Sleep The Clock Around - Lyrics - The Boy With The Arab Strap - Belle And Sebastian

Title: Sleep The Clock Around
Album: The Boy With The Arab Strap
Artist: Belle And Sebastian
Composer(s): Richard William Colburn, Christopher Thoma Geddes, Stuart Lee Murdoch, Stephen Thomas Jackson, Isobel Campbell, Michael Cooke, Sarah Ann Martin

Lyric:
And the moment will come when composure returns
Put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall
And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
Down the Liberty Hill, where the fashion brigade

Look with curious eyes on your raggedy way
And for once in your life you have nothing to say
And could this be the time when somebody will come
To say, look at yourself, you're not much use to anyone

Take a walk in the park, take a Valium pill
Read the letter you got from the memory girl
But it takes more than this to make sense of the day
Yeah it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste

And you trusted to this, and you trusted to that
And when you saw it all come, it was waving the flag
Of the United States of calamity, hey
After all that you've done boy, I'm sure you're going to pay

In the morning you come to the ladies salon
To get all fitted out for the paperback throne
But the people are living far away from the place
Where you wanted to help, it's a bit of a waste

And the puzzle will last till somebody will say
There's a lot to be done while your head is still young
If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind
Then the moment will come, and the memory will shine

Now the trouble is over, everybody got paid
Everybody is happy, they are glad that they came
Then you go to the place where you've finally found
You can look at yourself sleep the clock around

Sleep the clock around
Sleep the clock around

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Turn The Clock Around - Lyrics - Mandy Moore - Mandy Moore

Title: Turn The Clock Around
Album: Mandy Moore
Artist: Mandy Moore
Composer(s): John Baxter, Nick Trevisick, David Rice, David Rice Semaan

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Lyric:
Da da da da
Da da da da

We were talking to each other 'til dawn
You put your arms around me and you asked me what was wrong
I tried to be so serious, you smiled and played along
You were leaving town tomorrow, yeah tomorrow you'd be gone

Da da da da
Da da da da

We must have had the stars above and heaven on our side
'Cause we fell in love before we even made it through the night
But you were leaving town, and started another kind of life
You walked me to the door and we tried to say goodbye

Maybe I've never found the right way
Kept my love hidden underground
Baby I wish that there was some way
That I could turn the clock around

Da da da da
Da da da da

I couldn't sleep, I called up everybody that I knew
All my friends said that I'd be crazy if I waited 'round for you
And I wanted to believe them so I called to say we're through
But when I heard your voice, it nearly broke my heart in two

Maybe I've never found the right way
Kept my love hidden underground
Baby I wish that there was some way
That I could turn the clock around

Da da da da
Da da da da

Some say you're lost
I'll find you, someday

Well I jumped into the car but as I headed down the road
I knew that when I got there there might be nobody home
You'd gone away forever and left me all alone, yeah
Now I was on my own

Maybe I've never found the right way
Kept my love hidden underground
Baby I wish that there was some way
That I could turn the clock around

Da da da da
Da da da da
That I could turn the clock around

Da da da da
Da da da da
That I could turn the clock around

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No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Mike Diamond, Adam Horovitz, Rick Rubin, Adam Yauch

Lyric:
No sleep till
Brooklyn

Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal
Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle
My job ain't a job, it's a damn good time
City to city, I'm running my rhymes

On location, touring around the nation
Beastie Boys always on vacation
Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable
I do what I do best because I'm illing and able

Ain't no faking, your money I'm taking
Going coast to coast, watching all the girlies shaking
While you're at the job working nine to five
The Beastie Boys are at the Garden, cold kickin' it live

No sleep till

Another plane, another train, another bottle in the brain
Another girl, another fight, another drive all night
Our manager's crazy, he always smokes dust
He's got his own room at the back of the bus

Tour around the world, you rock around the clock
Plane to hotel, girls on the jock
We're thrashing hotels like it's going out of style
Getting paid along the way 'cause it's worth your while

Four on the floor, Ad Rock's out the door
MCA's in the back 'cause he's skeezin' with a whore
We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack
With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back

No sleep till
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn

Ain't seen the light since we started this band
MCA, get on the mic my man
Born and bred in Brooklyn, the U.S.A.
They call me Adam Yauch, but I'm MCA

Like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale with all the fine women
Got limos, arenas, TV shows
Autograph pictures and classy hos

Step off homes, get out of my way
Taxing little girlies form here to L.A.
Waking up before I get to sleep
'Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week

No sleep till
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn

No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn

No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn

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No Sleep Till Brooklyn - Lyrics - Licensed to Ill - Beastie Boys

Title: No Sleep Till Brooklyn
Album: Licensed to Ill
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Mike Diamond, Adam Horovitz, Rick Rubin, Adam Yauch

Lyric:
No sleep till
Brooklyn

Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal
Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle
My job ain't a job, it's a damn good time
City to city, I'm running my rhymes

On location, touring around the nation
Beastie Boys always on vacation
Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable
I do what I do best because I'm illing and able

Ain't no faking, your money I'm taking
Going coast to coast, watching all the girlies shaking
While you're at the job working nine to five
The Beastie Boys are at the Garden, cold kickin' it live

No sleep till

Another plane, another train, another bottle in the brain
Another girl, another fight, another drive all night
Our manager's crazy, he always smokes dust
He's got his own room at the back of the bus

Tour around the world, you rock around the clock
Plane to hotel, girls on the jock
We're thrashing hotels like it's going out of style
Getting paid along the way 'cause it's worth your while

Four on the floor, Ad Rock's out the door
MCA's in the back 'cause he's skeezin' with a whore
We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack
With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back

No sleep till
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn

Ain't seen the light since we started this band
MCA, get on the mic my man
Born and bred in Brooklyn, the U.S.A.
They call me Adam Yauch, but I'm MCA

Like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale with all the fine women
Got limos, arenas, TV shows
Autograph pictures and classy hos

Step off homes, get out of my way
Taxing little girlies form here to L.A.
Waking up before I get to sleep
'Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week

No sleep till
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn

No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn

No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn

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When Your Baby Ain'T Around - Lyrics - John Michael Montgomery

Title: When Your Baby Ain'T Around
Artist: John Michael Montgomery
Composer(s): Stan Munsey Jr., Bob Alan

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Lyric:
I don't recall the icebox ever humming quite so loud
That clock upon the wall, sounding like a crowd
My that dog is restless
He don't ever settle down

Now ain't it strange what occupies your mind
When your baby ain't around

When your baby ain't around
I swear the moon and stars won't shine
And nights get longer all the time
I'm so lonesome missing you
If you wanna know the truth
I never thought I'd ever be this down
That's all my body's got a mind to do
Now that my baby ain't around

I don't recall this bedroom ever being quite so large
Or this big old mattress ever sleeping quite so hard
My the days come early
When your sleep is less than sound

Dreams don't seem to matter much at all
When your baby ain't around

When your baby ain't around
I swear the moon and stars won't shine
And nights get longer all the time
I'm so lonesome missing you
If you wanna know the truth
I never thought I'd ever be this down
That's all my body's got a mind to do
Now that my baby ain't around

When your baby ain't around
I swear the moon and stars won't shine
And nights get longer all the time
I'm so lonesome missing you
If you wanna know the truth
I never thought I'd ever be this down
That's all my body's got a mind to do
Now that my baby ain't around
Well, that's all my body's got a mind to do
Now that my baby ain't around

Now that my baby ain't around
Now that my baby ain't around
Now that my baby ain't around
My baby baby ain't around
Now that my baby ain't around

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Money, Power, Respect - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Money, Power, Respect
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): David Styles, Jason T Phillips, Deric Micheal Angelettie, Sean Combs, Sean D Jacobs, Earl Simmons, James Herb Smith, Ronald Anthony Lawrence, Kimberly Jones

Lyric:
See I believe in money, power, and respect
First You get the money
Then you get the muthafuckin, power
After you get the fuckin' power muthafuckas will respect you

It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life

Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect

Ayo my whole clique bout it, 'bout it
We take yours while you pout about it
Truck, step out the whore's wanna' crowd around it
You could see me on optimum TV

Go in your bathroom turn the light out, scream
Bloody Mary, 1, 2, 3
Sheek ain't your usual friend
About to setchu' up like Kaiser and walk straight at the end

I'm done wit' ice and charms
I'm tryin' my whole casket when I'm gone
Pull up wit' class on the don'
Once I meet em' I greet 'em

Kiss his feet for freedom
Tell 'em thank you lord
'Cuz on Earth I was gettin' bored
Now resurrect me back to this cat called Sheek

So I can make this album
And get back the cats that's weak
Two thirty, six two
Me bust for you that's like a cat vs a pitbull

Gun, know clip full, keep hunger
And plan for the future, 'cuz you figure
You gon' be older
Way longer than you gon' be younger

It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life

Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
It's the key to life

Only time could tell how the clock ticks
I'm really loved here but I'm still a hostage
Two personalities check the posture
Smoke out the mouth clear out the nostrils

You think of death but the life seem scary
I'm past the graveyard seein' people Hail Mary
I ain't chillin til' I'm out parachutin'
Race my man in mountain climbin' for about ten diamonds

Twenty five thousand a piece
Fuck streets
Tryin' to own the island
Forget about wilin'

Try ridin' in the car that be glidin'
If I showed you where I lived you would think I was hidin'
Sling dick to chicks that don't speak English
Wake up in Trinidad, like fuckin' 'em rich
Come back, private jet live on set
If you could shit gold like you split the decks

It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life

Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect

Yo nutin' but the hotness
Whenever we drop this
Monotonous for y'all to keep hatin'
'Cuz y'all never gon' stop us
I keep my rocks spotless, and my hoes topless
Take time try to figure out who da Lox is

Fear no one
Kick rhymes like Shoguns
You scared to blow one
Get robbed wit' your own gun

If I don't respect you I'm ah check you
And if I don't kiss you I'm a peck you
Right before I wet' chu
I sneeze on tracks an' bless you

I'm special
And if you like workin' out
then I'm gon' stretch you
Husslin' is dead but we still get red

Turn the spots in the bakeries to get back bread
And y'all said my monies spent
But it's in the Bent
So when the feds come the dogs can't get a scent

For my story, self-explanatory
that I'm the hottest thing on the street
An' yall ain't got nutin' for me

It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life

Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect

Arf, arf
This is a beat that I can freak to
just drop the reals
Plus a nigga wit' the ill
Y'all niggas know my skills

Ass from the grills get em' up
split em' up, wet em' up
And watch em' come get em' up
Set em' up

When you do dirt, you get dirt
Bitch, I'll make your shit hurt
Step back like I did worse
This ain't no fucking game

You think I'm playin', till you layin'
To where? The junkyard decayin'
Mom's at home prayin'
That chu comin' home

But chu not, 'cuz you sittin' up in the trunk startin to rot
And hell is hot, I know because I'm here now Baby
It's goin' down baby
Git the full pound baby

And let off up in a nigga
especially if he think he bigga'
than my muthafuckin' trigga'
Did I? Can I get my? Is it gone?
DMX represent for one time, it's on

It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life

Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect

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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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Fuck You - Lyrics - Pharoahe Monch

Title: Fuck You
Artist: Pharoahe Monch
Composer(s): Troy Donald Jamerson

Lyric:
Get yo' hands up against the wall
And spread them opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you, fuck you)

Undastand, I'm not fuckin' around with you
Try to resist, I'll dismiss you
Fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you, fuck you)

Basically, I'm the worst nightmare you ever had
Huh, figure but trigger happy nigga with a badge
Parading around Los Angeles
High off coke with a banana clip

Feasting off the weak street evangelists
With a manuscript and a professional ass whippin'
Task force, brass knuckles, a master in ass kickin'
If ya ask for it, I blast for it, your back flippin'

No one saw it, I won't stop the clock's tickin'
Got a rookie for a partner that's ready to fight niggas
The world's a merry-go-round of stereotype niggas
He's a spit in the face for pit bull or bite niggas
Matter-a fact, kinda like this cat for a white nigga

Get yo' hands up against the wall
And spread them opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you, fuck you)

Undastand, I'm not fuckin' around with you
Try to resist, I'll dismiss you
Fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you, fuck you)

I got the projects on lock, they trust my logic
'Cuz the star cops got it from guns to narcotics
My object is to deprogram, blind your optics
You cannot stop this mission, this topic

'Cuz you could write tickets my nigga or get paid
Learn this game of the streets or get slayed
Collect this cheese at the end of this maze
Or hit the desk and fill out forms for days

Need I remind you how easy it would be
To take the city by storm, with a whole force behind you?
Shottie in the trunk and on my ankle there's a nine too
'Cuz psychologically the guns you use, will define you

Get yo' hands up against the wall
And spread them opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you, fuck you)

Undastand, I'm not fuckin' around with you
Try to resist, I'll dismiss you
Fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you, fuck you)

These evil streets don't sleep, be careful of whom you mingle
In a city where it pays to be bilingual
Cho soy greifo, no me porta bu culro via ah diablo
(Si)

Or five-o, leavin' enemies dead on arrival
For a couple of mil' and your fuckin' the deal up
Try to play hero cop and you still suck
Put you to bed or runnin' your head, you won't feel much

Get yo' hands up against the wall
And spread them opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you, fuck you)

Undastand, I'm not fuckin' around with you
Try to resist, I'll dismiss you
Fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you, fuck you)

Get yo' hands up against the wall
And spread them opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you, fuck you)

Undastand, I'm not fuckin' around with you
Try to resist, I'll dismiss you
Fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you, fuck you)

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Broke Niggaz - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: Broke Niggaz
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Amin Cooley, Jerold Jr Ellis, Eric Carson, Dave Elliot, Garrick Husband

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Lyric:
Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Broke muthafuckas, they make the best crooks
Broke muthafuckas, they make the best crooks

Let's see how your vest look, see if it fits ya
Picture four hideous hustlas quick to lick the silliest bustas
I played the roll and ready to fold fix bitches in gold is a no-no
Livin' low like de la soul it's the 'O'

And the folks don't understand, yes you can
Rush, shake the van and catch the Ice Cream Man
They know me as the loyal citizen, the boy who visited hot

But on the spot I'm more chillier than Dennis-in finishin' up my zip
Quick to make my grip you fuck around and get licked
By the Luni click so that means bitches can't fade me
Fuck lobster, I'm fuckin up yo monkey like the monsta on aliens

I got work someone told knumskullin rollin'
Four man deep in a stolen jeep wit' heat
Keep the space between niggas and me ever
What? Ballin' outta control? Nah, petty theivin'

Leavin' no evidence or clues bitch you gets a date wit yo moms
But you gets robbed by the luniz fool
If I was a bum I'd be straight to ride out
Fuck a piece of the pie I take the whole cake and sky out

Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller

Knuckle head fool wit that master plan
Yeah, got my glock caulked wit my yay in my hand
Understand, I'm bigger than fourth indo man
That rappin' nigga also known as Mr. Window Man

'Cause when I roll nigga I rolls deep
I be killin' muthafuckas in they sleep
So punk P, the situation is I skipped it
No set trip got the glock caulked

Keepin' the tech on the hip like a pro
Deep up on the slope pick up the pace
Wit no time to waste put my gun to his fuckin' face
Action-packed wit my shit it's the poetry

Kickin' this psycho shit wit my click, so you knows of me
It's goin' down I'm all about my mail
Wit my g's flipped from keys
Equals dope I'm a sale client-tell

Got me on top wit raps a crook
But all you ever get is cum in yo little lungs
So mutha fuckas took they last look
I'm broke, I'm sellin check books
'Cause broke niggas make the best crooks

Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks

Eh Bail, look who that? Who the fuck is that?
You're cocaine, give it to me, now what the fuck?
You, you must be snortin' some shit or something
What the fuck is that?

Let's go turn off all the lights
And make it seem like no ones home
Niggas comin' from the East side
'Bout to hoo ride and get stole

See the whole thang was a plot
'Cause that bitch you got, she gave me the scoop
12 o'clock Lexus coupe fill it up wit hella loot

Since your neighbors are all in my business
You niggas don't need to know who the fuck this is
Juss throw on a ski mask and then I dash this my last visit

And then I'm outtie 350 probably you niggas scared, don't stop me
I'm a pro when it comes to gangsta robberies
The Paraphernalia, The Niggas, The Killas, The Mobb
The Riggas, The Skrilla, The Dealas is doin' they job

Eclipse keeps clips, so don't you make 'em wanna blast nigga
I'd rather jack yo ass nigga than be a broke ass nigga

Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks

Dope fiends in the kitchen smokin' on a pipe
Hustlas on the corner, shootin' dice
All of my folks in jail, raisin' hell
Got bitches on the whole stroll sellin' fruit cocktails

To clock mail fuck pimps ballas shot callas
All of us gots to get our money on
Oakland be's no joke it ain't no muthafuckin' funny bone
Sky out to your honey comb hideout money gone

Pullin' capers on fakes erase your papers like white out
Ain't no tryouts or basketball sports juss a crazy horse
My four-fifth strapped when shootin' craps on the porch
Back and fourth like Cameo I'm always Death Row
Even though I try I can't let go

Like Mariah Carey the four-fiver to blow shit up like Maguire's
Me be steadily Mobbin an robbin' a cab driver
Either be a broke ass, no cash havin your doe on I float on
Break more niggas than Ozone

What really goes on hops the props, I must clock
Hearin' no glock will have that ass holdin' like buckshots
Fuck cops I post on the block slangin' crack-noid
Avoid being broke I'm tradin' places wit Dan Akroyd

Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks

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Who Stole The D.J. - Lyrics - Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince

Title: Who Stole The D.J.
Artist: Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
Composer(s): Henry N. Mancini, Irving Szathmary, Willard C Smith, Jeffrey Townes

Lyric:
Let, let, let's go

Calling all cars, calling all cars
Be on the lookout someone has stolen the D.J.
Agent F.P. get on the case immediately

Let's, let's go

I Got the call about eleven fifteen
Twelve o'clock arrived on the scene
Looked around and things were ill
The party was at a dead stand still

People sittin' around no music
The situation was somewhat confusing
But I'm a detective I knew right away what happened
Somebody stole the D.J.

Who or why I had no clue
But I knew what I had to do
No eat no sleep, just work
Then walked past this fly mini-skirt

I had to dis her quick before she greeted
Come on baby I'm working, beat it
Come on I'm busy, just go away
Gotta find out who stole the D.J.

Let's, let's go

This mystery needed to quickly be solved
'Cause there were kids involved
Friday and Saturday nights had no songs
Why, because the D.J. was gone

Smiles you used to dance and sing around
Now were replaced by frowns
And it was up to me to solve the mystery
And get back the disc jockey

I found an eye witness
But his breath wreaked of chitins
All I know is his breath did pound
Buddy forget it, just write it down

No fingerprints no clues
The only witness was the bad breath dude
It was up to me to save the day
And find out who stole the D.J.

Let's, let's go

Through the door this dame walked in
I swear to James Bond a perfect ten
I thought to myself I'm working just forget it
Then I thought well maybe I've got a minute

So I took her down to the station
To the back room for some interrogation
Captain doesn't like it, but I must confess
I interrogate best when I'm undressed

We were in there for hours drained
To see who would break first, me or the dame
Then she broke, and her mind was my possession
(Prince I love you)
That wasn't the question

I only wanna know one thing
I've gotta make the kids dance and sing
So tell me now cause crime don't pay baby
Who stole the D.J.

I scar rowed the city but still no clue
Lost like a cause, what should I do
Then like a bolt of lightening it hit me
Ah, the worst villain in the city

I wasn't prepared for what was in store
He had stolen the D.J. before
You all know this ruthless foe to his hideout
(Let, lets go)

Tip toed up the steps
Slowly and ever so quietly I crept
But out of nowhere I was attacked
Just like in the movies, clubbed from the back

I felt like a fool
(Man, you need to go back to private eye school)
I was the dunce of the day
There I was tied up with the D.J.

Let's go

There we were both tied to a pole
I told the D.J. relax its under control
(Relax man, we both goin' down you can't even keep yourself untied)
Do you want to be free or not
I'm gonna get us out of this tight spot

I planned this all along cap
There a knife in my swiss army hat
With the blade I cut the rope
(Man your secret services spy hats dope)

I radioed for back up cars
So we could put this crook behind bars
Another criminal off the streets
Another D.J. back to his beats

I walked in the club and I was happy to say
Ladies and gentlemen, here's your D.J.

Let's Go

Calling all cars, calling all cars
Be on the lookout,
(Let, lets go)
Someone has stolen another D.J.

Calling private eye Fresh Prince
Be on the lookout
(Let, lets go)
Someone has stolen another D.J.
Get on the case immediately

Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go

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Trouble Man - Lyrics - Inspectah Deck

Title: Trouble Man
Artist: Inspectah Deck
Composer(s): P Phillips, Adu Isaac Hayes, J Hunter, Matthewman Hal

Lyric:
Check out the avenue, New York, New York the rotten apple
We grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shackles
I'm currently, servin' twenty nine to life
Duckin' the searchlight, no sleep for like the third night

The big life is trife, got the young kids hyped
Cops shoot on sight, heat pipe be blowin' through the night
The land where you ain't fam, there's no pity
Similar to chocolate city, ten times gritty

Hittin' hard, liquor's god, niggaz plottin' on the come off
And come off, quicker than the clothes on the stripper
And slide like she doin' up and down the railing
Bitch tailing in the range with golden arms smooth sailin'

The clock's tickin', somebody's on the block snitchin'
The plot thickens, phones are tapped, cops listen
Too hot for prison, plus too cold to hold my girl
'Cause I married this life and she's my whole world

It's just a sign of the times
Calmly listen to these lines
I'm goin' out of my mind
Livin' the street life

Aiyyo, aiyyo make me wanna holla way they do my life
My life, is like a carousel one endless night
Where most die for pies, some holdin' their chrome
A large percent die for causes not even their own

When the Inspectah Deck be long dead and gone
Long live the ins clone they workin' on
Til then, I hold a section, I stand alone no co -defendant
Showin' the weapon, this saga had no story endin'

It's ghetto heaven and at the same time hell shots propel
The one that missed me got chanel
In the future ruled by computer, I self tutor
The music is the simulator, facin' the user

I do it for those who walk the same road
And no regrets do I hold for the path I chose
No sleep since the intro, patrol the windows
I reminisce, with the chalice and my eyes half closed

If I could do it again, I'd probably do it the same
Thought I was through with the game, I'm goin' through it again
The hood life, I'm in it to the limit
Couldn't quit it for a digit, die for it 'cause I live it

It's just a sign of the times
Calmly listen to these lines
I'm goin out of my mind
Livin' the street life

Yo, been around the world but just can't seem to leave
The state of mind that causes tangled web I weave
Made my home in the heart of it
Movie like Seagal, Hard Target

Most want no part of it, it's logic cutthroat party in the shark pit
Cold blooded souls carry bulldogs and oxes, knowledge this
Maintain and remain sane
In the cold world where the rules ain't changed

Still rebel to society, government be eyein' me
They probably watchin' me right now as I'm speakin'
But all I'm guilty of is teachin' you the truth
They got proof, so you know I'll be home before the weekend

The hood life, I'm in it to the limit
In it from the scrimmage, livin' it, lovin' every minute
And every hour, 'til the powers that be
Eventually stress me to the death

Y'all know the science right?
Death with the intellect
Aight, aight represent, I make it hot
13th chamber specialist from the bricks

It's just a sign of the times
Calmly listen to these lines
I'm goin' out of my mind
Livin' the street life

Street life so trife
Street life for life
Feels like feels like
My paradise

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The Garden Of Allah - Lyrics - Don Henley

Title: The Garden Of Allah
Artist: Don Henley
Composer(s): John R. Corey, Don Henley, Stanley Lynch, Paul Gurian

Lyric:
It was pretty big year for fashion
A lousy year for rock and roll
The people gave their blessing to crimes of passion
It was a dark, dark night of the collective soul

Now I was somewhere out on Riverside
By the El Royale Hotel
When a stranger appeared in a cloud of smoke
I thought I knew him all too well

He said, "Now that I have your attention
I got something I wanna say
You may not wanna hear it
I'm gonna tell it to you anyway"

"You know I've always liked you boy
'Cause you were not afraid of me
Things are gonna get mighty rough
Here in Gomorrah-by-the-Sea"

He said, "It's just like home
It's so damn hot I can't stand it
My fine seersucker suit
Is all soaking wet"

And the hills are burning
And the wind is raging
And the clock strikes midnight in the Garden of Allah
In the Garden of Allah

"Nice car, I love those Bavarians, so meticulous
Y'know I remember a time when things were a lot more fun around here
When good was good and evil was evil
Before things got so fuzzy"

"I was once a golden boy like you
And I was summoned to the halls of power in the heavenly courts
And I dined with the deities who looked upon me with favor
For my talents, my creativity"

"And we sat beneath the palms
In the warm afternoons and drank the wine
With Fitzgerald and Huxley
And they pawned a biting phrase from the tongues hot with blood"

"And drained their pins of bitter ink
Vainly reaching for the bottle full of empty Edens
Branded specially for the ones who had come with great expectations
To the perfumed halls of Allah, for their time in the sun"

"And we were stokin' the fires and oilin' up the machinery
Until the Gods found out, we had ideas of our own"
And war was coming and the Earth was shaking
And there was no more ruin in the Garden of Allah

"Today, I made an appearance downtown
I am an expert witness because I say I am
And I said, 'Gentlemen, and I use that word loosely
I will testify for you, I'm a gun for hire, I'm a saint, I'm a liar'"

"'Because there are no facts, there is no truth
Just data to be manipulated
I can get you any result you like
What's it worth to you?'"

"'Because there is no wrong, there is no right
And I sleep very well at night
No shame, no solution, no remorse, no retribution
Just people selling T-shirts'"

Just opportunity to participate in the pathetic little circus
And winning, winning, winning'"

It was pretty big year for predators
The marketplace was on a roll
And the land of opportunity
Spawned a whole new breed of men without souls

This year notoriety
Got all confused with fame
And the devil is downhearted, babe
'Cause there's nothing left for him to claim

He said, "It's just like home
It's so low-down, I can't stand it
I guess my work around here
Has all been done"

And the fruit is rotten, the serpent's eyes shine
As he wraps around the vine
In the Garden of Allah
In the Garden of Allah

In the Garden of Allah

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At The End Of The Day - Lyrics - Spocks Beard

Title: At The End Of The Day
Artist: Spocks Beard
Composer(s): Neal R Morse

Lyric:
Earth, dancing 'round the fire
Come, meet the western sky
Life, walking on a wire
Reach to know the reason why

At the end of the day
You'll be lying in a suit of gray
At the end of the day
You'll be fine

They won't do you any favors
('Till the slate is clean)
You, you walk a lonely line
Slide with punks and drunks and saviors
(In the big machine)
Down, you meet the rest of life

At the end of the day
It's what you do, not what you say
At the end of the day
You'll be fine

At the end of the day
It doesn't matter anyway
At the end of the day
You'll be fine, you'll be fine

Great wheel is broken, you've got no fortune left
Out of the sunlight, out of the great un-dead
And you can't even sleep at night
And you literally curse each day
You could give or give back your life anyway

Concrete and jungle
They've stretched and hung you out
You can't turn the clock back

It's too late to turn back now
And you can't even hold your own
And you feel like you're all alone
And you never feel like you're home anywhere

At the end of the day
There won't be anymore
(So, turn the world around)

At the end of the day
We'll know what this was for
(As the sun keeps comin' down)

At the end of the day
You won't feel any pain
(As the sky begins to fall)

At the end of the day
You'll be feeling right as rain
(As the veil reveals it all)

Lightning calls you, it's time to go
Something keeps telling you
But you don't want to know

Feel your heart like a window open slow
Say goodbye to the world that you know
At the end of the road

It begins, it believes and it sees for all time
She's coming down my way
It is here, as it breathes and it sees for the blind
She's holding me finally

You've been schooled
Had aggression in large amounts
Just be truthful
It's everything that counts

There is no hand waiting that must be paid
We will leave our encores all un-played
At the end of the day

It begins, it believes and it sees for all time
She's coming down my way
It is here, as it breathes and it sees for the blind
She's holding me finally

It begins, it believes and it blows me away
It is here, as it breathes at the end of the day
She's coming down my way

It begins, as it ends and it won't be unkind
She's coming down my way
It is here, as it breathes and it eases my mind
Here it is finally

It begins, as it ends and it blows me away
It is here, as it lives at the end of the day
Here it is finally

Earth, dancing 'round the fire
Come, breathe the breath of life
Life walking on a wire
Just let it all in tonight

At the end of the day
It's what you do, not what you say
At the end of the day
You've got time

At the end of the day
You'll be dreaming as you fly away
At the end of the day
You'll be fine, you'll be fine

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Break Down The Walls (Chris Jericho Theme) - Lyrics - R.A. The Rugged Man

Title: Break Down The Walls (Chris Jericho Theme)
Artist: R.A. The Rugged Man
Composer(s): Jim Johnston

Lyric:
Come on
(Jericho)
You know I got ya, yeah
One, break the wall down
(Ahh)
Break down the walls

For those about to rock and what ya want
Baby you know you're Judos and I'm your Priest
Baby what I got is not from the least
Bring it through the stage in the rage of a beast

Step in the arena and break the wall down
Step in the arena and break the wall down

So good
(You know I got ya)
So right
Yeah, yeah

Awaken from a deep sleep you're all weak
You're living in the agony of defeat
I am the master of your whole heap
I am the pack that flock ya like sheep

Step into the town and break the wall down
Your heart beat is the only sound
Step into the light and then you'll know
You were stopped and dropped by the Walls of Jericho

(Whatcha ya gonna do?)
(Loser)
(You're coming down)
Feel me now
(Jericho)
(Can't stop)
Uh
(Feel me now)
Break the walls down
(Can't stop, Jericho)

For those about to rock, set the clock
For those about to jump, I'm all pumped
For those about to go, watch me flow
Break down the walls of Jericho

Watch you want?
I'll break you down
What ya got?
Jericho all around

For those about to rock and what ya want
Baby you know you're Judos and I'm your priest
Baby what I got is not from the least
Bring it through the stage in the rage of a beast

Step in the arena and break the wall down
Step in the arena and break the wall down

So good
(You know I got ya)
So right
Yeah, yeah

Awaken from a deep sleep you're all weak
You're living in the agony of defeat
I am the master of your whole heap
I am the pack that flock ya like sheep

Step into the town and break the wall down
Your heart beat is the only sound
Step into the light and then you'll know
You were stopped and dropped by the walls of Jericho

(Whatcha ya gonna do?)
(Jericho)
(You're coming down)
Feel me now
(Jericho)
(Can't stop)
Uh
(Feel me now)
Break the walls down
(Can't stop, Jericho)

For those about to rock, set the clock
For those about to jump, I'm all pumped
For those about to go, watch me flow
Break down the walls of Jericho

Watch you want?
I'll break you down
What ya got?
Jericho all around

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Tusk And Temper - Lyrics - Gutter Phenomenon - Every Time I Die

Title: Tusk And Temper
Album: Gutter Phenomenon
Artist: Every Time I Die
Composer(s): Jordan Taylor Buckley, Keith Michael Buckley, Michael Novack, Andrew John Williams

Lyric:
Bedeck your gown in bricks, there's leeches stealing across the stage
Come hell or ocean water, I won't end up without
Applaud the gall of the black cloud groping a drunken teenage vow
As saline drips from her prom dress, damp hands are dessicated
There's a wolf at the window of the second floor
Who kidnaps your date with a new car

We both want the same thing, bad poetry and assaults at the bar
Just try and stop me, we are the only one in the world
Prepare the ballroom, quicksand in front of the coat check
Waltz with the scarecrow in the spotlight through the rye

I was born a wanted man but I'll die a sailor's wife
God help me pick the lock to her room, I have to make this right

Scream the hounds to sleep for me
I'm creeping around in your head like a vine
I'm creeping around in your head like a vine

Your spit the meat of the rose harvested by the dull, let fly
Let the doves, unhook their leather wings from the fog

Put your foot and mouth together for the sweethearts of Vietnam
Put your foot and mouth together for the sweethearts of Vietnam

In a photo taken of us at the reception held at the jail
Lover boy is breaking up, just to the right side of me

I will stop at nothing, I am the siren that sings you home
Is that clear? Is that clear?
I will stop at nothing, I am the tooth in your jewelry box
Is that clear? Is that clear?

Let pry the crows, unhook they're crooked beaks from the clock

Bolt the gate for the head of the ivory tower
Adoration is cutting the phone lines to your heart
Love is here

I am the snarling and starry-eyed
I am the snarling
I am the snarling and starry-eyed
I am the snarling

We both want the same thing, better aim at the stranger in our yard
Just try to stop me, I am the blinding light of your life
Prepare the body, I've been better but thanks for asking
Wait with the scarecrow for the spotlight in the rye

I'll eat you alive, I'll eat you alive
The calm will come again

The calm will come again
I'll eat you alive, I'll eat you alive
The calm will come again

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Ballad Of Yarmouth Castle - Lyrics - Gordon Lightfoot

Title: Ballad Of Yarmouth Castle
Artist: Gordon Lightfoot
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot

Lyric:
Well, it's four o'clock in the afternoon
And the anchors have been weighed
From Miami to Nassau
She's bound across the waves

She'll be headin' south through Biscayne Bay
Into the open sea
Yarmouth Castle, she's a-dyin' and don't know it

Now the many years she's been to sea
She's seen the better times
She gives a groan of protest
As they cast away her lines

And the grumble of her engines
And the rust along her spine
Tells the Castle she's too old to be sailin'

But the sands run out within her heart
A tiny spark glows red
It smolders through the evening
There's laughter overhead

Now the dinner's served and the cards are dealt
And the drinks are passed around
Deep within the fire starts a-burnin'

Now it's midnight on the open sea
And the moon is shinin' bright
Some people join the party
And others say goodnight

There's many who are sleepin' now
It's been a busy day
And a tiny wisp of smoke is a-risin'

"Oh Lord," she groans, "I'm burning
Let someone understand"
But her silent plea is wasted
In the playin' of the band

Everybody's dancin' on her deck
And they're havin' such a time
And a voice says, "Shut up and deal, I'm losin'"

Deep within the Yarmouth Castle
The fire begins to glow
It leaps into the hallways
And climbs and twists and grows

And the paint she wore to keep her young
Oh Lord, how well it burns
And soon that old fire is a-ragin'

Up beneath the bridge it's climbin' fast
The captain stands aloft
He calls up to the boatswain, says
"Boatswain, we are lost"

For the ragged hoses in the racks
No pressure do they hold
And the people down below will soon be dyin'

All amidships, oh she's blazin' now
It's spreadin' fore and aft
The people are a-scramblin'
As the fire blocks their path

The evil smoke surrounds them
And they're fallin' in their tracks
And the captain in his lifeboat is a-leavin'

Oh then the ship, Bahama Star
Comes steamin' through the night
She sees the Castle blazin'
And 'tis a terrible sight

"Jump down, jump down", the captain cries
"We'll save you if we can"
Then the paint on his funnels is a-fryin'

"God help the ones who sleep below
And cannot find the way
Thank God for those we rescue
Upon this awful day"

Now the heroes, they are many
But the times are growin' slim
And now from stern to bow, she's a-blazin'

Oh the Yarmouth Castle's moanin'
She's cryin' like a child
You can hear her if you listen
Above the roar so wild

Is she cryin' for the ones who lie
Within her molten sides?
Or cryin' for herself, I'm a-wonderin'

But the livin' soon were rescued
The ones who lived to tell
From the Star they watched her
As she died there in the swells

Like a toy ship on a mill pond
She burned all through the night
Then slipped beneath the waves in the mornin'

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Got It Bad Y'All - Lyrics - King Tee

Title: Got It Bad Y'All
Artist: King Tee
Composer(s): Eric Brooks, Roger Mcbride, James Robinson

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Lyric:
Ladies and gentleman
That nigga King Tee and the Al-cum-a-holiks

Pooh-butts play the rear ?cause I'm makin? yapes
The rhymes ain't no thicker than a Skittle grapes
A lot of girls would like to thank me for the hanky-panky
On the mic I hold a belt, now I know no one could spank me

It took a long time for the people to hear my rhymes
Seems like I been rappin? since my birth in '69
Sorry to keep you waitin?, I run rhymes like Walter Payton
I get a rhyme like spokes on a Dayton

But I won't knock off, because I just rock off
The beats to get funky, like when you take your sock off
To all the white folks I would like to say howdy
And to all my brothers I say peace, quit actin? rowdy

Wack MCs in ?92, ew, you need to take a rest
The public don't you aim the best
You're softer than a hooker?s chest
Raps, I make ?em, snaps, I make ?em
For duties movin? booties ?cause I shake, shake, shake ?em

And I got rhymes, funky funky rhymes
E-Swift hold the needle down with nickels and dimes
I drink Olde English, St. Ide's and Mickeys
When it's time to roll, I throw on my black Dickeys

On the mic I get wicked, like Wilson Pickett
I get the place jumpin? like a cricket when I kick shit
I'm from the West Coast but don't sleep home-stimpy
Even if I was a paperboy, you still couldn't rip me

I walk up and chalk up pairs like the Knicks
I'm all in the mix like snares and kicks
When it comes to rhymes I get loose like belt buckles
Those who chose to oppose this nose is felt knuckles

(Where you goin' to?)
To the tip
(And what cha ?bout to do?)
?Bout to rip
Some people use the word funky too loosely
And just how many rappers say they kick it like Bruce Lee

(What's your favorite brew?)
Olde E
(And what it make you do?)
Go pee
It used to be about rhymes, all about rhymes
Now rappers rearrangin? and changin? like times

I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad, y'all
When it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all
I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad, y'all
When it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all

Back the fuck up, gimme room to breathe
Not too many niggaz can flip the rhymes like these
I freak the technique as if it was a bitch
Got more soul than the pit with a fifth

Pitch the ball, so I can beat it with the bat
Talk some shit, so I can smoke ya with my gat
I'm feelin? kind, feelin? kinda, feelin? kinda, feelin? kinda
Feelin? kinda buzzed off a sack of chocolate tie

My, my, my ho, I like to rip the shows up
Smack the hoes that walk around with they nose up
Run to the liquor store before they close up
Buy a few 40s, ?cause daily I get to' up

Sit at the crib and write riggy riggy rhymes
Line after line after liggy liggy line
Yo, I can get funky, buy my tape and bump me
To the break of dawn, I hit the bud and pass it on

Hangin? at the park, shootin? craps on the weekend
My brown bag is wet ?cause my tall can is leakin?
Starin? at the cops, beatin? up on Rodney
While a pack of O.G.'s steppin? to me tryin? to rob me

Just because I'm dope, niggaz wanna smoke me
On the mic I get funky while you're doin? the hokey-pokey
Dance steps, I think that you should leave to Paula
Alkaholiks is the shit, E-Swift's the smooth baller

Is slangin? these rhymes like a rock
Life ain't shit but money and a glock
Don't punch a clock, but I cock a fat knot
So I can smoke a lot of pot that I roll up with tops

And ya ain't heard shit yet, I'm just getting? warm
Like hot butter on, say what? The popcorn
I'm headed to the top, please give me my props
My beats are fat as fuck, so bump my shit in your box

I love to hit the skinz, but then again who doesn?t
I love to hit the herbs ?cause it leave me feelin? buzzin?
I dedicate this chumpie to the poets who can wreck
And to all the nottie dreads, I gots to give them ?nuff respect

(Where you goin' to?)
To the tip
(And what cha ?bout to do?)
?Bout to rip
Some people use the word funky too loosely
And just how many niggaz say they kick it like Bruce Lee

(What's your favorite brew?)
Olde E
(And what it make you do?)
Go pee
It used to be about rhymes, all about rhymes
Now rappers rearrangin?, and changin? like times

I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad, y'all
When it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all
I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad, y'all
When it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all

Up jumps the man with the loot
Rockin? like a troop with the Alkaholik group
Everything is kosher, got a little taller
Livin? kinda phat ?cause King Tee's a baler

I just irritate the wack, leave ?em so confused
When I'm checkin? on the mic with the ones and twos
Sneak you a peek of the drunk technique
Can't stand up, need to take a seat

Baby, baby, baby, it's the Alkaholiks
But I can freak the mic no matter how ya call it
Metaphors grand, and I'm the great man
Drink a whole fifth yes, I can, yes, I can can

The girls call me dick-em-down
Got that title rockin? for the crown
Catch y'all later, around next weekend
I'm a Alkaholik and I'm late for my meeting

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