Sister, O Sister - Lyrics - John Lennon

Title: Sister, O Sister
Artist: John Lennon
Composer(s): John Lennon, Yoko Ono

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Lyric:
We lost our green land
We lost our clean air
We lost our true wisdom
And we live in despair

O sisters, O sisters
Let's stand up right now
It's never too late
To start from the start

O wisdom, O wisdom
That's what we ask for
And yes, my dear sisters
We must learn to ask

O wisdom, O wisdom
That's what we ask for
That's what we live for now

O wisdom, O wisdom
That's what we ask for
That's what we live for now

O sisters, O sisters
Let's wake up right on
It's never too late
To shout from our hearts

O freedom, O freedom
That's what we fight for
And yes, my dear sisters
We must learn to fight

Freedom, O freedom
That's what we ask for
That's what we live for now

Freedom, O freedom
That's what we ask for
That's what we live for now

O sisters, O sisters
Let's give up no more
It's never too late
To build a new world

New world, O new world
That's what we live for
And yes, my dear sisters
We must learn to live

New world, O new world
That's what we live for
That's what we must now learn to build
New world, O new world
That's what we live for
That's what we must now learn to build

New world, O new world
That's what we live for
That's what we must now learn to build
New world, O new world
That's what we live for
That's what we must learn to build

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Oodles Of O'S - Lyrics - De La Soul Is Dead - De La Soul

Title: Oodles Of O'S
Album: De La Soul Is Dead
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicouer, Vincent Mason, Tom Waits, Paul Huston

Lyric:
Oodles and oodles of O's, you know
You get 'em from my sister, you get 'em from my bro
All I is is man, and once an embryo
Am I solid gold? I don't cast a glow
Yes, I guess it's reflex, some have no control
I'd rather let a laughter and tally, off I go
Canoeing in the river or out into the O
You just know we're not, so not play the role
Some are lovey-dovey, you crazy crow
Some shake your hand but
This is called The Show

I was John Doe, now I'm Mr. Joliceau
Pissed with the witness, and now I adore
O's got the world 'cause O's was on tour
Girls gave the O's and guys, oh for sure
Where they rose, well nobody knows
What do they mean, well, here's how it goes
Oh shoot's got the O's when you hold the dough
You know who you are but they didn't know
And now with respect they flex like a pro
You're first another nigger but now an Afro

Oodles and oodles of O's and
Oodles and oodles and oodles of O's ya know
They givin' oodles of O's and O's
And oodles and oodles and oodles of O's ya know
They givin' oodles of O's and O's
And oodles and oodles and oodles of
Oh

Last of the fast pied pipers at the door
In your eye, burning like rubbing alcohol
Native is the tongue that speaks the Guacomo
Kinfolk will play this in stere-ere-o
Chanters play the part of a herd at a show
Pos prints the peace on his jeans or Jebos
But let the herd know if beef they wanna throw
Lunches of punches is what I bestow

Oodles of O's has the Hoo's in mic checks
O's take the shape of medallions and specs
Don't forget the O's that let the air in my nose
Breathe in the fresh as the stale hit the road
Girls ask for flicks and unblock the pores
Eat the Al Greens, won't sniff the ker-plows
Mase got something to say and it goes
Maseo is rockin' on the radio

Now I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's
Ya know, I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's, yeah
We're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's ya know
I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's
I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's
Ya know, I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's, yeah
We're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's
Ya know, I think we're talkin' 'bout the
Oh, shit

Hoods like to play macho, ya know
Guns goin' bo, people hit the floor
Don't have a piece but an arrow and bow
Target it firm 'cause I'm head Comancho
Charging barricades like a raging rhino
The donuts come big and some in jumbo
The landlord is finished but before I go
I'll give a shout out to quest
And my fellow jungle bro's

Knocked by the dock of the bay by the shore
Swimmin' in the rhythm of the hi-de-hi-de-ho
Punk Pinocchios gotta go, gotta go
What's the reason to be cheerful?
Season is breeze, time to pimp promo
Nuts can no flow if the shade is in the dough
On with me hat, d-d-duh-duh-doh
Dredlock is heading out the door y'all

We're selling O's, y'all
We're selling O's and O's
We're selling O's at the corner store y'all
We're selling O's, y'all
We're selling oodles and oodles and oodles
And oodles of O's, y'all

We're selling O's, y'all, at the corner store
We're selling O's at the corner store, y'all
We're selling O's, y'all, at the corner store
We're selling O's and O's and O's, O's, y'all
We're selling oodles and oodles of O's, y'all
We're selling oodles and oodles of O's, y'all
We're selling oodles and oodles

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I'D Rather Be Your Lover - Lyrics - Bedtime Stories - Madonna

Title: I'D Rather Be Your Lover
Album: Bedtime Stories
Artist: Madonna
Composer(s): Dave Hall, Shep Pettibone, O'Kelly Isley, Chris Jasper, Madonna Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley

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Lyric:
I could be your sister, I could be your mother
We could be friends, I'd even be your brother
But I'd rather be your lover
That's right, I'd rather be your lover

I don't know where I stand with you
I never ever make any plans with you
I don't know what I mean to you
The only thing I know is I dream of you

And all that I know
(All that I know)
Is I just don't understand
(Just don't understand)
Why my, happiness always lies
In the palm of your hand

But I could be your sister, I could be your mother
We could be friends, I'd even be your brother
But I'd rather be your lover
That's right, I'd rather be your lover

Sometimes I know what you're thinking next
But wouldn't it be better if I loved you less?
Sometimes I think that I made you up
But wouldn't it be better if I gave you up?

And all that I know
(All that I know)
Is I just don't understand
(Just don't understand)
Why my, happiness always lies
In the palm of your hand

But I could be your sister, I could be your mother
We could be friends, I'd even be your brother
But I'd rather be your lover
That's right, I'd rather be your lover
Are you surprised?

Tell me whatch ya want, tell me whatch ya need?
Tell me whatch ya want, tell me whatch ya need?
I, I betcha I, I give you whatch ya need
Take a walk within me, venture through the dark sea
Can't you see, I need you beside me?
Don't you see, I want you to want me?

And all that I know
(Tell me whatch ya want, tell me whatch ya need)
(All that I know)
Is I just don't understand
(Just don't understand)
Why my, happiness
(Tell me whatch ya want, tell me whatch ya need)
Always lies
(Always lies)
In the palm of your hand

Now, I could be your sister, I could be your mother
We could be friends, I'd even be your brother
But I'd rather be your lover
That's right, I'd rather be your lover

Now, I could be your sister, I could be your mother
We could be friends, I'd even be your brother
But I'd rather be your lover
That's right, I'd rather be your lover
Are you surprised?

I could be your sister, I could be your mother
We could be friends, I'd even be your brother
But I'd rather be your lover
That's right, I'd rather be your lover
Are you surprised? Are you?

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Live O - Lyrics - Boy in Da Corner - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Live O
Album: Boy in Da Corner
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Dylan Mills

Lyric:
At the tone please record your message
At the tone please record your message
At the tone please record your message
At the tone please record your message

I don't wanna screw but nothin' ain't new
I'll educate your whole crew when I come through
And you know its true, so what you gonna do?
You ain't got the foggiest ain't got a clue
Got a little fame, yeah I got game
Get my way with your dame just on my name
All I gotta say, get out the way
Dizzee Rascal's hot like summer bay

And I hit MC's like croquet
If a boy pet then a boy must pay
You can start answer on a lay lay
Please feel free you can bring it any day
Anyway get wet like perry-ay
Better hope there's a ambulance on the way
OK if you wanna fight just say
We uppercut MC's like sugar Ray

Hot like Cairo, hot like Mars
But I want houses and I want cars
So I spit verses and I spit bars
I don't care what they say man I ain't play
Hot like lava hot like hell
Move to your sister move to your girl
Charmane Cheri line or Chantalle
You better hide your wife, protect her well

Killer instinct, instinctive killer
Run dear life can't get no bigger
Young guns flapping their guns with no fear
Females, money and guns its all here
Top shotters big cats street gats
Bent coppers aim for your knee caps
Some pay a visit to jail without bail
Some stay on top of the game without fail

It's Live O
(Live O)
It's Live O
(Live O)
It's Live O
(Ah)
Look
Skank out
(Skank out)
Sank out
(Skank out)
Sank out
(Skank out)
And jump about

See-Saw margerie door
Guess who sneaked in through the back door?
Born with a hacksaw through a trap door
Dizzee got a cheek and not much more
What's that violence what's that war?
Put him in a head lock see if he's raw
I cause arms thats on the dance floor
Set trend set standard set score

Spin that bottle, nah dash that bottle
Talk tough but you ain't got no bottle
Get strangled get hold get throttled
Dizzee come old school like Aristotle
Blue bottle flying about with six holes
Ice dry hockey stick brake collar bones
We check girls with broken holes
Big battys big breasts light skin toes

It's Live O
(Live O)
It's Live O
(Live O)
It's Live O
(Ah)
Look
Skank out
(Skank out)
Sank out
(Skank out)
Sank out
(Skank out)
And jump about

Didn't wanna listen didn't wanna care
Left that boy in a gutter somewhere
Wanna talk Live O wanna talk rare
I make you wish you were born else where
I gotta wash that girl out my hair
She's old news everyones been there
No were not equal no we not fair
That girls innocent she gets air

That MC's a doubt
Tell him I said it and I said it real loud
Going on rowdy going on row
That boy tried me that boy failed
Sorry pardon what?
Could of got brought up could of got shot
Gun man get gun down on the spot
Who's hot whews a bad boy whews not?

It's Live O
(Live O)
It's Live O
(Live O)
It's Live O
(Ah)
Look
Skank out
(Skank out)
Sank out
(Skank out)
Sank out
(Skank out)
And jump about

Dizzee Rascal did you get me?

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Mystery - Lyrics - Modern Talking

Title: Mystery
Artist: Modern Talking
Composer(s): Dieter Bohlen

Lyric:
Ohh, love is a mystery
(Marie)
Ohh, love is a mystery
(Marie)

She was the sister of Margarita, it was long long ago
And I told her that I need her so much, she wouldn't know
And her brother was Juanita, he was a friend of mine
And I told him that I missing her but she has no time
And I said, "Marie amore, you're the girl I adore"

Love is a mystery with a L and an O and a V and an E
It's like history, with a L and an O and a V and an E

It's ending on the floor, in the heat of the night
With the hands in the air and I hold her tight
And the L and an O and a V and an E
I know this girl is a mystery

I drank a lot of cool Tequilas, should I go or should I stay?
My heart told me I need her but I'm too shy to say
I drank a lot of Caipirinhas, I was walking like on air
And I told her that I love her, baby, on I swear
I said "Marie amore, you're the girl I adore"

Love is a mystery with a L and an O and a V and an E
It's like history, with a L and an O and a V and an E

It's ending on the floor, in the heat of the night
With the hands in the air and I hold her tight
And the L and an O and a V and an E
I know this girl is a mystery

Ohh, love is a mystery
(Marie)
Ohh, love is a mystery
(Marie)

Marie amore, Marie amore

Love is a mystery with a L and an O and a V and an E
It's like history, with a L and an O and a V and an E

It's ending on the floor, in the heat of the night
With the hands in the air and I hold her tight
And the L and an O and a V and an E
I know this girl is a mystery

Ohh, love is a mystery
(Marie)
Ohh, love is a mystery
(Marie)

Marie, Marie, Marie, Marie amor

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The Hype - Lyrics - No Pressure - Erick Sermon

Title: The Hype
Album: No Pressure
Artist: Erick Sermon
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, George Jr Clinton, Allen Mcgrier, Teena Marie Brockert, David L Spradley, Garry M Shider

Lyric:
Here's a little story I gots to tell

Hype, one, two like that y'all
Check it out one, two y'all
It's the beat, that make it one and two y'all
It's the beat, that makes me wanna [unverified]
Peace to my niggards, peace to my mens
Like that, one, two y'all, check it out

Sunday's here, the end of the week
And the club's packed and shit, I feel like freaking'
Pick up the phone, call my niggaz, yo what up dude?
Need me a bitch man, to put me in the fuckin' mood
Check this here, I'll pick you up around twelve O'clock
Right around the parking lot, I'll find a spot, it's on, man
I'll see you soon in about twelve hours, yeah past noon

It's the hype yo, it's the hype

Word, pulled up brake by the front door
Parlay and I stepped out hardcore
I tipped the boy park the car in the front
Not the back, in case I have to run and get my strap
I walked inside, somebody sing, "Erick Sermon"
That's me, got me in free, looked around the club

Man, no half steppin', walked straight up to the V.I.P. section
Sat by the wall, so I can see what's happenin'
My boys, spread out, got their girls, and rappin'
Oh no, I see a girl comin' towards me, posse deep
So I paused for the cause G, she approached me
Hi, told me her name, I told her my name, then kicked the game

Sat beside me, like Little Miss Tuffet, hello
Talkin' bullshit, knowin' I want to fuck it
Basically, I figured she was widdit
So I pulled out my ink pen and exchanged the phone digits
Gimme a call when you get to your crib
So I can get directions, right to where you live

She smiled and left, the girl was wide open
I'm no jokin' when the E blows the smoke in
Check the Rolex, asked for my check
The waitress came over in a pair of black spandex
Gave me a look like, aren't you Erick Sermon?
Yes, and who is it concernin'?" Me, that's the hype

It's the hype

I asked her, "What time you get off?" Oh, in fifteen minutes
So I stormed the bitch like a blizzard
Can I take you home? Sure meet me in the parking lot
I'll flash my high beams, so you can find my spot
She came out, man, she was all that
Cool like that and stacked like that

She jumped in with a wide open grin
Before I went to her crib, I dropped off my best friend
Got to his house and gave him dap
He knew what time it was, so he passed me a jim hat
Got to her house, then parked the Jeep

I asked her who was home, she said, ?Her sister but she sleep?
Walked upstairs, right into the room
With one skylight, lookin' straight at the moon
She wasted no time, man, she was on it
Grabbed for the bozack, and her hands was packed
Took off our clothes, went to work, man trust me

I heard someone knockin', somebody tried to bust me
It was her sister, man, I must be buggin', shit
It's the same girl, I met from the night clubbers
That's your sister? Oh I didn't know, I'll go
And they both screamed, "Hell no", they smiled
With a devilish grin and the other sister jumped in

That's the hype, it's the hype yo
That's the hype, word 'em up
One, two it's the hype, check it out yo yo
It's the hype yo, it's the hype, yo it's the hype
Word em up it's the hype
Yo, [unverified] take 'em out

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X'S And O'S (Kisses And Hugs) - Lyrics - David Allan Coe

Title: X'S And O'S (Kisses And Hugs)
Artist: David Allan Coe
Composer(s): David Allan Coe

Lyric:
Deliver de letter de sooner de better
The upside down stamp meant the kisses were wetter
I.S.Y.I.M.D., I'll see you in my dreams, honey

T.S., T.S., T.S.A., S.W.A.K
X's and O's who knows what all of that means?

P.P.D.S.P.E.M.R.M.F.O.B.T. must have took
Lots of hours for you to see
What I was saying back then when we were still green

P.M.P.M.D.S.O.F.'s not hard at all
Please Mr. Post Man don't stumble or fall
I still remember what M.B.D.D.F.C. means

S.W.P.A.P. was a twister
Sprinkled with powder and perfume, my sister took
Two days to figure out sweet dreams forever sweet dreams

S.D.F.S.D. had her seeing double
The envelope looked like a good Chinese puzzle
Yes I got those letters you wrote me when we were fifteen
By younger son and the oldest son

Deliver de letter de sooner de better
The upside down stamp meant the kisses were wetter
I.S.Y.I.M.D., I'll see you in my dreams, honey

T.S., T.S., T.S.A., S.W.A.K
X's and O's who knows what all of that means?

P.P.D.S.P.E.M.R.M.F.O.B.T. must have took
Lots of hours for you to see
What I was saying back then when we were still green

P.M.P.M.D.S.O.F.'s not hard at all
Please Mr. Post Man don't stumble or fall
I still remember what M.B.D.D.F.C. means

S.W.P.A.P. was a twister
Sprinkled with powder and perfume, my sister took
Two days to figure out sweet dreams forever sweet dreams

S.D.F.S.D. had her seeing double
The envelope looked like a good Chinese puzzle
Yes I got those letters you wrote me when we were fifteen

Deliver de letter de sooner de better
The upside down stamp meant the kisses were wetter
I.S.Y.I.M.D., I'll see you in my dreams, honey

T.S., T.S., T.S.A., S.W.A.K

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Switch It Up - Lyrics - Liberation - Mya

Title: Switch It Up
Album: Liberation
Artist: Mya
Composer(s): Mya Marie Harrison

Lyric:
You think you know but you have no idea
(Hope you're ready)

You say you a gangsta, keep saying you a gangsta
Really think you a gangsta, don't you?
Think you can have your cake and eat it too
Sweety, that don't make you a gangsta
I'mma put it on you and I'm through
Watch me show you gangsta

Any other night I'll be rocking Sports Center T-shirt
Ponytail with my slippers
Probably callin' your phone asking when you coming home
Fed up with the lies and the slip ups

But tonight I'mma flip up
Something sexy on do you like a pimp does
Cooking dinner when my 4 inch grinds
Rockin' La Perla treat you like a king and spoil you

What you want
(I'll do it)
And what you need
(I'll prove it)
I'mma be your sweet thing just for the evening
(But don't get too used to it)

'Cause I'm coming to cut you off
This will be the last time I break you off
Bet you won't know that you lost a good thing 'til it's gone

Tonight I'll be your waitress, your mistress
(Anything you need I'm at your service)
Your sister, your doctor
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up, make you want more when I switch it up
Show you what's yours when I switch it up
Watch me switch it, switch it, switch

Lover, your mother
(Anything you need I'm at your service)
Temporary secretary
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up make you want more when I switch it up
But it ain't yours 'cause I'm switchin' up
Boy I'm switchin', switchin' up

Any other time I will be pissed off
Maxin' out your cards, scratchin' up your car
From the back to the front actually
Scratchin' her name on the front door

But tonight I'll be Latisha
That chick that you had up in my Beemer
Everythin' you ain't see me
When you thought you had the G, tonight I'mma be her

Boy' what you want
(I'll do it)
What you need
(I'll prove it)
I'mma be your sweet thing just for the evenin'
But don't get too used to it

'Cause I'm coming to cut you off
This will be the last time I break you off
Bet you won't know you lost a good one when I'm gone

Tonight I'll be your waitress, your mistress
(Anything you need I'm at your service)
Your sister, your doctor
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up, make you want more when I switch it up
Show you what's yours when I switch it up
Watch me switch it, switch it, switch

Lover, your mother
(Anything you need I'm at your service)
Temporary secretary
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up, make your want more when I switch it up
But it ain't yours 'cause I'm switchin' up
Boy, I'm switchin', switchin' up

No more crying'
(No more tryin')
I don't like it
(So I've decided)

I'mma leave you somethin'
So that you can remember me
Gon' be so sick of me
You'll be M Y A s feen

We gon' change
(So I)
Switch up my game
(And I)
Took a look in the mirror and said
Mya, you can't stay

Left a scent on your pillow
Torn pictures in the window
Keys to the 6 double O
Change the number to my cell phone
So you can't call me no more

Your waitress, your mistress
(Anything you need I'm at your service)
Your sister, your doctor
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up, make you want more when I switch it up
Show you what's yours when I switch it up
Watch me switch it, switch it, switch

Lover, your mother
(Anything you need I'm at your service)
Temporary secretary
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up, make you want more when I switch it up
But it ain't yours 'cause I'm switchin' up
Watch me switch it

Tonight I'll your waitress, your mistress
(Anythin' you need I'm at your service)
You're ready for me baby?
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up, make you want more when I switch it up
Show you what's yours when I switch it up
Watch me switch it, switch it, switch

Lover, your mother
(Anythin' you need I'm at your service)
Temporary secretary
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up on you
Then I'll take it back from you
Boy, you're gonna be so sick for me

You said you was gangsta
Kept sayin' you was gangsta
Really thought you was gangsta
Now look at you

And now you cryin' at my driveway, knockin' on my door
Goin' crazy, can't reach me 'cause I switched my phone
Caught up with you, now you know better
Never ever mess with a gangasta

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Music Is My Hot Hot Sex - Lyrics - Cansei de Ser Sexy - Css

Title: Music Is My Hot Hot Sex
Album: Cansei de Ser Sexy
Artist: Css
Composer(s): Maria Lucirene Ferreira, Luisa Hanae Matsushita

Lyric:
From all the drugs the one I like more is music
From all the junks the one I need more is music
From all the boys the one I take home is music
From all the ladies the one I kiss is music

Music is my boyfriend, music is my girlfriend
Music is my dead end, music?s my imaginary friend
Music is my brother, music is my great granddaughter
Music is my sister, music is my favorite mistress

From all the **** the one I gotta buy is music
From all the jobs the one I choose is music
From all the drinks I get drunk off music
From all the ******* the one I wanna be is music

Music is my beach house, music is my hometown
Music is my king size bed, music?s where I meet my friends
Music is my hot hot bath, music is my hot hot sex
Music is my back rub, my music is where I'd like you to touch

Claro que sim, fui escoteira-mirim
Direto da escola, nao, nao ia cheirar cola
Nem basquete, pebolim

O que eu gosto nao e de graca, o que gosto nao e farsa
Tem guitarra, bateria, computador saindo som
Alguns dizem que mais alto que um furacao

Perto dele eu podia sentir
Saia de seu olho e chegava em mim
Sentada do seu lado eu queria encostar
Faria o tigela ate o sol raiar

Debaixo do lencol ele gemia em re bemol
Fiquei tensa mas tava tudo bem

Ele e fodao, mas eu sei que eu sou tambem
Ele e fodao, mas eu sei que eu sou tambem
Ele e fodao, mas eu sei que eu sou tambem
Ele e fodao, mas eu sei que eu sou tambem
Ele e fodao, mas eu sei que eu sou tambem

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I Believe - Lyrics - Robert Plant

Title: I Believe
Artist: Robert Plant
Composer(s): Phil Johnstone, Robert Plant

Lyric:
Tears, tears at the waters edge
Hey, little sister give us laughter instead
Tears for the teacher, from the eyes, for her soul
This restless spirit takes a long way back home

Like the wind, you are free
Just a whisper I hear you, so talk to me

Oh, I believe, ayy-o-ayy
Say brother sisters, see your brothers in the sky
Neighbor, neighbor, don't be so cold
It's only glory from the story untold, ah-ooh

Oh, I believe, ayy-o-ayy
Say brother sisters, see your brothers in the sky, oh oh oh
Neighbor, neighbor, don't be so cold
It's so much glory from the story untold
Ah-ooh, ooh, mmm, yeah

Big fire, on top of the hill
A worthless gesture and last farewell
Tears from your mother, from the pits of her soul
Look at your father, see his blood run cold

Like the wind, you are free
Just a whisper, I hear you, so talk to me
Oh talk to me, oh talk to me
Oh talk to me, oh come on now, come on now

I believe, ayy-o-ayy
Say brothers sisters, see your brothers in the sky
Neighbor, neighbor, don't be so cold
There's so much glory from the story untold, ah-ooh

I believe, ayy-o-ayy
Say brothers sisters, see your brothers in the sky
Neighbor, neighbor, don't be so cold
There's so much glory from the story untold
Ah-ooh, ooh, I believe, I believe, I believe

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O Valencia! - Lyrics - The Crane Wife - Decemberists

Title: O Valencia!
Album: The Crane Wife
Artist: Decemberists
Composer(s): Colin Patrick Meloy

Lyric:
You belong to the gang and you say you can't break away
But I'm here with my hands on my heart
And our families can't agree, I'm your brother's sworn enemy
But I'll shout out my love to the stars

So wait for the stone on your window, your window
Wait by the car and we'll go, we'll go

When first we laid eyes, I swore to no compromise
'Til I felt my caress on your skin
Well, how soon we were betrayed, your sister gave us away
And your father came all unhinged

So wait for the stone on your window, your window
Wait by the car and we'll go, we'll go

My O Valencia
With your blood still warm on the ground
Valencia
And I swear to the stars, I'll burn this whole city down

All I heard was a shout of your brother calling me out
And you ran like a fool to my side
Well, the shot, it hit hard and your frame went limp in my arms
And an oath of love was your dying cry

So wait for the stone on your window, your window
Wait by the car and we'll, go we'll go

My O Valencia
With your blood still warm on the ground
Valencia
And I'll burn this whole city down

Valencia
With your blood gettin' cold on the ground
Valencia
And I swear to the stars, I'll burn this whole city down

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Streets Of Laredo - Lyrics - American IV: The Man Comes Around - Johnny Cash

Title: Streets Of Laredo
Album: American IV: The Man Comes Around
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): Traditional John (Arr) Cash

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Lyric:
As I walked out on the streets of Laredo
As I walked out on Laredo one day
I spied a young cowboy wrapped in white linen
All wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay

Beat the drum slowly, play the Fife lowly
Play the dead march as you carry me along
Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me
For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong

Then go write a letter and send it to my gray haired mother
And please send the same to my sister so dear
But please not one word of all this would you mention
When others should ask for my story to hear

There is another, more dear than a sister
She'll bitterly weep when she hears that I'm gone
And if some other man ever wends her affection
Don't mention my name, and my name will pass on

Just beat the drum slowly, play the Fife lowly
Play the dead march as you carry me along
Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me
For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong

Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin
Get six pretty maidens to sing me a song
Put bunches of roses all over my coffin
Roses to deaden the clods when they fall

We beat the drum slowly, played the Fife lowly
We better lay wept as we bore him along
Down in the green valley, we laid the sod o'er him
Just a young cowboy who surely gone wrong

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When Going Home - Lyrics - Bering Strait

Title: When Going Home
Artist: Bering Strait
Composer(s): Stephanie Lewis, George Teren

Lyric:
Sixteen hundred miles to cry it out
Sixteen hundred miles until the airplane touches down
To relive every moment since the day we met
Remember how forever felt, and then forget

Twenty seven days of walkin' on the sun
Twenty seven days believe in I had found the one
Finally learnin' what true passion's all about
How could anything that burns that strong suddenly burn out?

I'm leavin' Austin on the twelve O five
Gonna take my newly broken heart back to my old life
And you know that you've been gone, a little bit too long
When going home, feels like moving on, yeah

My sister will be waiting at the gate
I've got three more hours to get my story straight
'Cause I've been tellin' her for weeks that it's true love
There's no easy way to say how wrong I was

I'm leavin' Austin on the twelve O five
Gonna take my newly broken heart back to my old life
And you know that you've been gone, a little bit too long
When going home, feels like moving on, yeah

In spite of all the dreams and all the best laid plans
Sometimes we start over right where we began

I'm leavin' Austin on the twelve O five
Gonna take my newly broken heart back to my old life
And you know that you've been gone, a little bit too long
When going home, feels like moving on

When going home feels like movin' on, movin' on, yeah
Movin' on, movin' on
I'm movin' on

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O, Porcupine - Lyrics - Me Without You

Title: O, Porcupine
Artist: Me Without You
Composer(s): Gregory Jehanian, Christopher Kleinberg, Richard Mazotta, Aaron Weiss, Michael Weiss

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Lyric:
Without a queen the locust swarm
Turned the ground to black
Descending like a shadowy tower
On a fish's back

And scattered the sticks
Who crawled like snakes in the sand
As the red clay took the form of a lizard
Who rushed like a moth
To the flame of my open hand
My little world, my sad little world

A speckled bird humbly inspired
Ran across the road when it could have flown
And it made me smile at the water's edge, Babylon
As we laid and slept, the river wept for you, O' Zion!
The stones cry out, bells shake the sky
All creation groans, "Shh!"

Listen to it!

Messes of men in farmer poverty
Not much for monks but we pretend to be
Share a silent meal and a pot of chamomile
Gypsies like us should be stamped in solidarity

And I held you in my fond but distant memory
While awaken with the Mother Hen to gather me
Who regretfully wrote, 'You have a decent ear for notes
But you can't yet appreciate harmony'

Oh, porcupine low in the tree, your eyes to mine
You'd be well inclined, not to mess with me
At the garden's edge beneath a speechless sky
As His friends slept, Jesus wept and now wonder

And now you say you wanna be set free?
And wanna set me free?
Well, I'm told that can only come from
A union with the One who never dies

In my little world, in my sad little world
I patched a plaster wall, my little world
In my little world, I was waiting, just dying
To take offense at something, in my little world
In my little world, in my sad little world
That's all there is in my little world

In darkness a light shines on me
In darkness a light shines on you

I never gathered figs from a thorny branch
I never picked a grapefruit off a bramble bush
And for the past five almost six years now!
You know you haven't once looked at me
With kindness in your eyes

You say, 'Judas is a brother of mine?'
But sister in our darkness a light shines
And all I ever want to say for the rest of my life
Is how that light is God
And though I've been mistaken on this or that point
That light is nevertheless God

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Tonight &Amp; Forever - Lyrics - Carly Simon

Title: Tonight &Amp; Forever
Artist: Carly Simon
Composer(s): C Simon, Eddie Schwartz, Robin B Lerner

Lyric:
I've waited years for you tonight
My faith in love has been my guiding light
I heard you voice, I read your heart
I fell in love with you though we were miles apart

Tonight and forever
Tonight and forever I am yours

O sister, make my wedding bed
Tie a bunch of wild thorn branches
At the head and scatter roses on the floor
Three bright stars shining at our door

Tonight and forever
Tonight and forever
Tonight and forever, I am yours

And a song on the wind
Rising from the sea

A fire so cold, a flame so new
No, I could never ask for more than you
The moon is high, the tide is in
Now the night is ours, let the dance begin

Tonight and forever
Tonight and forever, I am yours

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I’m A G’ - Lyrics - Loved by Few, Hated by Many - Lil' Keke

Title: I’m A G’
Album: Loved by Few, Hated by Many
Artist: Lil' Keke
Composer(s): Marcus Lee Edwards, B Williams, Leroy Williams

Lyric:
Gots to be a G till the day that I die
(That's right)
Gots to be a G till the day that I die
(Hey, hey)

Gots to be a G till the day that I die
(I'ma G)
(I'ma G)
Gots to be a G till the day that I die

I got to be a G
(Real niggas stand up)
Gots to be a G
(O.Gs stand up)

Gots to be a G
(Crones da bricks nigga)
(I come from nothing)
Gots to be a G till the day that I die

Lord, have mercy, momma done raised a real thug
Me and my daddy cool but he showed me tough love
Fifteen, I was asked out gettin' grown
By this time my old man had just moved on

Momma couldn't drive so she didn't have a car
And I could still see my T lady walkin' far
Sweat on her face, purse and a grocery bag
Me and my sister shit that's all we ever had

Stuck my chest out became the man of the house
Now I'm the bread winner, go get it at any cost
Flippin' burgers, washing cars and cutting yards
I graduated to cooking soft and selling hard

Highschool is over with I'm on a path
To mo hoes mo dough and a new slab
I'ma B.G hard headed so fly
But I'ma gangsta and like this till I die
(Know wut I'm sayin')

Gots to be a G till the day that I die
(Brrrrrrrd)
Gots to be a G till the day that I die
(Wut it do, homeboy)

Gots to be a G till the day that I die
(Wut's da buisness)
(Keke, it's big money, stunna, nigga we in da buiding)

Gots to be a G
(Real niggas stand up)
Gots to be a G
(O.G's stand up)

Gots to be a G
(I'm still here)
Gots to be a G till th day that I die
(you know wut it is, homeboy)

I say my hood is a mess the O.G's done
Got dressed wit the red
They heard the lil' homie got wet
So them AK's sprayin', blood for the young blood

You know us nigga is ridin' us
We fly 25's on them new trucks
We high till we die you cant see us
G fo burin' purple bush on dat kush

Leanin' on the lean and them guns stay took
Stuntin on dem bitches in god we trust
I'll ink my whole body I dont give a mother fuck
Redid the new grill iced out block cuts

Like father like son real niggas stand up
I'm wall paper, dawg, I hustle in the fall
Slept wit the gater roll wit guerillas
Built real niggas, a cash money nigga
Young money nigga, we them real go gettas
(Belive that)

Gots to be a G till the day that I die
Gots to be a G till the day that I die
Gots to be a G till the day that I die
Gots to be a G till the day that I die

Gots to be a G
(Real niggas stand up)
Gots to be a G
(O.Gs stand up)

Gots to be a G
(I'm here, nigga)
(Ha, ha)
Gots to be a G till the day that I die

Fuck a diploma, I'm smuthered in tha drawer aroma
Still on probation if I piss then I'ma gona
Catch a pistol case fo' I leave it at the crib
Welcome to Hershelwood, soldiers get it how they live

A million blocks but they all end at one road
The streets a motherfucker ride till the car explode
Niggas, lose your vests I'm taking head shots
Fuck a new story evidents and sub blocks

Pressure bust a pipe kept it real and stayed at it
Them old snitch niggas know the game and still ratted
I'm at the weed house wit 20 bags and 3 for ten
I had a closed mind, I wasn't listening back then

Stuck in one spot trying to learn to manage money
Fuck them air jordens, the sky ain't forever sunny
Keep a full clip jackers might wanna visit
I'ma G chasin' down the same meal ticket
(Know wut I'm sayin')
(That's right)

Gots to be a G till the day that I die
Gots to be a G till the day that I die
(Real talk)

Gots to be a G till the day that I die
Gots to be a G till the day that I die
Gots to be a G
(O.Gs stand up)

Gots to be a G
(Crones da bricks, nigga)
Gots to be a G
(I come from nothing)
(Ha, ha)

Gots to be a G till the day that I die
(Hey)
(Hey)

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Daddy'S Little Baby - Lyrics - Venni Vetti Vecci - Ja Rule

Title: Daddy'S Little Baby
Album: Venni Vetti Vecci
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Jeffrey Atkins, Edward Jr Hinson, O'Kelly Isley, Chris Jasper, Irving D Lorenzo, Ernest Isley, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Marvin Isley

Lyric:
It's my heart pray

Daddy's little baby must learn this world is shady
And the color of your skin don't make you less of a lady
Degrade yourself never 'coz I'm teaching you better
Life ain't all about cheddar, diamonds and leather

Understand you're a black sister
In this white man's world don't let it get ya
Down girl it's essential that you grow amongst your group
So you don't grow too fast and be doin' Lord knows who

'Coz daddy loves you, don't let nobody tell you different
What I do for a living is a talent I'm given
And I'm a raise you too black, too strong beautiful
Tell the truth let you know what women go through

Lies and deceit the nigga you love he gone cheat
So be careful in the heat baby girl with cold feet
Keep yo head steady baby this world ain't ready
Make me proud you daddy's little baby

I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
You're my baby now and ever

Yo Ja's imagery is somewhat like God and His chemistry
"Blasphemy" I tell my baby girl proudly
Put her over my knee and let her know this world is yours
Men are dogs take it from daddy and hold yours

Head high lady love is 'bout lies and deception
Will always be seen through the eyes
In my demise don't cry just hold on
Stay headstrong and live to learn that life goes on

The day you was born God answered my cry for help
I look at you a female replica of myself
I was conceived two twenty-nine you nine twenty-two
God what's the science in this sign you threw?

I want to know just so I can spread the jewel to my youth
So she don't have to come up like I did runnin' loots
Keep yo head steady baby this world ain't ready
Make me proud you're daddy's little baby for real

I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
You're my baby now and ever

When I look in your eyes I see stars
It's me and you against the world baby it's in the signs
And anything you want you can get it daddy's getting it done
You the reason why I keep the hundreds under the ones

And go through rain sleet and snow to kiss the sun
Though my travel through the storm has just begun
Swear to God when my sister died I was only five
Didn't even cry couldn't know the value of a life

Now I realize why Brittney's so rare to me
She came at the time when nobody cared for me
This world's tough I'm a guide you through it carefully
Learn the game and remember nothing in life's free

My little lady can't quite understand me now
But baby in time I'll break it down
So keep yo head steady baby this world ain't ready
Make me proud you're daddy's little baby for real

I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
You're my baby now and ever

You know I love you girl, oh yeah
And I'll always be there for you girl
You know, you know babe
You're my baby now and ever

And I will always
Oh you know, you know
Yeah you're my baby now and ever
And you know, you know baby

Now you see I love you girl
You're my little baby girl yeah
You're my baby now and ever
And I know you know, you know

Oh you know always, always
Always you're my baby
Now and ever, I know

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More Than A Woman - Lyrics - 2:35 Pm - Calvin Richardson

Title: More Than A Woman
Album: 2:35 Pm
Artist: Calvin Richardson
Composer(s): Edward O Iii Ferrell, Balewa Muhammad, Darren Lighty, Cliff Lighty, Calvin Richardson

Lyric:
Listen

Looking back, reminiscing on
Caught a brother doing bad, and you put me on
You told me not to be ashamed of what I got
Never mind them hatein' niggas up and down the block, babe
Held it down, and the bills got paid
Said, "Go ahead baby, do your singin' thang"
And when God blesses us I want a Lexus
With a hide-away mansion in the Hamptons

Girl you must have lost your way from Heaven
Could it be for me you came so far?
Nothing like the ordinary woman
You're the very beat inside my heart
Girl your like the star I view so high
Shining like a diamond in outer space
Girl your like my mother, my sister, my lover
Irreplaceable, nothing can take your place

You're the blood in my veins, you're the air I breathe
On a hot summer day your like a shirt with no sleeves
What makes me a man, any fool could see
You're more than a woman to me
If you take that back, there would be no cure
I'd sail there forever, like a ship with no shore
What makes me a man, any fool can see
You're more than a woman to me

Look at us, living luxury
And I been thinking maybe we should start a family
A girl for you, and a boy for me
Matching stones, separate guests, would you marry me baby?
And if you'd have me, I'd gladly give my life
Today I'd take this vow to make you my wife
Nothing temporary, you know it's quite contrary
Just you and me, for eternity

Girl you must have lost your way from Heaven
Could it be for me you came so far?
Nothing like the ordinary woman
You're the very beat inside my heart
Girl your like the star I view so high
Shining like a diamond in outer space
Girl your like my mother, my sister, my lover
Irreplaceable, nothing can take your place

You're the blood in my veins, you're the air I breathe
On a hot summer day your like a shirt with no sleeves
What makes me a man, any fool could see
You're more than a woman to me
If you take that back, there would be no cure
I'd sail there forever, like a ship with no shore
What makes me a man, any fool can see
You're more than a woman to me

You're the blood in my veins, you're the air I breathe
On a hot summer day your like a shirt with no sleeves
What makes me a man, any fool could see
You're more than a woman to me
If you take that back, there would be no cure
I'd sail there forever, like a ship with no shore
What makes me a man, any fool can see
You're more than a woman to me

You're the blood in my veins, you're the air I breathe
On a hot summer day your like a shirt with no sleeves
What makes me a man, any fool could see
You're more than a woman to me

Ma-ma my baby
Ma-ma my baby
Ma-ma my baby
Yeah yeah yeah
Ohh ohh yeah
Louie Louie Louie
Yeah yeah yeah
Girl I love you

You're the blood in my veins, you're the air I breathe
On a hot summer day your like a shirt with no sleeves
What makes me a man, any fool could see
You're more than a woman to me
Girl if you take that back, there would be no cure
I'd sail there forever, like a ship with no shore
What makes me a man, any fool can see
You're more than a woman to me

You're the blood in my veins, you're the air I breathe
On a hot summer day your like a shirt with no sleeves
What makes me a man, any fool could see
You're more than a woman to me
Girl if you take that back, there would be no cure
I'd sail there forever, like a ship with no shore
What makes me a man, any fool can see
You're more than a woman to me

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I'Ll Take You There - Lyrics - Big Money Heavyweight - Big Tymers

Title: I'Ll Take You There
Album: Big Money Heavyweight
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Angelo Bond, Gregory S Perry, J Gilliam, M Barrett, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Now how can one get up off the spot
God damn raise a family get up off the block
Where the city don't love and they don't care
But I will take you there

Now how can one get up off the spot
God damn raise a family get up off the block
Where the city don't love and they don't care
But I will take you there

Tell the sister like blood, little brother a thug
And how to survive the cracks in the middle of the mud
I'm the OG gangsta VL in the truth
Every nigga, in my city know how to tussle and shoot

My lil' homey got killed over a key and a pound
So when I pump, pump blood I'm a hold it down
His sister and his moms when I come around
Showin' love to the family when ya' lose your ground

Wassup lil' man had to write you a rap
Just to let you know this nigga, still got yo' back
Ain't too much change still doin' my shows
Stayin' away from fake niggas, and busta ass hoes

But enough about me and everything in my world
Congrats lil' dad heard you had a lil' girl
If theres anything they need and they ever in a jam
Don't hesitate to ask y'all call ya' Fam

Now how can one get up off the spot
God damn raise a family get up off the block
Where the city don't love and they don't care
But I will take you there

Now how can one get up off the spot
God damn raise a family get up off the block
Where the city don't love and they don't care
But I will take you there

But can you see life roomin' with no crack and pipe
And no weed to smoke no Gs in sight
And no cris to bust no wheels on bikes
And no pussy to fuck nobody to like

But can you see life roomin' with no money and goods
Big money heavy weights with nobody to cook
Nobody to book nobody to look
Tryin' to get back what motherfuckers they took

All you see is that platinum shit
A ghetto nigga, on stage grabbin' his dick
But you don't know what I have seen
From the bitches to the riches, to the triple beams

The project bricks the old school kicks
The early mornin' capers and the late night flicks
But since I moved on things ain't the same
I chose rap you chose the game

Now how can one get up off the spot
God damn raise a family get up off the block
Where the city don't love and they don't care
But I will take you there

Now how can one get up off the spot
God damn raise a family get up off the block
Where the city don't love and they don't care
But I will take you there

See your mom still strugglin' you up in the pen
But mom just wonderin when the end gon end
When the guns gon stop from spinnin' the bin
Or when the hood gon block the dope in the pen

Or when the light shot out you up in the park
The white trunk out your homey got marked
Or every nigga, that talk or rat in his heart
Or every nigga, that talk should die in the dark

I never forgot you and what we did
And how we came up and where we lived
I'm seven forever turn coke to never
Hard head 'til I'm dead until I'm 'bout my cheddar

Gotta get my ends wanna push a Benz
Eat steak live great and raise my twins
I can't believe I'm talkin' to ya' now that ya' gone
I luv ya' bruh and this is my song

Now how can one get up off the spot
God damn raise a family get up off the block
Where the city don't love and they don't care
But I will take you there

Now how can one get up off the spot
God damn raise a family get up off the block
Where the city don't love and they don't care
But I will take you there

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