Daktari - Lyrics - Hope Chest: The Fredonia Recordings 1982-1983 - 10,000 Maniacs

Title: Daktari
Album: Hope Chest: The Fredonia Recordings 1982-1983
Artist: 10,000 Maniacs
Composer(s): John Lombardo, Natalie Merchant

Lyric:
Like a weasel in the clover
You tilt, toss, pop, turn over
Sit down
Tremble, weave like a moth
By flame deceived
Sit down

Like a weasel in the clover
You tilt, toss, pop, turn over
Sit down
Tremble, weave like a moth
By flame deceived
Sit down

Spill with the words caught
Dance in your room
Slide like you're buttered up
Roll back the tomb
Sit down, sit down, sit down

When the thunder clouds sound
Ants all scatter to high ground
Sit down
Bolt scuff jilt chase circle riddle
Shake in haste
Sit down

Bolt scuff jilt chase circle riddle
And shake in haste
Sit down, sit down
When the thunder clouds sound
Ants all scatter to high ground
Sit down

Like a weasel in the clover
You tilt, toss, pop, turn over
Sit down
Tremble, weave like a moth
By flame deceived
Sit down

Spill with the words caught
Dance in your room
Slide like you're buttered up
Roll back the tomb
Sit down, sit down, sit down

When the thunder clouds sound
Ants scatter, scatter to high ground
Bolt scuff jilt chase circle riddle
Shake in haste
Sit down, sit down, sit down

Like a weasel, like a weasel
Sit down, sit down

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Sure As I'M Sittin' Here - Lyrics - Three Dog Night

Title: Sure As I'M Sittin' Here
Artist: Three Dog Night
Composer(s): John Hiatt

Lyric:
Get up, you get down
You get lost and then you get found
Sure as I'm sittin' here
Sure as I'm sittin' here

You get a laugh, you get a cry
Get 'em all before you die
Sure as I'm sittin' here
Sure as I'm sittin' here

Come on, sit down, get down
A come on, sit down, get down
Sure as I'm sittin' here
Sure as I'm sittin' here

All the ladies hypnotize you
And all your friends, well, they just patronize you
Don't God, look forgot, He's just sittin' here
And I think He's got a plan but it's not too clear

You get the truth, you get a lie
Enough to make a grown man cry
Sure as I'm sittin' here
Sure as I'm sittin' here

You get the light, you get the dark
Fall in love, it breaks your heart
Sure as I'm sittin' here
Sure as I'm sittin' here

Come on, sit down, get down
A come on, sit down, get down
Sure as I'm sittin' here
Sure as I'm sittin' here

Come on, sit down, get down
A come on, sit down, get down
Sure as I'm sittin' here
Sure as I'm sittin' here

Come on, sit down, get down
A come on, sit down, get down
Sure as I'm sittin' here
Sure as I'm sittin' here

Now you might think it's confusing
With all you got well, look what all you're losin'
Was it just life and it just goes on
So quick with your complainin'
So that nothin' will be gone

Sure as I'm sittin' here
Sure as I'm sittin' here
Sure as I'm sittin' here
Sure as I'm sittin' here

Come on, sit down, get down
A come on, sit down, get down
Sure as I'm sittin' here
Sure as I'm sittin' here

Come on, sit down, get down
A come on, sit down, get down
Sure as I'm sittin' here
Sure as I'm sittin' here

Come on, sit down, get down
A come on, sit down, get down
Sure as I'm sittin' here
Sure as I'm sittin' here

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Home By The Sea - Lyrics - Genesis

Title: Home By The Sea
Artist: Genesis
Composer(s): Phil Collins, Anthony Banks, Michael Rutherford

Lyric:
Home by the sea
Home by the sea
Home by the sea
Home by the sea

Creeping up the blind side, shinning up the wall
Stealing through the dark of night
Climbing through a window, stepping to the floor
Checking to the left and the right
Picking up the pieces, putting them away
Something doesn't feel quite right

Help me someone, let me out of here
Then out of the dark was suddenly heard
Welcome to the home by the sea

Coming out the woodwork through the open door
Pushing from above and below
Shadows but no substance in the shape of men
Round and down and sideways they go
Adrift without direction, eyes that hold despair
Then as one they sign and they moan

Help us someone, let us out of here
Living here so long undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago
Before the time when we first heard
Welcome to the home by the sea

Sit down, sit down
Sit down, sit down, sit down
As we relive our lives in what we tell you

Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
Things those go to make up a life
Endless days of summer, longer nights of gloom
Waiting for the morning life
Scenes of unimportance, photos in a frame
Things those go to make up a life

Help us someone, let us out of here
'Cos living here so long undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago
Before the time when we first heard
Welcome to the home by the sea

Sit down, sit down
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down
As we relive our lives in what we tell you
Let us relive our lives in what we tell you

Sit down, sit down, sit down
'Cos you won't get away
No with us you will stay
For the rest of your days, sit down
As we relive our lives in what we tell you
Let us relive our lives in what we tell you, oh

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Independent - Lyrics - Savage Life 2 - Webbie

Title: Independent
Album: Savage Life 2
Artist: Webbie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Mac Knight Claud Vernell, Webster Gradney, Torence Hatch

Lyric:
I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do you know what that mean mayne?
I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do you know what that mean?
She got her own house
She got her own car
Two jobs, work hard, you a bad broad

If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down

I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do you know what that mean?
Baby Phat just relax
Front your own flat screen
Back rub, cook, clean, man don't make her make a scene

When u call her on her cellular
She tell u she don't need not a got damn thang
You a hot damn thang
If you think u finna get her wit a got damn chain
You insane, boy you better get some goddamn change

You a fool, been to school
Even walked across the stage
And she say I love webbie
From his looks to his ways
The stilettos, the J's depend on how the weather look
Flip flop slippers just to show off the pedicure

Flip flop niggaz depend on how the cheddar look
She'll buy her own I don't think she'll never look
In a man face standin' waitin' for him to take care of her
She'll rather go to work and pay the bills on schedule

I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do you know what that mean mayne?
I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do you know what that mean?
She got her own house
She got her own car
Two jobs, work hard, you a bad broad

If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down

She a dome dime diva
Gutta like Keisha
Work that meter
Cuz she a good freaka
Cuz she stay on her shit
She got her own shit
She don't neva trip cuz all she want is that dick

She bouncy, flossy keep them hoes off me
Gutta lil slang man, I love when she talkin'
A independent chick, do you know what that mean?
She cook, she clean, neva smell like onion rings

22's on her whip
Oh she do it large
When she break a nigga off
Got a nigga spoiled
She a bad lil' chick
A fly lil' chick
Hit me on my phone she like to buy that dick

Got her stunna shades on lookin' like sumthin'
Stallion hair long she a nice sumthin'
Like to go to the mall er'day for an outfit
Hair did, nails did, independent what she call it

I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do you know what that mean mayne?
I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do you know what that mean?
She got her own house
She got her own car
Two jobs, work hard, you a bad broad

If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down

She got her own house, drive her own whip
Range Rover all white, like her toe tips
She got a pretty smile, smell real good
Only time she need a man for that good jug

They buy the bar too, they superstars too
They be like you ain't got no money take yo broke tail home
In Baby Phat they on, they clothes match they phone
They be like 'yeah!' When they song come on

Leave the club kinda early 'cuz they gotta go to work
I mess wit supervisors who got credit like Big Turk
So dusty feet, please don't bother me
I got independent dimes on my mind who spoil me

Gucci hat, Gucci fit so sick
That's a gift from my independent chick yes sir!
Tryna get next to her gotta be yaself mayne
'Cause she got her own money, she don't need no help mayne

I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do you know what that mean mayne?
I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do you know what that mean?
She got her own house
She got her own car
Two jobs, work hard, you a bad broad

If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down

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Sit Down - Lyrics - The Art of Love and War - Angie Stone

Title: Sit Down
Album: The Art of Love and War
Artist: Angie Stone
Composer(s): E Harris, Angie Stone

Lyric:
Sit down, let me talk to you
Maybe we can get down if you want, now or later
If you're with it, I'm here to make sure it happens
In the best way for you

Sit down, let me talk to you
Maybe we can get down if you want, now or later
If you're with it, I'm here to make sure it happens
In the best way for you

Sunny days, purple haze
We chillin' in the shade, oh
I can feel myself gettin' a rush
Oh, I'm so high

Apple martinis and buffalo wings
Baby, listen to the jay bird sing
La la la la la
La la la la

Baby, sit down let me talk to you
Maybe we can get down if you want, now or later
If you're with it, I'm here to make sure it happens
In the best way for you

Baby, sit down let me talk to you
Maybe we can get down if you want, now or later
If you're with it, I'm here to make sure it happens
In the best way for you

Cruisin' on in Chi town
I'm here to tell you we just don't stop
Makin' our way with Marvin Gaye
Watchin' sunsets on the bay

Baby, let me rub your body
With some oil
Can we take it there
I dare you boo

Baby, sit down let me talk to you
Maybe we can get down if you want, now or later
If you're with it, I'm here to make sure it happens
In the best way for you

Baby, sit down let me talk to you
Maybe we can get down if you want, now or later
If you're with it, I'm here to make sure it happens
In the best way for you

Baby, oh baby, I said
I'm lovin' the way that you're lovin' me
I'll admit, I'm caught up in my fantasy
And I won't change this feeling for nothin'

Sit down let me talk to you
Maybe we can get down if you want, now or later
If you're with it, I'm here to make sure it happens
In the best way for you

Sit down c'mon
Let's have a conversation
I want to be good to you
(I love you boy)

Come over here baby sit down
Let me talk to ya bout what's goin down sugar
I just wanna let you know that I'm feelin' you
Crazy, crazy about you

And I'm lovin the very ground you walk on
Baby, listen to this song
You know you make me feel
Like a real woman

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Get On Up - Lyrics - The Show, The After Party, The Hotel - Jodeci

Title: Get On Up
Album: The Show, The After Party, The Hotel
Artist: Jodeci
Composer(s): Cedric Hailey, Joel Hailey, Ivan Lins, Victor Martins, Dalvin Degrate

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Lyric:
Yeah, said it sounds so good to me
You gotta get on up
Gotta get on up, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You gotta get on up, now
Say it again, Jodeci

Get on up
Gotta get on up
You gotta get on up, now
Wait a minute, let me tell you

Everybody grab somebody
Turn this mutha into a party
Fellas take your lady's hand
Ladies go and choose your man

There's no need to be afraid
Friday night, let's all get paid
Positive is the attitude
Negative is not the mood

Get on up, no, no
You gotta get on up
You gotta get on up, now
Let's say it again

Get on up
And you can't sit down
You gotta get on up, now
And you can't sit down

Now that everybody's movin'
Everybody in here is groovin'
Everything is alright
This atmosphere is so nice

The D.J. is doin' his duty
All the ladies shakin' their booty
And the night is still young
And the party's just begun, yeah

Get on up
And you can't sit down
You gotta get on up, now
And you can't sit down

Get on up
Get on up
And you can't sit down
You gotta get on up, now

Get on up
And you can't sit down
You gotta get on up, now
And you can't sit down

Get on up
And you can't sit down
You gotta get on up, now

Party, party, party all day, baby
All day, don't you never, never
Never, never, never stop
Never stop, never stop
And you can't sit down

Get on up
And you can't sit down
You gotta get on up, now
And you can't sit down

Get on up
Everybody just get on up
You gotta get on up, now
Get on up, ooh yeah

It feels so good
Said it feels so good
Said it feels so good
I just wanna get on up

And you can't sit down
And you can't sit down
You gotta get on up, now
And you can't sit down
You gotta get on up
Get on up

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Black & Brown - Lyrics - Full Circle - Xzibit

Title: Black & Brown
Album: Full Circle
Artist: Xzibit
Composer(s): Alvin N Joiner, Shawn Campbell, Marshall J Leathers

Lyric:
Wassup? We need to talk
Let me light my backport
That's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown

Yo, I love Los Angeles, you can hear it in my music
Plus I got the scars to prove it
And man, you won't understand what I understand
I'm feelin' like a piece to a bigger plan

'Cause all I'm sayin' is the God honest truth of it all
We fightin' the wrong enemy
That's why I'm gettin' involved
It's just like the end of that movie 'Saw'

When them two chained up guys met with their demise
And the mastermind was layin' there the whole time
Remember that? That's why we have to sit down
And speak about the black and the brown

Now I didn't come here to point no fingers
I know over the years that the pain still lingers
Over past confrontations
*** we all on parole and probation and *** up situations

And everybody lose, from the pen to the neighborhoods
Now it's even in the high schools
'Cause I was watchin' K. Cal News
When the students squared off and one kid wouldn't choose sides

Hit with a hammer and the kid died
And now it's a full blown riot
Tck, that's when the fists start flyin'
These kids ain't learnin' s*** about math and science, man

Tension is so thick, some are comin' around
I don't wanna see no more of us up under the ground
So now that's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown

Eighty percent of inmates are black and Hispanic
They tryna wipe us all off the face of this planet
Dammit, that's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown

Yo, I got the homey Jose from way back in the day
He came to scoop me up in his all white Six-Trey
And he don't really *** with nobody outside of the set
It's tatted big on his neck, y'know?

So over the years, built respect and trust
Some black and brown issues, we both discussed
He said, "Homes, it's been goin' down too long
I gotta bang on them fools and it don't feel wrong"

"They killed my cousin over eighty eight bricks
So word came down, we gotta handle that ***
Kill all mayatas in white tee shirts
Can I tell the truth homes? The truth starts hurtin'"

At first, I remind him of what vengeance do
What vengeance is and who vengeance belongs to
He wasn't tryna hear that ***
He just turned up the volume, bangin' 50 Cent

Tension is so thick, some are comin' around
I don't wanna see no more of us up under the ground
So now that's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown

Eighty percent of inmates are black and Hispanic
They tryna wipe us all off the face of this planet
Dammit, that's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown

I got soldiers from both sides who really don't care
Who identify themselves by the colors they wear
The homey came through to put one in the air
I can tell somethin' was wrong the way he sat in his chair

He said, "X, man, I'm just gettin' out
From doin' eighty eight months, tryna figure things out"
He told me in the pen, you get down to get done
'Cause the brown and black ratio is five to one

He showed me the scar on his gut and his neck
They got him good, said he *** near bled to death
The hate was so deep, I can see in his eyes
When he described what it feels like to almost die

All I could do was just sit back and listen
'Bout how he 'bout to send soldiers on missions
I got hit with a bottle but I'm not dead
I said, "Think with your heart, homey, not your head", I said

Tension is so thick, some are comin' around
I don't wanna see no more of us up under the ground
So now that's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown

Eighty percent of inmates are black and Hispanic
They tryna wipe us all off the face of this planet
Dammit, that's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown

Oh, you must defend yourself
If you don't, then no one else
Your homies got to ride
You're fightin' for your life

They want both of us dead
You ain't heard a word I said
You're fightin' for your life
Your homies got to ride

Tension is so thick, some are comin' around
I don't wanna see no more of us up under the ground
So now that's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown

Eighty percent of inmates are black and Hispanic
They tryna wipe us all off the face of this planet
Dammit, that's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown

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Everybody Get Up - Lyrics - All or Nothing - Fat Joe

Title: Everybody Get Up
Album: All or Nothing
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): William Earl Collins, Eric T Sadler, George Clinton Jr, Joseph Cartagena, Keith M Boxley, William J Drayton, Timothy Z Moseley, Bernard G Worrell

Lyric:
Jump off
Timbo and Joey Crack about to flip
Yeah, flip
Yeah, flip
Yeah, flip
Yeah, oh

Get up, get get, get down
You ain't come to party muh'fucker just sit down
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up

She's bad, she's bad, she's bad I know she's bad
Everybody get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up

They call me Pillsbury Dough bwoy
'Cause they know I really get that dough bwoy
Dropped, lean back, it was so propers
Then I had to circle back with some mo' choppers
Mo' guns, mo' nines, whole lotta money
Mo' Biggie sing it with me, mo' problems

Uh, it's the BX finest, cook coke crack
Baby, please, rewind this and yeah, I know I'm hot
You don't need to remind us, ladies!
Your royal penis is clean, your highness

Uh, I can't do nuttin' right these days
Got chicks mad at me 'cause I lost some weight
Timbo and Coke
And we 'bout to haunt the town in the sky blue Ghost
New York! Damn I hate to brag and boast
But I'm rich, Timbaland bring in the chorus

Everybody get up
Get up, get get, get down
You ain't come to party muh'fucker just sit down
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up

Everybody get up
Get up, get get, get down
You ain't come to party muh'fucker just sit down
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up

Everybody get up
She's bad, she's bad, she's bad I know she's bad
Everybody get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up

You about to witness, greatness at it's prime
You should tape this
Matter fact, go 'head, congratulate us
Rucker, three-peat champ, see us Lakers
(Whattup Reem?)

Homey, please, don't hate us
She said that she was single, yo, leave or make up, damn!
I'm out in L.A. within a week
Honies go to size C from an A cup

V.A. is you wit me now
Couple bricks of that yay and it's Philly bound, feel me now
I'd rather die in prison than to be a broke nigga
Live my life in the kitchen into bakin' pies

One of my addictions, on the mound
95 mile per hour pitches, volleyball servin' 'em
The iron is itchin'
To straighten any nigga out tryin' to diss 'em, crack

Get up, get get, get down
You ain't come to party muh'fucker just sit down
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Everybody get up

Get up, get get, get down
You ain't come to party muh'fucker just sit down
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Everybody get up

She's bad, she's bad, she's bad I know she's bad
Everybody get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up

She's bad, she's bad, she's bad I know she's bad
Everybody get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up

She's bad like MJ's sister
I ain't gotta talk fast, give a day and I'll twist her
Ain't gotta be celebrity to get with me, shit!
I fuck bitches that look worse than

As long as they head right and ass fat
I put a pillow over they face and ass that crack
'Bout to cruise down your avenue
In the back of that Cad, think collateral

Ain't no tellin' what this clip and the Mac'll do
Ask Timb, I got the beat by kidnappin' Maganoo
In other words don't fool with us
Aiyyo Timbaland, tell 'em what to do

Everybody get up
Get up, get get, get down
You ain't come to party muh'fucker just sit down
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up

Everybody get up
Get up, get get, get down
You ain't come to party muh'fucker just sit down
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up

Everybody get up
She's bad, she's bad, she's bad I know she's bad
Everybody get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Crack

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Walk Right In - Lyrics - Dr. Hook

Title: Walk Right In
Artist: Dr. Hook
Composer(s): Hosea Woods, Gus Cannon

Lyric:
Walk right in, sit right down, baby let your hair hang down
Walk right in, sit right down, baby let your hair hang down
Everybody's talking 'bout a new way of walking
Do you want to lose your mind?
Walk right in, sit right down, baby let your hair hang down

Walk right in, sit right down, daddy let your mind roll on
Walk right in, sit right down, daddy let your mind roll on
Everybody's talking 'bout a new way of walking
Do you want to lose your mind?
Walk right in, sit right down, daddy let your mind roll on

Walk right in, sit right down, honey let your hair hang down
Walk right in, sit right down, honey let your hair hang down
Everybody's talking 'bout a new way of walking
Do you want to lose your mind?
Walk right in, sit right down, honey let your hair hang down

Walk right in, sit right down, baby let your hair hang down
Walk right in, sit right down, daddy let your mind roll on
Walk right in, sit right down, baby let your hair hang down

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Troublesome - Lyrics - West Coast Resurrection - Game

Title: Troublesome
Album: West Coast Resurrection
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Marcelle Tom, Jayceon Terrell Taylor

Lyric:
Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Y'all niggaz see me when I come through
And ain't no denyin' that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin' in and out of white line, six double, oh
Deuce zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine

Mines hustle, Mucho Dinero, heat's confined
See more fall guys than Foreman Ali combined
If there's beef, I'm releasin' mine
And I won't stop bustin' 'til them Escalade seats recline

The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast
I return shots like Arthur Ashe
You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party

And I'll make sure ain't a nigga survivin'
Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a nigga there to revive him
And The Game ain't tryin' to win, fuck the awards
So, keep that little ass horn and that Neil Armstrong, nigga

Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Trust me, dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
Niggaz thinkin' I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
'Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster

But that don't stop the heater from bangin' or me comin' through
Droppin' all y'all niggaz with three in the chamber
Keep two mac-10's when I'm rollin', one in the changer
One when I push the button's right next to the cup holder

Dog, we can get this shit over, I got ten on The Game
Let's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain
Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aim
Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstains

And the corner's real good with that pickup
A1 good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that shit up
'Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time
Put you niggaz next to each other, how I do 'em in line

Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home
If beef cook, then I'm bringin' the chrome
If I die then I'm leavin' a clone but if I live
Through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig

When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big
When I'm rhymin' on the road, I listen to Jig
Bump Nas off that purple, sittin' on the block
And when I'm loadin' up them clips, I listen to 'Pac

A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns
Than F A B O L O U S got jerseys
And you might get 'em all in the face when shit get thick
Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey

And ain't nuthin' to do a drive by in the hood
We ain't even got survival but I'ma still take that ride
Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it
Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it

Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

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It'S Going Down - Lyrics - Blazing Arrow - Blackalicious

Title: It'S Going Down
Album: Blazing Arrow
Artist: Blackalicious
Composer(s): Shannon Showes, Lateef Kenneth Daumont, Xavier Mosley, Tony Cottrell, Tim Parker

Lyric:
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery

Well it's the microphone ripper, party-rockin Gift of Gab
I hit the scene, lift you on my beam
And send you through my high plains
Mind-train shiftin through your migraines
Spit with that I hit with patterns get you twisted sideways

And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils
Inventin new styles all the time like pronto
Four by four, runnin over suckers like a Bronco
Haters say the lyrics ain't Gonzo but they wrong though

We walking up and locking up the game and sparking up the flame
You're not gone' be the same when our flow reach your brain
It's 'bout to bust

Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky dress
Sparking us, talking 'bout your prowess but we're not impressed

Checkmate, populous crush, monstrous plush
Rhymes that just thrust onto your buck buck
Just rush

Just rushin' like the Nile River, power we deliver
See it's (going down in mystery)

Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery

Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery

You know, I know, you know, I know
(It's going down in mystery)

(Gift of Gab won't you learn 'em and assure 'em)
(That the fire that you spit'll burn 'em)
Burning up the track and turning up the action
(Murder one attack him)
Serving what you're rapping
Urban gutter anthems
(Certain of the fact)
Curtains for the wack
Searching for the knack
(You're pervin' off the fatness)
Fury of the rather early mornings after
(Worldly like disasters)
Purely just the baddest, the chief clamp down on 'em
(Like a vice on a melon squeezing tight on your temples)
Feel the bass (as the wind blows)
In your face (and your mental) hear the taste
Instrumentals even break down on you like this
(We surpass your previous standards) drastically
(Mastering bass), setting nights so bright
(Beneath the skylight)
And days (and weeks) and months (go by)
And years (and decades) and we still so fly
(While the others are just fly by night)
And not tight (we keep writing)
Like scribes (but we tight) and so wise (c'mon)

The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got
And even more so we exploring everything that they not
These are the glory days for lyricisits, forever we plot
Wait wait wait wait hold on a second bring it back (we plotx4, c'mon)
The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got
And even more so we exploring everything that they not
These are the glory days of lyricisits, forever we plot
(It's going down in mystery)

Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery

Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery

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Sit Down I Think I Love You - Lyrics - Buffalo Springfield

Title: Sit Down I Think I Love You
Artist: Buffalo Springfield
Composer(s): Stephen Stills

Lyric:
Sit down, I think I love you
Anyway I'd like to try
I can't stop thinking of you
If you go I'll know I cry

Can't you see that I'm a desperate man ?
I can hide, just being around
You want to know what they say about 'the bird in the hand'
And that's why, I ain't leaving without you

So if you want someone to love you
Pretty baby, I'm your guy
It's not much I'm asking of you
Just a 'please give me a try'

Can't you see that I'm a desperate man ?
I can hide, just being around
You know what they say about 'the bird in the hand'
And that's why, I ain't leaving without you

So if you want someone to love you
Pretty baby, I'm your guy
It's not much I'm asking of you
Just a 'please give me a try'

Sit down, I think I love you
Sit down, I think I love you
Sit down, I think I love you
Sit down, I think I love

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Man'S World - Lyrics - The Reason - Beanie Sigel

Title: Man'S World
Album: The Reason
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): James Brown, Dwight Grant, Betty Newsome, Dion Wilson

Lyric:
This is a man's world
This is a man's world
Man's world prick, yeah
This is a man's world

Man's world, all y'all little kids out there
Runnin' around with y'all little gats, man
This is a man's world
Man's world, go to summer school, nigga, get your G.E.D.

Yeah, this a man's world, pricks, no broads allowed
All my niggaz with that raw allowed
All my niggaz with they fours allowed
Who won't hesitate to bang a nigga, right in between they brows

Let's roll, fuck them bitch ass niggaz, wearin thongs an' skirts
Tryin' to catch 'em while they goin' to work
Hit them niggaz on they job at they lunch break, make the pump quick
Leave 'em ump-slayed when the fuckin' pump spray

I roll with a sick all out squad, ten deep, let's roll out squad
Bring heat when it's cold outside
Mack stick to script an' stick to street
Stick in clip an' flip your Jeep
Got extended shit an' different heat

Mack M 1 double now
I'm knockin' feathers out your bubble down
Stop the blood clot cryin'
Blood clots from the iron, you're dyin', no lyin'

This a man world, nigga, sit down, you girl niggaz
This is a man's world
Man, this a man world, nigga, sit down, you girl niggaz
This is a man's world
This a man world, nigga, man, man, man
This is a man's world
This a man world, nigga, fuck what people think

This a man's world, bitch, all you whores bow down
It's B Sig, I pimp like ta dow, peep game
I sling Meth in Vials, hit your kitchen, cook your pies up
Bring the coke back in piles, I'm that bored

Oh, yeah, I almost forgot, bitch, get a foot up your ass
If you don't get your foot on that ave an' start lookin' for cash
Just get mine right, your money like, don't make me come out there
I smacked you whore an' get you done right there

Leave this imprint 'cross your forehead, from the moray
Bitch, know my forte, I'm not for play
Hit your block, let the glock four play
Finger fuckin' a trigger is not foreplay
One more time, I'm not for play

It's a man's world, how it's supposed to go
Only the soldiers roll, you young like [Incomprehensible]
I move like Sonny, but never backwards
Weave in an' out of traffic, holdin' that package

Weight don't get moved, it get pressed off the bench
Move through an alley an' a hole in the fence
I see when you move you tense
It's a man's world nigga, sit down, you girl niggaz

It's a man's world, kiko, they shoulda told you from the get-go
That you fuckin' with them South Philly sickos
Think it's all raps 'til them gats start to hit you
Black town cripple, Operation Lockdown the town with them nickels
Dopeman, dopeman

But peep it, I ain't goin' to court
I bang people that be goin' to court
And know people I ain't goin for shorts
Bring straight money, cake money that tan coat, razor blade
Straw plate money that grab coke, never weigh to pay for it money
Grab toast, laser hater, break for it money

Shit, you think you fast? Run, nigga, dumb nigga
Don't get your skin grafted up, chin tacked up
Fuck around an' get your men racked up
Whatchu think all the gats is for? You can't last a war
It's a man's world, nigga, sit down, you girl niggaz

This a man world, nigga, sit down, you girl niggaz
This is a man's world
Man, this a man world, nigga, sit down, you girl niggaz
This is a man's world
This a man world, nigga, man, man, man
This is a man's world
This a man world, nigga, fuck what people think

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Sit Down Young Stranger - Lyrics - Gordon Lightfoot

Title: Sit Down Young Stranger
Artist: Gordon Lightfoot
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot

Lyric:
I'm standin' at the doorway
My head bowed in my hands
Not knowin' where to sit
Not knowin' where I stand

My father looms above me
For him there is no rest
My mothers arms enfold me
And hold me to her breast

They say you been out wanderin'
They say you travelled far
Sit down young stranger
And tell us who you are

The room has all gone misty
My thoughts are all in spin
Sit down young stranger
And tell us where you been

Well, I've been up to the mountain
I've walked down by the sea
I never questioned no one
And no one questioned me

My love was given freely
And oftimes was returned
I never came to borrow
I only came to learn

Sometimes it did get lonely
But it taught me how to cry
And laughter came too easy
For life to pass me by

I never had a dollar
That I didn't earn with pride
'Cause I had a million daydreams
To keep me satisfied

And will you gather daydreams
Or will you gather wealth
How can you find your fortune
When you cannot find yourself?

My mothers eyes grow misty
There's a tremblin' in her hand
Sit down young stranger
I do not understand

And will you try and tell us
You've been too long at school
That knowledge is not needed
That power does not rule

That war is not the answer
That young men should not die
Sit down young stranger
I wait for your reply

The answer is not easy
For souls are not reborn
To wear the crown of peace
You must wear the crown of thorns

If Jesus, had a reason
I'm sure He would not tell
They treated Him so badly
How could He wish them well

The parlor now is empty
There's nothin' left to say
My father has departed
My mothers gone to pray

There's rockets in the meadows
And ships out on the sea
The answers in the forest
Are carved upon a tree

John loves Mary
Does anyone love me?

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Real Gangstaz - Lyrics - Untold Story - Game

Title: Real Gangstaz
Album: Untold Story
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Tom, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Real, real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real niggaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through
And ain't no denyin' that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin' in and out of white line, six, six double O
Two zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine

Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through
And ain't no, no denyin' that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin' in and out of white line, six, six double O
Two zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine

Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through
And ain't no, no denyin' that them big, big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin' in and out of white line, six, six double O
Two zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine

Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heat's confined
See more fall guys than Foreman Ali combined
If there's beef, I'm releasin' mine
And I won't stop bustin' 'til them Escalade seats recline

The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast
I return shots like Arthur Ashe
You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

Ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

And I'll make sure ain't a nigga survivin'
Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a nigga there to revive him
And the Game ain't tryin' to win, fuck the awards
So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong

Real, real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real, real niggaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
Niggaz thinkin' I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
'Cause I weave through

Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
Niggaz thinkin' I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
'Cause I weave through

Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
Niggaz thinkin' I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
'Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster

But that don't stop the heater from bangin', or me comin' through
Droppin' all y'all niggaz with three in the chamber
Keep two mac-ten's when I'm rollin', one in the changer
One when I push the button's right next to the cup holder

Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the game
Let's say the Lee Harvey crack ya brain
Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aim
Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstains

And the coroner's real good with that pickup
A-one good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that shit up
'Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time
Put you niggaz next to each other how I do 'em in line

Real, real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real niggaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home
If beef cook then I'm bringin' the chrome
If I die then I'm leavin' a clone, but if I live
Through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig

When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big
When I'm rhymin' on the road, I listen to Jig
Bump Nas off that purple, sittin' on the block
And when I'm loadin' up them clips, I listen to 'Pac

A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns
Than F A B O L O U S got jerseys
And you might get 'em all in the face when shit get thick
Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey

And ain't nuttin' to do a drive by in the hood
We ain't even got survival, but I'm a still take that ride
Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it
Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it

Real, real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real, real niggaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few

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Your Time - Lyrics - Nina Sky

Title: Your Time
Artist: Nina Sky
Composer(s): James Mcdougal, Nicole Albino, Luis Diaz, David A Shayman, Natalie Albino, Wrecia Holloway

Lyric:
When we first met I was drawn to you
Attracted to your style, your brand new suit
Didn't take that long to fall in love
Built this bond, it became so strong

But as time passes, changes are visible
Work more often and lately you're busy too
Wonderin' what's goin' on, what's takin' up your time
My friend sayin' that you're cheatin', should I read the signs?

Should I move on and find someone better?
Should I sit down and write you a letter?
You bought me gifts and a diamond ring
But all I really want is just one thing, your time

Should I move on and find someone better?
Should I sit down and write you a letter?
You bought me gifts and a diamond ring
But all I really want is just one thing, your time
Your time, simply your time, all I want is your time
All I need is your time, your time, your time, your time

Tired of sleepin' home alone at night
Dreamin' of you, you should be by my side
How many nights have I sat and cried?
Relationships consists of you and I

Time's all I ask for with you
Thought that this was so sure
I always miss you when you're not around
Been waitin' for you but you let me down

Should I move on and find someone better?
Should I sit down and write you a letter?
You bought me gifts and a diamond ring
But all I really want is just one thing, your time

Should I move on and find someone better?
Should I sit down and write you a letter?
You bought me gifts and a diamond ring
But all I really want is just one thing, your time
Your time, simply your time, all I want is your time
All I need is your time, your time, your time, your time

Your love is so incredible
Need you to know that
I need you here with me, with me
And when you go
I miss you so
Just let me know should I move on, move on

Should I move on and find someone better?
Should I sit down and write you a letter?
You bought me gifts and a diamond ring
But all I really want is just one thing, your time

Should I move on and find someone better?
Should I sit down and write you a letter?
You bought me gifts and a diamond ring
But all I really want is just one thing, your time
Your time, simply your time, all I want is your time
All I need is your time, your time, your time, your time

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Can'T We Just Sit Down (And Talk It Over) - Lyrics - I Remember Yesterday - Donna Summer

Title: Can'T We Just Sit Down (And Talk It Over)
Album: I Remember Yesterday
Artist: Donna Summer
Composer(s): Tony Macaulay

Lyric:
One and only night, you don't have to leave at all
A car rolls up outside on time, a moment from your call
A handshake seems more fitting than a kiss
Such a shame that you and I should have to end like this

Can't we just sit down and talk it over?
Surely you can ask the better way
Strange that you're the one so set on leaving
And I'm the one who said last night that it was all too late

Can't we just sit down and talk it over?
Who knows maybe in a little while
We'll forget our pride and the things we said last night
And maybe you and I can talk it out

Tonight stay somewhere warm, they say it's gonna freeze
You may not find a place at all, so be sure and take your keys
I can almost taste the silence now
Does it really matter still who was wrong, who let who down?

Oh can't we just sit down and talk it over?
Who knows maybe in a little while
We'll forget our pride, and the things we said last night
And maybe you and I can talk it out

Hold on, hold on, surely you and I can talk it out
Hold on, hold on, surely you and I can make it right
Hold on, oh hold on, yeah, can't we just sit down and talk it over?
Hold on, hold on, yeah, hold on

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Best Friend - Lyrics - Lucy - Candlebox

Title: Best Friend
Album: Lucy
Artist: Candlebox
Composer(s): Peter Andrew Klett, Bardi David Martin, Kevin Colin Martin, Scott Mercado

Lyric:
Quiet down now, hush hush my friend
Quiet down now, hush hush my friend
When all the others left, when all the others left
When all the others left, when all the others

I knew you'd stick around, come here now
I knew you'd stick around, come here now
When all the others talked, when all the others talked
When all the others talked, when all the others

You'd always been my habit now
Colored bees, and stomach aches
Your friends in need, and lovers quakes
My best friend, my, my very best friend

My best friend, my, she never left my side
So come here now sit quiet down come here now sit
So lie down now, quiet down friend
Quiet down now, quiet down friend

When all the others left, when all the others left
When all the others left, when all the others
I knew you'd stick around, come here now
Come here now sit, so come here now

When all the others talked, when all the others talked
When all the others talked, when all the others
You'd always been my habit now
Colored bees and stomach aches

Yours friends in need, and lovers quakes
My best friend, my, my very best friend
My best friend, my, she never left my side
So lie down now, quiet down friend

Lie down now, lie down now sit
My side so lie down and fight to find
My side so lie down and fight for my
(Quiet down now, hush hush my friend)
My side to lie down be good for my
(Come here now, come here now sit)

My side to lie down be good for my
Quiet down now, hush hush my friend
Come here now, come here now sit
When all the others left, I knew you'd stick around
When all the others talked, I knew you'd stick around

Lie down now, lie down my friend
Lie down now, hush hush my friend
My best friend, my, my very best friend
My best friend, my, my very best friend

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