Don'T You Get So Mad - Lyrics - Jeffrey Osborne

Title: Don'T You Get So Mad
Artist: Jeffrey Osborne
Composer(s): Don Freeman, Jeffrey L Osborne, Michael Sembello

Lyric:
We were having such a good time baby, oh yes we were
Then you went and spoiled the whole thing baby in front of everyone
You telling me I was wrong and that all night long
I was staring at somebody else

Well even if you were right, theres no need to fight
There's no need to get upset

Don't you get so mad about it
Don't you get so mad about it
Don't you get so mad about it
Don't you get so mad about it

You should learn to control your feelings respectively
Arguing in public it's embarrassing
It's always the same thing baby, accusing me out of jealousy
I never will understand why you make so much out of such a little thing

Don't you get so mad about it
Don't you get so mad about it
Don't you get so mad about it
Don't you get so mad about it

It's all so crazy now, somehow its got to change
Take a look at yourself carrying on this way
I know you care about the love were building here
So why get all upset, it's just not worth it
Listen to me my dear

Don't you get so mad about it
Don't you get so mad about it
Don't you get so mad about it
Don't you get so mad about it

Don't be so mad, oh baby
Don't you get so mad about it, oh
Don't get so mad about it, baby oh
Don't you get so mad about it, baby
Don't you get so mad

Don't get so mad about it, baby oh
Don't you get so mad, mad, mad
There is no reason to get upset
Darling, please don?t forget the love we had

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What You So Mad At?? - Lyrics - Kiss of Death - Jadakiss

Title: What You So Mad At??
Album: Kiss of Death
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): Mickey Davis, Jason Phillips

Lyric:
Wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

Yeah, wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink lets all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

Uh me and honey on the dance floor just flexin'
Till the neck on my white T start stretchin'
Liquor comin' outta our paws and we sweatin'
But that ain't slowin' us down, we still steppin'

Her gear is strong, her hair is long, her feet is small
And she smoke weed and all, so we gonna pop us a bottle
And blow us a good splif, V I P is crowded but they all look stiff
I'm well connected, I got wolves over there and niggaz that

Act like pitbulls over here, ya I'm just doin' my 1 2 and shit
She's shakin' it, doin? that Saint Louis shit with her back in it
So I put my bones in it, the rollz go prezzy, got the pink stones in it
Why you want drama with me, I ain't gonna blast you
Before I put the money on ya head I?m a ask you nigga

Wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

Wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

I'm everything controversial, underground gangsta rap
Slash commercial yeah but still all it takes is a long Dutch
For me to get your wifey up out of a warm Dutch
As far as the funeral, you got it it's on us ?cuz niggaz ain?t crazy

They just armed us uh, so let me get another round
Now Hypno and Clico will sit a brother down
Haze'll have you feelin' like you in another town
Then its time for the gangstas so get the rubbers now

K I two of them swirled things one more drink and ya boy
Might be doin' the earl thing
Ma it's me, you and whoever ya girl bring
Meet me in the back, I'm outside the pearl thing

I got the trate pound hooked on my waist
When they mention my name around other rappers
Look in they face and say

Wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

Yeah, wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

Can't knock a nigga that didn't make it, if you try
Far as me though, my spot is celitified
So when I hit my number, I?m a hit it high
And when I'm dead and gone, they gonna say I did it live

?Cuz I done been too nice for way to long
They can't hold me back I'm way to strong
Double R D-Block that's what it is and that's what it's gonna be
We gettin' it on I just wanna know

Wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

Wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

What you so mad at now? Let's all get down
Let's blow this pound, we gon' hold it down
What you so mad at now? Let's all get down
Let's blow this pound, we gon' hold it down

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So Mad - Lyrics - Shape - Frente

Title: So Mad
Album: Shape
Artist: Frente
Composer(s): Jules Shear, Angie Hart

Lyric:
You're sleeping, I'm not sleeping and there's miles of night
I see something shining where there is no light

I just want to bury it and throw away the weeds when they grow
What makes me so mad?
That scream to wake the birds is only my heart beating
What makes me so mad?

Translucent skin I'm looking in I feel a ghost
Scared away and left the one I need the most

I just want to bury it and leave my tears to sink in the grave
What makes me so mad?
The shouting in my room is only my heart beating
What makes me so mad?

The heart beat calls my name the pattern on my thumb
The waiting and the dream have all turned into one
You're sleeping I'm not sleeping and I wonder why
I love to think about the time before the light

I didn't want to bury it and lift my head up into the sky
What makes me so mad?
The bass drum through the floor is only my heart beating
What makes me so mad?
That scream to wake the birds is only my heart beating
What makes me so mad?

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I'M Mad - Lyrics - Presidents Of The United States Of America

Title: I'M Mad
Artist: Presidents Of The United States Of America
Composer(s): David Michael Dederer

Lyric:
(Well, I'm mad)
Pissed off about this whole affair
(I'm mad)
I can't believe that we don't care
(I'm mad)
How can you say, "Just do it"?
We completely and totally blew it
(I'm mad)
Well, that much is true
(I'm mad)
I'm mad at me and I'm mad at you, yaa
(I'm mad)
Aww, can't you see?
Our overwhelming stupidity

I'm so mad
I'm so mad

(Well, I'm mad)
It's black and it's white
(I'm mad)
This problem had me up all night
(I'm mad)
Oh, you can say, I'm perplexed
We're overworked and we're undersexed
(I'm mad)
And we were out of time
(I'm mad)
It's too late to take it back
(I'm mad)
Oh, what more can I say!
It didn't have to end this way

I'm so mad
I'm so mad

Haa haa haa, haa
I'll do it
Shit
I'll do it
Yaa
Yaa
Yaa
Do it
Do

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Mad About You - Lyrics - Hooverphonic

Title: Mad About You
Artist: Hooverphonic
Composer(s): Alex Callier

Lyric:
Feel the vibe, feel the terror, feel the pain
It's driving me insane
I can't fake for God's sake, why am I
Driving in the wrong lane

Trouble is my middle name
But in the end I'm not too bad
Can someone tell me if it's wrong to be
So mad about you, mad about you, mad

Are you the fishy wine who will give me
A headache in the morning
Or just a dark blue land mine
That'll explode without a decent warning

Give me all your true hate
And I'll translate it in our bed
Into never seen passion, never seen passion
That's why I am
So mad about you, mad about you, mad

Trouble is your middle name
But in the end you're not too bad
Can someone tell me if it's wrong to be
So mad about you mad about you
Mad about you mad about you, mad

Give me all your true hate
And I'll translate it in your bed
Into never seen passion
That is why I am
So mad about you, mad about you
Mad about you, mad about you
Mad about you, mad about you, mad about you

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I Aint Mad At Cha - Lyrics - All Eyez On Me - 2pac

Title: I Aint Mad At Cha
Album: All Eyez On Me
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Delmar Daz Arnaud, Danny Steward, Tupac Shakur, Etterlaine Jordan

Lyric:
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of ya'll niggaz to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha
Got nuttin' but love for ya, do your thing boy

Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for ya'll, knahmean?
'Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there, kickin' up dust
Givin' a motherfucker,
Yeah, niggaz 'cause I ain't mad at cha

Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still roll
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll

Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin' off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed
Oh, you a Muslim now, no more dope game

Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail
Wanna go to the mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plan

When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin' large you tell me it's trouble
Congratulation on the weddin', I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin'

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we'd bomb
On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on

Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it
Got a big money scheme and you ain't even with it
Knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

And I can't even trip, ?cause I'm just laughin' at cha
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
'Cause I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha

I ain't, mad, at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin' that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared

Besides bumpin' n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow

And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I kiss my mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived

Don't shed a tear, 'cause mama I ain't happy here
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs
In my cell, thinkin', "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"

As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha
'Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha

I ain't, mad, at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha
(A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)

Well, guess who's movin' up, this nigga's ballin' now
Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down
He went from nuttin' to lots, ten carats to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block

He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days

So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin' so high off that bomb hopin' we make it, to the better days
'Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days

So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
'Til God return me to my essence
'Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent

So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at cha
You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha

I ain't, mad at cha
(And I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad at cha
(Hell nah, I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha
(And I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha, no
I ain't mad at cha

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I Want You - Lyrics - Beatles

Title: I Want You
Artist: Beatles
Composer(s): Paul Mccartney, John Lennon

Lyric:
I want you
I want you so bad
I want you
I want you so bad
It's driving me mad
It's driving me mad

I want you
I want you so bad, babe
I want you
I want you so bad
It's driving me mad
It's driving me

I want you
I want you so bad, babe
I want you
I want you so bad
It's driving me mad
It's driving me mad

I want you
I want you so bad
I want you
I want you so bad
It's driving me mad
It's driving me

She's so heavy
Heavy, heavy, heavy

She's so heavy
She's so heavy, heavy, heavy

I want you
I want you so bad
I want you
I want you so bad
It's driving me mad
It's driving me

I want you
You know I want you so bad, babe
I want you
You know I want you so bad
It's driving me mad
It's driving me mad

Yeah! She's so

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Blindfold - Lyrics - Morcheeba

Title: Blindfold
Artist: Morcheeba
Composer(s): R Godfrey, P Godfrey, S Edwards

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Lyric:
Three months in here
Can't catch the tears
Time never lands
Our love is all that stands now
Streets feel strange
And longer lives can never change

I'm so glad to have you
And it's getting worse
I'm so mad to love you
And your evil curse

I feel out of place
Just look at my face
Stuck in the mud
Knee-deep in blood, girl
Eyes blindfold
You never said I'm growing old

I'm so glad to have you
And it's getting worse
I'm so mad to love you
And your evil curse

I'm so glad to have you
And it's getting worse
I'm so mad to love you
And your evil curse

{My, my, my heart is very light
My, my, my my heart is very [Incomprehensible] very light}

Tell them I've gone
And nothing's wrong
In from the past
A sudden blast, bang
Spring has gone
And summer keeps on coming on

I'm so glad to have you
And it's getting worse
I'm so mad to love you
And your evil curse

I'm so glad to have you
And I'm getting worse
I'm so mad to love you
And your evil curse

I'm so glad to have you
And I'm getting worse
I'm so mad to love you
And your evil curse

I've a plan to save you
From my misery
I'm a man too brave
To follow history

Na na na na na na, na na na na na na
Na na na na na na, na na na na na na
Na na na na na na, na na na na na na
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I Want You (She'S So Heavy) - Lyrics - Coroner

Title: I Want You (She'S So Heavy)
Artist: Coroner
Composer(s): Paul Mccartney, John Lennon

Lyric:
I want you, I want you so bad
I want you, I want you so bad
It's drivin' me mad

I want you, I want you so bad
I want you, I want you so bad
It's drivin' me mad
It's drivin' me

I want you, I want you so bad
I want you, I want you so bad
It's drivin' me mad

I want you, I want you so bad
I want you, I want you so bad
It's drivin' me mad
It's drivin' me

She's so
Heavy, heavy
Heavy, heavy

She's so heavy
She's so heavy
Heavy, heavy

I want you, I want you so bad
I want you, I want you so bad
It's drivin' me mad

I want you, you know I want you so bad
I want you, I want you so bad
It's drivin' me mad
It's drivin' me mad

She's so

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Me So Horny - Lyrics - As Nasty As They Wanna Be - 2 Live Crew

Title: Me So Horny
Album: As Nasty As They Wanna Be
Artist: 2 Live Crew
Composer(s): Mark Ross, Chris Wongwon, Luther Campbell, Ricardo Williams, David Hobbs

Lyric:
What'll we get for ten dollars?
Everything you want
Everything?
Everything
Ooh, don't do that, baby, hold on this
Oh, sock it to me

Me so horny, me so horny, me so horny
Me love you long time
Me so horny, me so horny, me so horny
Me love you long time

Me so horny, me so horny, me so horny
Me love you long time
Me so horny, me so horny, me so horny
Me love you long time

Sittin' at home with my dick on hard
So I got the black book for a freak to call
Picked up the telephone, then dialed the 7 digits
Said, "Yo, this Marquis, baby, are you down with it?"

I arrived at her house, knocked on the door
Not having no idea of what the night had in store
I'm like a dog in heat, a freak without warnin'
I have an appetite for sex, 'cause me so horny

Me so horny, me so horny, me so horny
Me love you long time
Me so horny, me so horny, me so horny
Me love you long time

Girls, always ask me, why I fuck so much
I say, what's wrong, baby doll, with a quick nut?
'Cause you're the one, and you shouldn't be mad
I won't tell your mama, if you don't tell your dad

I know, he'll be disgusted when he sees your pussy busted
Won't your mama be so mad if she knew I got that ass?
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warnin'
My appetite is sex, 'cause me so horny

Me so horny, me so horny, me so horny
Me love you long time
Me so horny, me so horny, me so horny
Me love you long time

You can say, I'm desperate, even call me perverted
But you say, I'm a dog when I leave you fucked and deserted
I'll play with your heart just like it's a game
I'll be blowin' your mind, while you're blowin' my brains

I'm just like that man they call, Georgie Puddin' Pie
I fuck all the girls and I make 'em cry
I'm like a dog in heat, a freak without warnin'
I have an appetite for sex, 'cause me so horny

Me so horny, me so horny, me so horny
Me love you long time
Me so horny, me so horny, me so horny
Me love you long time

Hold on this
Oh, sock it to me
Hold on this
Oh, sock it to me

Hold on this
Oh, sock it to me
Hold on this
Oh, sock it to me

Me so horny, me so horny
Me so horny, me so horny, me so horny
Me love you long time

It's true, you were a virgin until you met me
I was the first to make you hot and wetty-wetty
You tell your parents that we're goin' out
Never to the movies, just straight to my house

You said it yourself, you like it like I do
Put your lips on my dick, and suck my asshole too
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warnin'
My appetite is sex, 'cause me so horny

Me so horny, me so horny, me so horny
Me love you long time
Me so horny, me so horny, me so horny
Me love you long time

Fuckie suckie, fuckie suckie, me fuckie suckie
Fuckie suckie, fuckie suckie, me fuckie suckie
Fuckie suckie, suckie, me fuckie suckie
Fuckie suckie, suckie, me fuckie suckie
Fuckie suckie, fuckie suckie

Me so horny, me so horny, me so horny
Me love you long time
Me fuckie suckie, fuckie suck, fuckie suckie
Me so horny

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Skandalouz - Lyrics - All Eyez On Me - 2pac

Title: Skandalouz
Album: All Eyez On Me
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Delmar Drew Arnaud

Lyric:
Hey Nate you know you got to focus on this motherfucker
We's gonna talk about these skandalouz hoes
I can talk about skandalouz bitches
Oh, I know you can
I know you that's why we gonna do it
Daz on the beat
Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin' around with the piano nigga
Just drop that shit like uhh, this here

I met you through my homie now you act like you don't know me
So disappointed 'cause baby that shit was so phony
It's not for me, you see no lovin' from my closest homies
Woulda paid you no mind, but baby you was all up on me

While you proceed with precision, you had the table hosed
No, I ain't mad at you baby, go 'head and play them fools
They chose not to listen, so now he stuck inside his house
And can't leave without his bitch permission

The mission's to be a playa, my alias is Boss
Drop a top on these jealous niggaz, playa let me floss
Y'all don't wanna see me in pain
I'll leave that ass like Toni Braxton, "Never breathing again"

It's skandalouz, I never liked your back stabbin' ass, trick
Used to watch you money grabbin', who you baggin' bitch?
Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust
But bitches lookin' skandalouz

Skandalouz, she's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz
She's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz
Skandalouz, she's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz
She's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz

How's it hangin'? 'Cause baby from the back the shit is bangin'
I've been stressin' in this ghetto game, tryin' to do my thang
Won't be no bullshit, no ass-kissin'
This bitch'll have ya wakin' up with all your cash missin'

I'm askin', as if I'm qualified to analyze
You're lookin' at a bitch who specialize in tellin' lies
She got a body make a motherfucker fantasize
Her face ain't never shed a tear through them skandalouz eyes

My sister precious in poverty
Plus I knew she was a freak bitch so why should it bother me?
I'd probably be sprung, addicted to the heat of her tongue
And though I don't where we're goin', she's makin' me come

I've been trained as a boss playa, so what you sayin'?
Let me show you, got some hookers we can toss later
Before I let her get me off guard
Went in the purse took a hundred dollars, nigga I'm so skandalouz

Skandalouz, she's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz
She's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz
Skandalouz, she's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz
She's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz

Dangerous and ambitious, while schemin' on gettin' riches
I'm spittin' at tricks 'cause I'm addicted to pretty bitches
Currency motivated, not easily terminated
Now that we made it, my niggaz can never be faded

This is my prophecy, I gotta be paid
All you cowards that try to stop me is beggin' for early graves
I thought we was cool, I was a fool, thinkin' you could be true
When I don't fuck with your punk crew

These are the tales for my niggaz doin' time in the cell
I went from hell, to livin' well
Bustin at niggaz who said my name in vain
I got no time for them tricks, I'm heavy in the game

I wanna be a baller, please
But the bitches and the liquor keep on callin' me
I'm floatin' free on the highway, formulatin' plans
Can't wait 'til I see L.A., 'cause it's so skandalouz

Skandalouz, she's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz
She's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz
Skandalouz, she's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz
She's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz

Skandalouz, she's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz
She's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz
Skandalouz, she's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz
She's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz

She's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz
She's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz
She's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz, she's so skandalouz
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W.D.Y.C.A.I. - Lyrics - Hi-Fi Serious - A

Title: W.D.Y.C.A.I.
Album: Hi-Fi Serious
Artist: A
Composer(s): Daniel Carter, Jason Perry, Giles Benjamin Perry, Perry Adam John Mark Andrew Chapman

Lyric:
I'm so tired, I need sleep
Talking to my pillow case, what's wrong with me?
I make mistakes, but them's the breaks
I'm crying out for anyone to come and rescue me

Talk about a new wave
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)
Talk about a way to save the day
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)

Talk about a new world
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)
And just not today

Hey there, why you look so sad?
What made you so mad that you can't
You can't get over it?

Hey there, why you look so hurt?
You get what you deserve, you know, here we go
Why don't you cry about it?

Life's a bitch and so am I
If you want it bad enough
There's lots of easy ways to die

Talk about a new wave
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)
Talk about a way to save the day
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)

Talk about a new world
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)
And just not today

Hey there, why you look so sad?
What made you so mad that you can't
You can't get over it?

Hey there, why you look so hurt?
You get what you deserve, you know, here we go
Why don't you cry about it?

Oh, talk about a new wave
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)
Talk about a way to save the day
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)

Talk about a new world
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)
And just not today

Hey there, why you look so sad?
What made you so mad that you can't
You can't get over it?

Hey there, why you look so hurt?
You get what you deserve, you know, here we go
Why don't you cry about it?

Hey there, why you look so sad?
What made you so mad that you can't
You can't get over it?

Hey there, why you look so hurt?
You get what you deserve, you know, here we go
Why don't you? Why can't you?

So tough when no one knows you
No homies, so lonely
Why don't you cry about it now?

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Fly Together - Lyrics - Trey Day - Trey Songz

Title: Fly Together
Album: Trey Day
Artist: Trey Songz
Composer(s): Jimmy Jones, Tremaine Neverson, Eric Hudson

Lyric:
I'm so, you so, we so fly
I'm so, you so, we so fly
I'm so, you so, we so fly
I'm so, you so, we so fly

I'm so, you so, we so fly
I'm so, you so, we so fly
I'm so, you so, we so fly
I'm so, you so, we so fly

Maybe it's the dude, maybe it's the cool
Maybe it's my shoes, call 'em 22's
Baby, it's your waist, baby, it's your face
Baby, it's your smile, make me wonder how you taste

Maybe 'coz the thugs say that I'm cool
Maybe 'coz the girls wanna be like you
Maybe it's the ice that made you look twice
Maybe it's your back that made me look back

Baby, I look good with you
You should know that you look good with me too
Let me ride through the hood with you
And show you to my boys 'coz ooh, ooh, you

You so fly, I'm so fly
What's mo' fly than you and I together
Get high, let's fly together, oh, girl

I'm so fly, you so fly
What's mo' fly than you and I together
Get high, let's fly together

Maybe take a cruise, sail across seas
We could never lose, baby, not we
We could be the two, the life of the party
Baby, what it do? You know that you want me

Maybe is the feel that I like you
Got a nigga feel he gon' wife you
Maybe it's the fit that made me look slick
Baby, you the pick, I make you my chick

Baby, I look good with you
You should know that you look good with me too
Let me ride through the hood with you
And show you to my boys 'coz ooh, ooh you

You so fly, I'm so fly
What's mo' fly than you and I together
Get high, let's fly together, oh, girl

I'm so fly, you so fly
What's mo' fly than you and I together
Get high, let's fly together

Baby, don't, don't you take too long
I want you in my arms
And if you feel what I feel, bring it here to me

C'mon, see we young but, girl, we grown
And baby, I wanna grow old
With you 'coz you know that you so

Well, maybe it's your attitude that makes me a lil' mad at you
The same time the gratitude make me wanna spend cash on you
Take you on trips ?cross the longitude and latitude
Let you hold the whip, last time we almost crashed the Coupe

So I laughed at you 'coz we was drunk pissy
It was two summers ago and you still wanna wed me
Or maybe it's the loyalty, the way that you call on me
When we makin' love and you scream, "Put it all on me"

Or maybe my physique and my upcomin' from the streets
It keeps you runnin' back and got you cummin' in the sheets
From the first time I met you, you?ve become a lil' freak
I might go downtown and get somethin' to eat

And baby, you take care of me, baby, I'll take care of you
You cry, I cry, baby, I shed tears for two
Baby, if that 7 carat didn't cost 300 grand
I wouldn't have to tell you put some ice on your hand, just jokin'

You so fly, I'm so fly
What's mo' fly than you and I together
Get high, let's fly together, oh, girl

I'm so fly, you so fly
What's mo' fly than you and I together
Get high, let's fly together

I'm so, you so, we so fly
I'm so, you so, we so fly
I'm so, you so, we so fly
I'm so, you so, we so fly

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You Ain'T Mad Iz Ya? - Lyrics - La'Chat

Title: You Ain'T Mad Iz Ya?
Artist: La'Chat
Composer(s): Paul D Beauregard, C Daniels, Jordan Houston

Lyric:
She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Love to shake that thang and back it up
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Tryin' to catch a baller with them figures
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Gold diggers, we call 'em gold diggers

She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Love to shake that thang and back it up
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Tryin' to catch a baller with them figures
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Gold diggers, we call 'em gold diggers

You petty niggas get the fuck on, you got nothin' on us Jones
You flodgin' like you on just because you got a cell phone
You need to come on down man, you think that I am so lame
I worked out with them fifteens and I'm ridin' on them chrome thangs

So what the fuck's that tellin' you, I'm a ballerhollic too
Always fresh as hell with them twelve gold, grillin' fool
When you see me in the club, I be checkin' out the thugs
Scopin' out from head to toe, lookin' for a baller ho

Wanna holla at me, you gotta drop off that cheese
I'm lookin' for some real G's, I'm so damn money hungry
I'm hot off all you niggas, I'm mad about my figures
I got no time for playin' games, I'm fucked up on that liquor

So ain't no need in stallin' I see you over there ballin'
You kickin' it with yo dog and the shots I here you callin'
I need to holla at cha' my nig I gots to get cha'
Ain't worried about a damn thang 'cause I know I'm gonna sweat cha'

She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Love to shake that thang and back it up
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Tryin' to catch a baller with them figures
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Gold diggers, we call 'em gold diggers

She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Love to shake that thang and back it up
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Tryin' to catch a baller with them figures
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Gold diggers, we call 'em gold diggers

No chicken head get no respect trick
And these cowards get a classic playa pluckin' on 'em
I be's 'bout paper, I be's 'bout green
I be some where workin' with a triple beam

Gettin' my freak on, keepin' my mouth strong
Off in somebody's hood with a big tone
Sometimes man, it's dangerous life that
Bang yo baby mama, now he hate that

Don't get mad, dog used to be man
Supplyin' broads with the cheese off ya work man
Table dances, tricks and trances
Big ol' pimps breakin' wenches through romances

Dances with wolves, lil' red ridin'
I'm on the prowl, wow, don't be hidin'
I'll be findin' where that hot spot
Get that thang wet, make that thang pop

She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Love to shake that thang and back it up
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Tryin' to catch a baller with them figures
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Gold diggers, we call 'em gold diggers

She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Love to shake that thang and back it up
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Tryin' to catch a baller with them figures
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Gold diggers, we call 'em gold diggers

You see I be up on these niggas, I'm tryin' to see
Can he fulfill my needs and give me cheese?
Shit a bitch that want cho' pockets, I'm checkin' wallets
ATM, yo check book whatever you call it

I'm a mack, I spit my pimpin' and get chu' hooked
You shouldn't have looked 'cause once you look, you gon' get took
Be out the frame, I'm runnin' thangs
It ain't no doubt, I'll take yo check

And with respect, I'll put chu' out
I'll break you down, you say you pimp
You gon' get ganked, I got chu' mean
Mean whipped withdraws out from yo bank

You super trickin' and then you lickin'
I let it be known it ain't no stickin'
You say you hittin' man I be trippin' all the time
I know the biz, you think you slick, you tell yo friends

That chu' be in, ain't that some shit
I need that fetti, that ghetty, ghetty
Man, I be yetty, you gon' let me
This shit is hectic, you shouldn't have met me

She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Love to shake that thang and back it up
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Tryin' to catch a baller with them figures
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Gold diggers, we call 'em gold diggers

She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Love to shake that thang and back it up
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Tryin' to catch a baller with them figures
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Gold diggers, we call 'em gold diggers

She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Love to shake that thang and back it up
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Tryin' to catch a baller with them figures
You ain't mad, iz ya?
Gold diggers, we call 'em gold diggers
...

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Mad Crew - Lyrics - Return Of The Boom Bap - Krs One

Title: Mad Crew
Album: Return Of The Boom Bap
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Mad
So in the clubs, I get mad
On the mic, I get mad
On the beats, I get mad

Yo, I got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

I be chillin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm rollin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Come on

See, this is what I'm sayin' and I know you don't see this
Wack, underprivileged MCs think they can see Kris
They watchin' too much television and they rocka
This ain't the TV show "Taxi" and I ain't Lotka

I break an MC off proper, yo, don't check me
Ask your Moms and Pops, yo, they respect me
But here you stand, tryin' to get yours but gettin' nothin'
You probably can't spell "Boogie Down" or "Productions"

I play for jeeps, I play for keeps, I play for streets, believe me
Put down the microphone and consider a squeegie
You're rated PG, again I win when I begin
I'm slammin' again, no win, try to comprehend, I don't bend

I ravage and damage, I'm wild like a savage
I'm kickin' asses, hot flashes, your style's with trash's
Stay out of my classes, punk, stay out of my classes

Yo, I got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I be chillin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

I'm rollin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
And I be drinking with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Come on

It's the pros in her house
I said it's the pros in her house
Fuck that shit
It's up down in her house

Twinkle, twinkle to the little rap star
I got all type of MC tongue in a pickle jar
So here's a quick freestyle to my target
My core audience, fuck the rest of the market

'Cause I spark it, styles, I loan shark it
Then break your legs if you try to chart it
I got heart, it doesn't take a lot to rock a record, get with it
Some MCs can't rock for five minutes

Sorry, that's not the way to approach me
Use caution, I rip up lyrical crews and MCs often
You probably don't know this
I give birth to MCs and I also give abortions
I'll do a number to your body structure

You look like supper
And I'm that hungry motherfucker
You don't wanna be on the menu
I'll end you, twist you up and bend you like Gestapo

Pick up the microphone and crush up MC like a taco
No, we're never sad because we nah deal with sorrow
That's why dem challenge me
Jah man you know dem challenge trouble
Me are number, one of me there is no double
And you don't want no trouble
'Cause Blastmaster KRS is flashin' lyrics on the double

I got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm chillin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

I'm rollin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm drinking with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
And I be coming with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Check, me comin' on quick, me cominadance, now me a sing
KRS-One in a party, man, me do me own ting
Nuff MC test but you don't hear vowel one
All you hear is when the BDP crew slap them up

We have the champion belt and lyrical cup
Any DJ, they want my title filled, no way now man, step up
But when you lose, now understand you get fucked up
This ain't no game upon the mic, me bring the noise to you like Chuck

I got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm chillin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

And I be coming with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm rollin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Kid Capri got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
Gang Starr got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Ill Will got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
Flavor Unit got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Check it out
Just make some noise

Big shout out to all the real
Hip-hop [Incomprehensible] in the house
And all the phoney DJ's
Who tried to battle [Incomprehensible] this year
Understand, I got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

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Happy - Lyrics - A Place In The Sun - Lit

Title: Happy
Album: A Place In The Sun
Artist: Lit
Composer(s): Alan Jay Popoff, Jeremy A Popoff, Kevin R Baldes, Allen A Shellenberger

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Lyric:
It wouldn't be so bad
If I can take a good thing and make it last
Money for the rent
Time that I spent, me and my girlfriend
My heart is broken down again
'Cuz I blame it on myself

It wouldn't be so bad
If I can take a good thing and make it last
Money in the bank
Gas in my tank, me and my girlfriend
I'm crawling through the crowd again
And I'm lookin' for myself

It makes me mad
'Cuz I wanna be happy so bad
It makes me mad
'Cuz I wanna be happy so bad
You don't even care

Steppin' out
Take it in
Startin' over again
Fallin' out
Startin' over

It makes me mad
'Cuz I wanna be happy so bad
It makes me mad
'Cuz I wanna be happy
It makes me mad
'Cuz I wanna be happy so bad
It makes me mad
'Cuz I wanna be happy so bad
(It makes me mad)
I wanna be happy so bad
(It makes me mad)
I wanna be happy so bad

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Thinking It Over - Lyrics - Thinking It Over - Liberty X

Title: Thinking It Over
Album: Thinking It Over
Artist: Liberty X
Composer(s): Christopher Applegate, Steve Hart, Kelli Michelle Young, Mary Applegate, Tony Lundon, Jim Sullivan, Eddie Craig

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Lyric:
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
L to the I to the B to the E to the R to the T Y, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
L to the I to the B to the E to the R to the T Y, yeah

I ain't mad with you baby
Yeah, but why the wait
I'm just telling you maybe
Oh, so why the wait
I ain't mad at you baby
I'm thinking it over

There's this guy that's on my mind
He tells me I'm the one and calls me all the time
Should I see him, do you think he's right
'Coz he's the one whose caught my eye

I tell you girl I've heard this all before
He ain't the kind of guy that you've been searching for
Look around you there's so much more
'Coz he's the one you should ignore

Ooh, let me tell you how I feel
I know you've heard a lot of things but I'm for real
I realize I got myself to blame
Forget my past I'm not the same

So why the wait
I ain't mad with you baby
Yeah, but why the wait
I'm just telling you maybe
Oh, so why the wait
I ain't mad at you baby
I'm thinking it over

Over
L to the I to the B to the E to the R to the T Y
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
L to the I to the B to the E to the R to the T Y, yeah

It's been a while since I felt so sure
I've played around but I want something more
Not gonna pressure you to let me know
Give me the chance to prove you wrong

Honey I'm feeling so confused
Don't wanna play a game I know I'm gonna lose
I need some time so I can think things through
But not tonight, not with you

So why the wait
I ain't mad with you baby
Yeah, but why the wait
I'm just telling you maybe
Oh, so why the wait
I ain't mad at you baby
I'm thinking it over

I can't stand the wait
I ain't mad though
I can't stand the wait
I ain't mad though
I can't stand the wait
I'm thinking it over

I'm thinking it over
I'm thinking it over
I'm thinking it over
I'm thinking it over

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Black Moon - Lyrics - Deftones

Title: Black Moon
Artist: Deftones
Composer(s): Stephan Carpenter, Abe Cunningham, Chi Cheng, Frank Delgado, Camillo Moreno

Lyric:
(So)
You know what, you can't come floppin' that shit
If you run up, guess what, I'm stoppin' that shit
Still can't figure out nothin' or find flaws
Take the Pauls, better recognize bodies on the lawn

If you see such, might touch, home is the crutch
Roll the dutch with the bunch of we never have enough
Hold steady for the lyrical melee with delicate rhymes
An alphabetical order of one at a time

Should we break it up? Welcome the true while you fearin' it
And lookin' at the youth, whatcha gonna do? They hearin' it
Don't hate your face, still in the air lookin' at
You made me twist you up your all crooked now

Take a step back sucker, you get spit on
Payback comin' from all of those you shit on
(Why?)

Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, guess what? I see you
(So what?)
Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, bitch what? I see you

Check the mic cord every place I roam
And all the bullshit cease when I pull my chrome
It's automatic, drastic the way I blow you
Incredible and unforgettable

I make you bounce to the rhythm, what counts I hit 'em
Straight ounce of venom and great amounts of visim
I'm the psycho lookin' for the prey
All the way out in the boondocks with the AK on
(Why?)

Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, guess what? I see you
(So what?)
Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, bitch what? I see you

The hand on the clock's tickin', the plot thickens
Times runnin' out, you can't hide from the gat clickin' punk
Hit the floor rhyme to even the score, people
We'll be hearin' about the way ya were in folklore

'Cuz MC's amaze and the people you knew were rippin' up
Rollin' em up with weed then spliff 'em I got the need
Say what, what, you want somethin' to pump up
Jump up just like a record that cut up

Try to nut up think it's funny
I'll wrap your ass up like the mummy
With rhymes, sucka's they run from me
Wanna get away, that's a better way, ya heard

(Why?)
Tell me the word and kilts comin' with poison verbs
And vocab sucka's be leavin' out on the slab

(Why?)
Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, guess what? I see you
(So what?)
Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, bitch what? I see you

Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, guess what? I see you
(So what?)
Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, bitch what? I see you

So what? So what?
So what? So what?

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Don'T Get Mad - Lyrics - souljaboytellem.Com - Soulja Boy

Title: Don'T Get Mad
Album: souljaboytellem.Com
Artist: Soulja Boy
Composer(s): Deandre Way

Lyric:
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me

D-d-don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me

D-d-don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me

D-d-don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me

Everybody know I get the kids yellin?
Don?t get mad 'cause the kids like Soulja Boy tell ?em
And they parents they can?t see it, they blind
They wonder why they kids talkin? 'bout Soulja Boy all the time

They can?t understand they ways
They wonder why they son and they daughter
Got they name on they shades
Or why they only wear bathin? apes
Or why they sit at their computers watchin? Soulja Boy all day

If you don?t get it, it?s a movement
I ain?t sayin? that you stupid, you just need improvement
They said the records ain?t sellin? no more
Just 'cause everybody on the internet hittin' download

Now it?s my turn to hit it
If you don?t get it by the end of this song you won?t get it
Real talk I spit it
I got the kids on lock and it?s just the beginnin', let?s go

Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me

D-d-don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me

What you mad for, what you hatin? for?
Soulja Boy tell 'em what the street's been waitin? for
Now I?m signed and it?s goin' down
Takin? over radio, TV, everything?s mine

Ain?t gonna bite my tongue for nobody
If you book me for a show, I?mma crank up the whole party
While you?re listenin' to this song, ease your mind
If you don?t get what I?m sayin? press rewind

Now, right now I?m 16
But when you hear this song I?mma be 17 and runnin' things
Superman, I started that
But the biggest form of flattery is just a lot of copycats

It?s all good 'cause I?m on deck
It?s amazing what I did with a mic in the internet
New rappers everyday worldwide
No deal just the fans, and the fans stayed on my side

D-d-don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me

D-d-don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me

I?m the kids favorite rapper, do that dance snapper
If anyone else can do it, I can do it better
Got the grown folk scratchin' they head, they say, ?What?s goin' on?
What?s so special about Soulja Boy, man, what?s goin? on??

This all I gotta say in my rap
When it spreads to the grown folks, man, it?s a wrap
If you hatin? better pump your brakes
Don?t get mad 'cause the kids fans and they watchin? my face

We love you, Soulja Boy
We love you, Soulja Boy
We love you, Soulja Boy
We love you, Soulja Boy

Soulja Boy my favorite rapper
No, he my favorite rapper
No, my favorite rapper

Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
D-d-don't get mad 'cause the kids like me

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