down

I wish, I had another drink
It wouldn't be so hard to sink
I should have taken time to think
Besides I got the picture straight
She must have had another date
I didn't need this extra weight
I wish that I could see the way to shore
I don't want no more

Goin' down
I'm goin' down

And now I see the life I led
I slept it all away in bed
I should have learned to swim instead
And now it's really got me stumped
I can't believe why I jumped
I'd like to get my tummy pumped
I can't believe they drink this stuff in town
This dirty brown

Goin' down
Goin' down
I'm goin' down
Goin' down
I'm down
I'm down
Goin' down
Goin' down
Goin' down
Goin' down

I wish, I looked before I leaped
I didn't know it was so deep
Been down so far I don't get wet
Haven't touched the bottom yet
This river scene is gettin' old
I'm hungry, sleepy, wet and cold
She told me to forget it nice
I should have taken her advice

I only want to go on home
I'd gladly leave that girl alone
What a way to spend the night
If I don't drown, I'll die of fright
My pappy taught me how to float
But I can't swim a single note

He threw me in to teach me how
I stayed there floatin' like a mama cow
And now I've floated way down stream
I know this has to be a dream
If I could find my way to shore
I'd never, never do this anymore
I'll give you three, I've been down nine
I'm goin' down just one more time

Goin' down
Goin' down
Goin' down
Goin' down
I'm goin' down
Goin' down
I'm goin' down
Goin' down
I'm goin' down
I'm goin' back home

Back to my friend
Back to the world
Back to tutor
I'm goin' home

Now the sky is gettin' light
An everything will be alright
Think I finally got the knack
Just floatin' here lazy on my back
I never really liked that town
I think I'll ride the river down
Just movin' slow and floatin' free
There's a river swingin' under me

Waving back to the folks on shore
I should have thought of this before
I'm floatin' on down to New Orleans
And pick up on some swingin' scenes
I know I'll know a better day
I'll go down groovin' all the way

Goin' down
I'm goin' goin' down
I'm goin' down
New Orleans
Back home
I'm goin' goin' down
Goin' down
Goin' goin' goin' down
I'm goin' down
Goin' down
Gotcha go back home
I'm goin' down
Down, down, down
Got to go, got to go, got to go

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Shake That - Lyrics - Curtain Call - Eminem

Title: Shake That
Album: Curtain Call
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall B Mathers Iii, Nathaniel D Hale, Steven Lee King, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
Shady, Aftermath

There she goes shakin' that *** on the floor
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control

Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunk, get buzzed up
Hit the strip club, don't forget ones, get the big funds
Get rubbed, zip it up, get wasted, sh** face-ted
Pasted, blasted, puke, drink, throw up, get a new drink
Hit the bathroom sink, throw up
Wipe your shoe clean, got a routine goin'
Still got a few chunks on them shoestrings showin'
I was dehydrated ?til the beat vibrated
I was revibed as soon as this chick gyrated them hips
And licked them lips and that was it
I had to get Nate Dogg here to sing somethin'

Two to the one, from the one, to the three
I like good ***** and I like good *****
S**** so much **** you wouldn't believe
And I get more *** than a toilet seat
Three to the one, from the one, to the three
I met a bad chick last night in the D
Let me tell you how I made her leave with me
Conversation and Hennessey

I've been to the *********** mountain top
Heard ************ talk, seen ?em drop
If I ain't got a weapon I'ma pick up a rock
And when I bust yo' ass I'ma continue to rock
Getcha *** of the wall with your two left feet
It's real easy just follow the beat
Don't let that fine girl pass you by
Look real close ?cause strobe lights blind

We about to have a party
(Turn the music up)
Let's get it started
(Go ahead an' shake your butt)
I'm lookin' for a girl with a body and a sexy strut
Wanna get it poppin' baby step right up
Some girls they act ********
Some girls are ?bout it ?bout it
I'm lookin' for a girl that will do whatever the **** I say
Every day she be givin' it up

Shake that *** for me, shake that *** for me
C'mon girl, shake that *** for me, shake that *** for me
Oh girl, shake that *** for me, shake that *** for me
C'mon girl, shake that *** for me, shake that *** for me

I'm a menace, a dentist, an oral hygienist
Open your mouth for about four or five minutes
Take a little bit of this fluoride rininse
Swish but don't spit it, swallow and I'll finish, shh
Yeah, me and Nate D-O double G
Lookin' for a couple chickens with some double D's
Pop a little champagne and a couple a dese
Mix it with her bubbly, we finna finna have a

We about to have a party
(Turn the music up)
Let's get it started
(Go ahead an' shake your butt)
I'm lookin' for a girl I can **** in my Hummer truck
Apple Bottom jeans and a big ol' ****
Some girls they act ********
Some girls are ?bout it ?bout it
I want a ***** that sit at the crib with no panties on
Knows that she can, but she won't say no

Now look at this lady all in front of me, sexy as can be
Tonight I want a s***, would you be mine?
I heard she was freaky from a friend of mine

Now I hope you don't get mad at me
But I told Nate you was a freak
He said he wants a s***, hope you don't mind
I told him how you like it from behind

Shake that *** for me, shake that *** for me
C'mon girl, shake that *** for me, shake that *** for me
Oh girl, shake that *** for me, shake that *** for me
C'mon girl, shake that *** for me, shake that *** for me

We bout' to have a party
(Turn the music up)
Let's get it started
(Go ahead an' shake your butt)
I'm lookin' for a girl with a body and a sexy strut
Wanna get it poppin' baby step right up
Some girls they act ********
Some girls are ?bout it ?bout it
I'm lookin' for a girl that will do whatever the **** I say
Every day she be givin' it up

There she goes, shakin' that *** on the floor
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control

God, I'm old
I ain't leavin' without you *****
Come here, home with me
And my boy, and his boy, and his boy, and his girl, haha
Nate Dogg

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Shake That (Remix) - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Shake That (Remix)
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall B Mathers Iii, Nathaniel D Hale, Steven Lee King, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
Shady, Aftermath

There she goes shakin' that ass on the floor
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control

Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunk, get fucked up
Hit the strip club, don't forget ones, get your dick rubbed
Get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit face-ted
Pasted, blasted, puke, drink, throw up, get a new drink
Hit the bathroom sink, throw up
Wipe your shoe clean, got a routine goin'
Still got a few chunks on them shoestrings showin'
I was dehydrated ?til the beat vibrated
I was revibed as soon as this bitch gyrated them hips
And licked them lips and that was it
I had to get Nate Dogg here to sing some shit

Two to the one, from the one, to the three
I like good pussy and I like good trees
Smoke so much weed you wouldn't believe
And I get more ass than a toilet seat
Three to the one, from the one, to the three
I met a bad bitch last night in the D
Let me tell you how I made her leave with me
Conversation and Hennessey

I've been to the muthafuckin' mountain top
Heard muthafuckers talk, seen ?em drop
If I ain't got a weapon I'ma pick up a rock
And when I bust yo' ass I'ma continue to rock
Getcha ass of the wall with your two left feet
It's real easy just follow the beat
Don't let that fine girl pass you by
Look real close ?cause strobe lights blind

We about to have a party
(Turn the music up)
Let's get it started
(Go ahead an' shake your butt)
I'm lookin' for a girl with a body and a sexy strut
Wanna get it poppin' baby step right up
Some girls they act retarded
Some girls are ?bout it ?bout it
I'm lookin' for a girl that will do whatever the fuck I say
Every day she be givin' it up

Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
C'mon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
Oh girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
C'mon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me

I'm a menace, a dentist, an oral hygienist
Open your mouth for about four or five minutes
Take a little bit of this fluoride rininse
Swish but don't spit it, swallow and I'll finish, shh
Yeah, me and Nate D-O double G
Lookin' for a couple bitches with some double D's
Pop a little champagne and a couple E's
Slip it in her bubbly, we finna finna have a party

We about to have a party
(Turn the music up)
Let's get it started
(Go ahead an' shake your butt)
I'm lookin' for a girl I can fuck in my Hummer truck
Apple Bottom jeans and a big ol' slut
Some girls they act retarded
Some girls are ?bout it ?bout it
I want a bitch that sit at the crib with no panties on
Knows that she can, but she won't say no

Now look at this lady all in front of me, sexy as can be
Tonight I want a slut, would you be mine?
I heard she was freaky from a friend of mine

Now I hope you don't get mad at me
But I told Nate you was a freak
He said he wants a slut, hope you don't mind
I told him how you like it from behind

Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
C'mon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
Oh girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
C'mon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me

We bout' to have a party
(Turn the music up)
Let's get it started
(Go ahead an' shake your butt)
I'm lookin' for a girl with a body and a sexy strut
Wanna get it poppin' baby step right up
Some girls they act retarded
Some girls are ?bout it ?bout it
I'm lookin' for a girl that will do whatever the fuck I say
Every day she be givin' it up

There she goes, shakin' that ass on the floor
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control

God, I'm old
I ain't leavin' without you bitch
Come here, home with me
And my boy, and his boy, and his boy, and his girl, haha
Nate Dogg

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Shake That(Fet. Nate Dog) - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Shake That(Fet. Nate Dog)
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall B Mathers Iii, Nathaniel D Hale, Steven Lee King, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
Shady, Aftermath

There she goes shakin' that ass on the floor
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control

Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunk, get fucked up
Hit the strip club, don't forget ones, get your dick rubbed
Get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit face-ted
Pasted, blasted, puke, drink, throw up, get a new drink
Hit the bathroom sink, throw up
Wipe your shoe clean, got a routine goin'
Still got a few chunks on them shoestrings showin'
I was dehydrated ?til the beat vibrated
I was revibed as soon as this bitch gyrated them hips
And licked them lips and that was it
I had to get Nate Dogg here to sing some shit

Two to the one, from the one, to the three
I like good pussy and I like good trees
Smoke so much weed you wouldn't believe
And I get more ass than a toilet seat
Three to the one, from the one, to the three
I met a bad bitch last night in the D
Let me tell you how I made her leave with me
Conversation and Hennessey

I've been to the muthafuckin' mountain top
Heard muthafuckers talk, seen ?em drop
If I ain't got a weapon I'ma pick up a rock
And when I bust yo' ass I'ma continue to rock
Getcha ass of the wall with your two left feet
It's real easy just follow the beat
Don't let that fine girl pass you by
Look real close ?cause strobe lights blind

We about to have a party
(Turn the music up)
Let's get it started
(Go ahead an' shake your butt)
I'm lookin' for a girl with a body and a sexy strut
Wanna get it poppin' baby step right up
Some girls they act retarded
Some girls are ?bout it ?bout it
I'm lookin' for a girl that will do whatever the fuck I say
Every day she be givin' it up

Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
C'mon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
Oh girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
C'mon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me

I'm a menace, a dentist, an oral hygienist
Open your mouth for about four or five minutes
Take a little bit of this fluoride rininse
Swish but don't spit it, swallow and I'll finish, shh
Yeah, me and Nate D-O double G
Lookin' for a couple bitches with some double D's
Pop a little champagne and a couple E's
Slip it in her bubbly, we finna finna have a party

We about to have a party
(Turn the music up)
Let's get it started
(Go ahead an' shake your butt)
I'm lookin' for a girl I can fuck in my Hummer truck
Apple Bottom jeans and a big ol' slut
Some girls they act retarded
Some girls are ?bout it ?bout it
I want a bitch that sit at the crib with no panties on
Knows that she can, but she won't say no

Now look at this lady all in front of me, sexy as can be
Tonight I want a slut, would you be mine?
I heard she was freaky from a friend of mine

Now I hope you don't get mad at me
But I told Nate you was a freak
He said he wants a slut, hope you don't mind
I told him how you like it from behind

Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
C'mon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
Oh girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
C'mon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me

We bout' to have a party
(Turn the music up)
Let's get it started
(Go ahead an' shake your butt)
I'm lookin' for a girl with a body and a sexy strut
Wanna get it poppin' baby step right up
Some girls they act retarded
Some girls are ?bout it ?bout it
I'm lookin' for a girl that will do whatever the fuck I say
Every day she be givin' it up

There she goes, shakin' that ass on the floor
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control

God, I'm old
I ain't leavin' without you bitch
Come here, home with me
And my boy, and his boy, and his boy, and his girl, haha
Nate Dogg

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Love You Madly - Lyrics - Comfort Eagle - Cake

Title: Love You Madly
Album: Comfort Eagle
Artist: Cake
Composer(s): John Mccrea

Lyric:
I don't want to wonder
If this is a blunder
I don't want to worry whether
We're gonna stay together till we die

I don't want to jump in
Unless this music's thumping
All the dishes rattle in the cupboards
When the elephants arrive

I want to love you madly
I want to love you now
I want to love you madly, way
I want to love you, love you, love you madly

I don't want to fake it
I just want to make it
The ornaments look pretty
But they're pulling down the branches of the tree

I don't want to think about it
I don't want to talk about it
When I kiss your lips
I want to sink down to the bottom of the sea

I want to love you madly
I want to love you now
I want to love you madly, a way
I want to love you, love you, love you madly

I don't want to hold back
I don't want to slip down
I don't want to think back
To the one thing that I know I should have done

I don't want to doubt you
Know everything about you
I don't want to sit across the table from you
Wishing I could run

I want to love you madly
I want to love you now
I want to love you madly, a way
I want to love you, love you, love you madly

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