Some Bobby - Lyrics - Bobby Valentino - Bobby Valentino

Title: Some Bobby
Album: Bobby Valentino
Artist: Bobby Valentino
Composer(s): Bobby Wilson, Annan Gause, Gary Smith

Lyric:
I really need some Bobby
You really need some Bobby
(I know)
We all need some Bobby V
(Sing it to me baby)

I really need some Bobby
(I know)
You really need some Bobby
(I know)
We all need some Bobby V
(I know)

I really need some Bobby
('Cause it seems like your ready)
You really need some Bobby
(I know)
We all need some Bobby V

I really need some Bobby
(I know)
We all need some Bobby
(I know)
I really need some Bobby V
('Cause it seems like your ready)

(I know)

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Bobby'S Back - Lyrics - Brian Setzer

Title: Bobby'S Back
Artist: Brian Setzer
Composer(s): Brian Setzer

Lyric:
Well, come on

Won't ya come on, man
I hear that Bobby's back for me, upstate
He learned his lesson, so they say
Well, I guess we'll wait and see

He's got a new Corvette he says
It does a 120, he says
He's got some catchin' up to do
Some crazy scores to settle

When I first heard Bobby's back
The first thing that I though of
Was how his cheap life up and left
With some guy she just met

I don't think that I knew again
Man it sent a chill right through him
The only thing he ever loved
Just left with his life's paycheck

Bobby's back
Baby, for good this time
All his life
He was the last in line

Bobby's back
Baby, for good this time
All my life
He was a friend of mine

Bobby's face looked pale and thin
As if some ghost kept holding him
When he asked my what was new
I wasn't quite sure what to say

How can everybody
Stick their bloody fingers in my face?
I almost cried and said me shut up
Baby, 'cause I'd been used to

Bobby's back
Baby, for good this time
All his life
He was a losing kind

Bobby's back
Baby, for good this time
All his life
Never had peace of mind

I shook him hard, said, ?Listen man
You can't go back in time again?
I never tell the day I die
That I see tears fall down Bobby's eyes

Four or five years had gone by
When I read about how Bobbie died
He smashed his car into a wall
Messed up on drugs and alcohol

Another brother met a stray
Well, I'll be damned if I go that way
Just say a little prayer for him
He lived a life to just get away

Bobby's back
Baby, for good this time
All his life
He was the last in line

Bobby's back
Baby, for good this time
Bobby's gone
He was a friend of mine

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Nitty Gritty - Lyrics - Primal Scream

Title: Nitty Gritty
Artist: Primal Scream
Composer(s): Martin Duffy, Andrew Innes, Bobby Gillespie, Gary Mounfield

Lyric:
Stray hungry dog, stealing meat from a garbage can
He don't get what he want, he gets it when he can
City streets full of creeps, I'm knee deep in scum
I feel like Christ on the cross with a loaded gun

Kick me like a horse now honey
Bite me like a dog, yeah
Scratch me till I bleed now sugar
Don'tcha ever stop

Girl, we gonna shake some, some action
Girl, we gonna shake some, some action
Girl, we gonna get right down to the real nitty gritty
Get right down to the real nitty gritty

Hip shaker, heartbreaker, spine cracker, voodoo witch
You got the gold, gonna dig, dig your sugar ditch
I'll do the crime, serve the time, murder first degree
Cast your spell, gimme hell, get down on your knees

Kick me like a horse now honey
Bite me like a dog, yeah
Scratch me till I bleed now sugar
Don'tcha ever stop

Girl, we gonna shake some, some action
Girl, we gonna shake some, some action
Girl, we gonna get right down to the real nitty gritty
Get right down to the real nitty gritty, get down

Girl, we gonna shake some, some action
Girl, we gonna shake some, some action
Girl, we gonna get right down to the real nitty gritty
Get right down to the real nitty gritty, get down

If you're gonna preach how to live
You gotta live how you preach each day
Don't sell your soul honey, don't give it all away
Crash a plane, go insane, burn the palace down
Roll the dice, bet your life, I'll be comin' round

I'll kick you like a horse now honey
I'll bite ya like a dog
I'll kiss ya black and blue now sugar
I won't ever stop

Girl, we gonna shake some, some action
Girl, we gonna shake some, some action
Girl, we gonna get right down to the real nitty gritty
Get right down to the real nitty gritty, get down

Girl, we gonna shake some, some action
Girl, we gonna shake some, some action
Girl, we gonna shake some, some action
Girl, we gonna shake some, some action

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Bobby James - Lyrics - In Search of... - N.E.R.D. (The Neptunes)

Title: Bobby James
Album: In Search of...
Artist: N.E.R.D. (The Neptunes)
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams

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Lyric:
Hi, I'm 17 and my name is Bobby James
Everyday in school all my classmates call me names
And so this pusher introduced me to this thing
He said it makes you forget pain but makes you sing
I got pushed at home at school I was a wuss
Now my life is a domino that pushers push
'Cause I tried it once but I tried it again
Ran away two weeks later I seen my friend and I said

"Hey there mister give me some cash
I'm high as hell and I'm ready to blast
I'm just one hit away from being passed out
Young and assed out"
Hey there mister give me some cash
I'm high as hell and I'm ready to blast
I'm just one hit away from being passed out
Young and assed out

Man this would be cute if this were just a dream
A lesson for you to learn except you'd learn through me
You know like in the movies when it ends with a scream
Well fuck face I got news this is real and I did things
Traveling from Virginia to Cali broke
Hitch hike and rides me in my calico
Shoplift for food when it was desire
I miss my family, miss my friends, I'm so high and so tired

Hey there mister give me some cash
I'm high as hell and I'm ready to blast
I'm just one hit away from being passed out
Young and assed out
Hey there mister give me some cash
I'm high as hell and I'm ready to blast
I'm just one hit away from being passed out
Young and assed out

Hey there mister give me some cash
I'm high as hell and I'm ready to blast
I'm just one hit away from being passed out
Young and assed out
Hey there mister give me some cash
I'm high as hell and I'm ready to blast
I'm just one hit away from being passed out
Young and assed out

Hey there mister give me some cash
I'm high as hell and I'm ready to blast
I'm just one hit away from being passed out
Young and assed out
Hey there mister give me some cash
I'm high as hell and I'm ready to blast
I'm just one hit away from being passed out
Young and assed out, young and assed out

Hey there mister give me some cash
I'm high as hell and I'm ready to blast
I'm just one hit away from being passed out
Young and assed out

Hey there, could you help me please?
Could you spare some change for the world, for the world to see?
Hey there, could you help me please?
Could you spare some change for the world, for the world to see?
Hey there, could you help me please?
Could you spare some change for the world, for the world to see?

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Paradise Knife And Gun Club - Lyrics - Lonestar - Lonestar

Title: Paradise Knife And Gun Club
Album: Lonestar
Artist: Lonestar
Composer(s): Chris Rains

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Lyric:
Joe Bob was rough as a cob
And prone to blow his stack
Kenny Dean was in a suicide scene
Sneaking behind Joe's back

Sneaking around with Joe's girl, June
She liked the boys in the band
And when they all got together on Saturday night
It was easy to understand, why

They called it Saturday night at
The Paradise Knife and Gun Club
And there's drinking and dancing
To the music of Bobby Lee and the Blackjacks

It was Saturday night at
The Paradise Knife and Gun Club
If you was looking for some trouble
You could find it, I guarantee

Now the owner of the place was a man named Jack
And he wouldn't take talking back
He was married to a woman named May
She took up the slack

He knocked you out and she'd drag you out
And leave you in the parking lot
And when you wake up in the morning with a busted head
You're just happy that was all you got

On Saturday night at
The Paradise Knife and Gun Club
And there's drinking and dancing
To the music of Bobby Lee and the Blackjacks

It was Saturday night at
The Paradise Knife and Gun Club
If you was looking for some trouble
You could find it, I guarantee

Well, the night Joe Bob found out
That Kenny Dean was sneaking around with June
He caught Bobby Lee and the band
In the middle of an old Hank Williams tune

Bobby Lee cried out your cheatin' heart
And that was just the spark it took
And when the fighting got started
Everybody took part and that whole damn building shook

Until the sheriff came out and he stopped the bout
Hauled everybody to jail
When the judge saw the blood and the chewed up ears
He turned a whiter shade of pale

He said, good God ya'll
What's happened here, somebody start a World War III
Well, Kenny Dean just grinned the best he could
Said, your Honor, it seems to me

Like it was just another Saturday night
At the Paradise Knife and Gun Club
And there's drinking and dancing
To the music of Bobby Lee and the Blackjacks

It was Saturday night at
The Paradise Knife and Gun Club
If you was looking for some trouble
You could find it, I guarantee

Yeah, on Saturday night at
The Paradise Knife and Gun Club
And there's drinking and dancing
To the music of Bobby Lee and the Blackjacks

It was Saturday night at
The Paradise Knife and Gun Club
If you was looking for some trouble
You could find it, I guarantee

Lord, if you was looking for some trouble
You could find it, I guarantee

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The Game Belongs To Me - Lyrics - Underground Kingz

Title: The Game Belongs To Me
Artist: Underground Kingz
Composer(s): Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Avery Harris, Wesley Harris, Joseph Johnson

Lyric:
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
They call me Mick Jagger 'cause I 'Roll a lot of stones'
It's a whole lot of clones but only one Sweet Jones
Turnin' whores to carnivores, they just can't leave my meat alone

It's been a long time since I busted on a glock
But every corner that I hit, I left it screwed up and chopped
Marooned up and dropped, like my Biarritz on top
Let the motherfucker bleed until it drip and let it drop

I'm still that young boy that had a pocket full of stones
But now I'm sick and simply rich, grippin' wood and flippin' chrome
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush on
Lay down the competition, take their cash crops and get my push on
Moved up to Bentley with more chrome from a Lexus key
All because we cornered the market on that Texas tee

And we don't bar no plexes, we way bigger than other men though
The diamond deuces on tinted windows, we in the wind yo
We 'Chevro way' the wind blow, that's the corner we been Joe
Don't know where you been bro, but it's no quiz to me, you win though

When it's ten fo', good, but in my Styrofoam good and muddy
We block bleeders , leavin' your neighborhoods good and bloody
We grippin' that woodler, bud it, sit back and scope it
Pay attention to Prince and pushin' everything about to pump it

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

Uh, I done smashed up my flyin' spurt, it wasn't shit
I just parked it in the grass and brought some brand new shit
A Phantom Rolls Royce, 24's with the bump
I ain't trippin' about the seat, I got them woofers in my trunk

Cut in my swisher, codeine on my whiskers
Fuckin' with that Smoke D, Bundy and that Vicious
UGK Records, it's an institution
Know a lot of niggaz livin' off of prostitution

Pimpin' ain't dead, it just moved to the web
Bitch ain't gotta hit the track, ain't gotta give no tricks no head
Ain't got to give no tricks, no pussy, just cameras and screams
Easiest money you can get, it's the American Dream bitch

Man I'm a middle finger figure, a million dollar mission
Poppin' like Orville Redenbacher, with a whippin' in the kitchen
Yayo like Dontrelle Willis, we the trillest on the mound
I'm holdin' that whole South down, I know you feel us

We the realest walkin' the planet
Can't stand it, pass away, wanna fight us
Start to swingin', wanna kill us, blast away, wanna stab us
Get to stickin but make sure you cut us deep
'Cause I betcha we comin' back a couple hundred brothers deep

Pimp and Bun, we run the streets, which streets? Man, pick your hood
Don't matter, we represented, cross us? We gon' get you good
Them Down South veterans, ain't nobody better than
Gonna tell your next of kin or your brethren, let us in cousin

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

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The Game Belongs To Me - Lyrics - Stop N Go - Ugk

Title: The Game Belongs To Me
Album: Stop N Go
Artist: Ugk
Composer(s): Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Avery Harris, Wesley Harris, Joseph Johnson

Lyric:
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
They call me Mick Jagger 'cause I 'Roll a lot of stones'
It's a whole lot of clones but only one Sweet Jones
Turnin' whores to carnivores, they just can't leave my meat alone

It's been a long time since I busted on a glock
But every corner that I hit, I left it screwed up and chopped
Marooned up and dropped, like my Biarritz on top
Let the motherfucker bleed until it drip and let it drop

I'm still that young boy that had a pocket full of stones
But now I'm sick and simply rich, grippin' wood and flippin' chrome
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush on
Lay down the competition, take their cash crops and get my push on
Moved up to Bentley with more chrome from a Lexus key
All because we cornered the market on that Texas tee

And we don't bar no plexes, we way bigger than other men though
The diamond deuces on tinted windows, we in the wind yo
We 'Chevro way' the wind blow, that's the corner we been Joe
Don't know where you been bro, but it's no quiz to me, you win though

When it's ten fo', good, but in my Styrofoam good and muddy
We block bleeders , leavin' your neighborhoods good and bloody
We grippin' that woodler, bud it, sit back and scope it
Pay attention to Prince and pushin' everything about to pump it

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

Uh, I done smashed up my flyin' spurt, it wasn't shit
I just parked it in the grass and brought some brand new shit
A Phantom Rolls Royce, 24's with the bump
I ain't trippin' about the seat, I got them woofers in my trunk

Cut in my swisher, codeine on my whiskers
Fuckin' with that Smoke D, Bundy and that Vicious
UGK Records, it's an institution
Know a lot of niggaz livin' off of prostitution

Pimpin' ain't dead, it just moved to the web
Bitch ain't gotta hit the track, ain't gotta give no tricks no head
Ain't got to give no tricks, no pussy, just cameras and screams
Easiest money you can get, it's the American Dream bitch

Man I'm a middle finger figure, a million dollar mission
Poppin' like Orville Redenbacher, with a whippin' in the kitchen
Yayo like Dontrelle Willis, we the trillest on the mound
I'm holdin' that whole South down, I know you feel us

We the realest walkin' the planet
Can't stand it, pass away, wanna fight us
Start to swingin', wanna kill us, blast away, wanna stab us
Get to stickin but make sure you cut us deep
'Cause I betcha we comin' back a couple hundred brothers deep

Pimp and Bun, we run the streets, which streets? Man, pick your hood
Don't matter, we represented, cross us? We gon' get you good
Them Down South veterans, ain't nobody better than
Gonna tell your next of kin or your brethren, let us in cousin

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

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Lights Down Low - Lyrics - Bobby Valentino - Bobby Valentino

Title: Lights Down Low
Album: Bobby Valentino
Artist: Bobby Valentino
Composer(s): Rondeau 'Duke' Williams, Bobby Wilson, Gregory Colbert

Lyric:
Baby yeah
Come on
Baby yeah
Come on
I wanna make love
Oh baby
I wanna make love

Three months, two weeks, five days
Phone calls, emails and the games
We been playing with each other
Baby, won't you come over to my place
I'm sending you a first class ticket to a three day love affair
Rose petals, and bubble baths
We can do it girl any way you like it
But you know I got to have it

Turn the lights down low
Light some candles babe
We can get on
It's been so long since we last made love
I miss your love
We gonna do it all night long

Put on a sexy dress, a secret Vicky
It's time to get hot, time to get freaky
It's been so long since we made love
We gonna do it all night long

Pick you up from the airport, you looking good
You got stilettos on, low cut thongs
It seems to me you know it's on
We started kissing at the door
I'm rubbing on your thighs
Couldn't make it past the kitchen
It's what I've been missing
Let's enjoy this ride

Turn the lights down low
Light some candles babe
We can get on
It's been so long since we last made love
I miss your love
We gonna do it all night long

Put on a sexy dress, a secret Vicky
It's time to get hot, time to get freaky
It's been so long since we made love
We gonna do it all night long

Up down, Up down
Sweat all over our bodies
In out, In out
Got you screaming I'm naughty
'Cause I'm deep in your love
Round 2 you on top, let's get it started
This love we making is so amazing

Turn the lights down low
Light some candles, baby
We can get on
It's been so long since we last made love
I miss your love
We gonna do it all night long

Put on a sexy dress, a secret Vicky
It's time to get hot, time to get freaky
It's been so long since we made love
We gonna do it all night long

Turn the lights down low
Light some candles, baby
We can get on
It's been so long since we last made love
I miss your love
We gonna do it all night long

Put on a sexy dress, a secret Vicky
It's time to get hot, time to get freaky
It's been so long since we made love
We gonna do it all night long

Turn the lights down low
Light some candles, baby
We can get on
It's been so long since we last made love
I miss your love
We gonna do it all night long

Put on a sexy dress, a secret Vicky
It's time to get hot, time to get freaky
It's been so long since we made love
We gonna do it all night long

Can't nobody interrupt
'Cause I don't even care if my phone rings
My two-way, we still gone do this thing my way
I don't care, me and you
Oh girl, all night long
Baby girl, it's me and you
On the floor on the couch
On the sink anywhere you like, I'll just I

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Some Memories Just Won'T Die - Lyrics - Marty Robbins

Title: Some Memories Just Won'T Die
Artist: Marty Robbins
Composer(s): Bobby Springfield

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Lyric:
You say it's over, you say it's through
It was a long long time ago
And he means nothing to you
Oh, but I heard you whisper
Someone's name in your sleep last night
Baby admit it, some memories just won't die

Oh, some memories just won't die
Some feelings just won't leave
Oh, no matter how hard you try
And I know every now and then
(Yes I know)
(Every now and then)
You still think of him, I see it in your eyes
Some memories just won't die

I thought my loving would help you forget
But something tells me you're not over him yet
Somethings haunting you way down deep inside
Am I losing you, to a memory that won't die

And some memories just won't die
Some feelings just won't leave
Oh, no matter how hard you try
And I know every now and then
(Yes I know)
(Every now and then)
You still think of him, I see it in your eyes
Some memories just won't die

Some memories just won't die
Some feelings just won't leave
Oh, no matter how hard you try
And I know every now and then
(Yes I know)
(Every now and then)
You still think of him, I see it in your eyes
Some memories just won't die

Memories just won't die
Some feelings just won't leave
Oh, no matter how hard you try

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Me And Bobby D - Lyrics - Everything But The Girl

Title: Me And Bobby D
Artist: Everything But The Girl
Composer(s): Ben Watt, Tracey Thorn

Lyric:
Go to sleep Bobby D, here's a kiss
Don't worry your pretty head about this

Me and Bobby D don't get along that easily
You told the world, "Be free, love life"
Tell me, is it true you beat your wife?

You see, me and Bobby D don't get along that easily
You told the world, "Skip rules, have fun"
Knocked her from here to kingdom come?

How many girls have you had today?
And how many bottles have you downed today?
While you're on the skids who's minding the kids?

Go to sleep Bobby D, here's a kiss
Don't worry your pretty head about this
Go to sleep Bobby D, here's a kiss
Don't worry your pretty head about this

Me and Saint Jack K never had too much to say
It's easy driving with your feet
With some good ol' girl in the passenger seat

Watching the road all day
"Oh honey, what funny things you do say"
But while you're out of your head who's making the bed?

Go to sleep Bobby D, here's a kiss
Don't worry your pretty head about this
Go to sleep Saint Jack K
Don't worry your tiny head today

Me and old Bobby D don't get along that famously
A saviour and a seer, maybe
But he never meant that much to me

Sure, I'd love a wild life
But every wild man needs a mother or wife
The seven seas you roam and who's waiting
The seven seas you roam and who's waiting
The seven seas you roam and who's waiting at home?

Go to sleep Bobby D, here's a kiss
Don't worry your pretty head about this
Go to sleep Saint Jack K
Don't worry your tiny head today

Go to sleep Bobby D, here's a kiss
Don't worry your pretty head about this
Go to sleep Saint Jack K
Don't worry your tiny head today
Go to sleep Bobby D, here's a kiss

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Sugar - Lyrics - Rock and Roll Jesus - Kid Rock

Title: Sugar
Album: Rock and Roll Jesus
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): B Ervine, J Krause, R J Ritchie, M Shafer, D Simon, M Young, J Smith

Lyric:
Hard to remember if anything was real
Cold like December and I don't like how that feels
I?ve been livin' a long time, I?ve been givin' a long time too
And I can't believe I wasted so much time on you

But time has brought me back around
Back around to me, and I feel so free, yeah

Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Sugar tonight, sugar tonight
Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Sugar tonight, sugar tonight

Bad like Brutus, hit like Joe Louis
I got lots of cash but I'm not Jewish
I'm not no nudist, I'm fully clothed
And I fuck hot pussy until it's cold

Got rhymes of gold, got a voice of platinum
I'm not Dwayne Wayne but that's what's happenin'
I'm back in black and if you have to ask
You can kiss my Anglo-Saxon ass

Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Sugar tonight, sugar tonight
Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Sugar tonight, sugar tonight

Hot like a Toti, smooth like Mondovi
Around the way they call me Bathroom Bobby
Sugar is my hobby and my greatest joy
And that's why they call me Cowboy

No Jive, I come alive like Frampton
I'm bigger than Seinfeld's house in the Hamptons
Cramp my style, go ahead and give it your best
But I ain't met a motherfucker who can do that yet

Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Sugar tonight, sugar tonight
Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Sugar tonight, sugar tonight

Hey
Give it to me

Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Sugar tonight, sugar tonight
Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Sugar tonight, sugar tonight

Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Sugar tonight, sugar tonight

Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Who, who, who, who
Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight
Who, who, who, who

They call me Shotgun Bobby, rock the young hottie's
Jock the John Gotti's, sock the paparazzi
Real life Fonzie, I roll like Yahtzee
I like stars and bars but I ain't no Nazi

So I?ll fuck you, fuck you in the nose
Fuck you and your flows, fuck you and your hoes
Fuck you and your mother if you can't understand it
I'm the illest motherfucker on the goddamn planet

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It'S A New Day - Lyrics - James Brown

Title: It'S A New Day
Artist: James Brown
Composer(s): James Brown

Lyric:
Ready
Fellas, things done got too far gone
We gotta let the girls know what they gotta do for us
It's done got to be a drag, man, a man can't do nothin' no more

It's really a drag
You got to do somethin'
Can I tell 'em?
Let me on

Girl, let me tell you what you got to do
T.C.B. so mellow, 'til nobody can get through
When he asks you do you love him, smilin' and kiss his cheek
Walk away and twist your hip, make sure you keep him weak

Don't let nobody take care your business better than you do
Do what he wants, give what he wants, respect will come to you
And than you can hold your man, you can hold your man
You can hold your man, you can hold, hey

Never get so confident so it's nothin' you want to know
Because that's the time you lose your thing, and then you got to blow
You know what we got [Incomprehensible] 1.05
Use your thing so carefully and don't be a total loss

Sister, when you love your man, be careful how you tell him that
He will put you back in a corner, and use you like a Sunday hat
You can hold your man, you can hold your man
You can hold your man, you can hold, hey

Hit it
Good God, get it
Hit me now
Good God

Never get too confident so it's nothin' you want to know
Because that's the time you lose your thing, then you got to blow
You know I got what it takes to be the untold boss
You gotta use it carefully and you can't be a total

Hit me now
Good God, hit it
Yeah
Good God

Fellas
Can I get some help?
Can I get some help?
Let me have some help
Can I get a witness?

Said I need a witness?
Said I need a witness?
I, I, I, I need a witness

Can I get a witness?
I want a witness over there
Can I get a witness?
I want a witness over here

I'm a witness right here
I'm a witness over there
Is a witness over there?
I'm a witness right here
Wait a minute

Girl, let me tell you what you got to do
T.C.B. so mellow, and nobody can get through
And when he asks you do you love him, smile and kiss his cheek
Good God
Walk away and twist your hip, make sure you keep him weak
Ah, make sure You keep him weak, good God sure You keep him

Ain't it funky now? Good God
Ain't it funky now? Hey
Ain't it funky now?
Ain't it funky now?

Ain't it funky now?
Ain't it funky now?
Ain't it funky now?
One more
Don't good God

Don't let nobody take care your business better than you do
Do what he wants, give what he wants, respect will come to you

Ain't it funky now?
Can I get some help?
Let me have some help

Than clap your hands
Then clap your hands
Build it up a little higher
Build it up a little higher

A little bit higher now
Build it up a little higher
Ain't it funky now?
Ain't it funky now?
Yeah

Believe I'll scream
Can I scream, brother?
Can I scream, brother?
Brother, can I scream now?
Can I scream, brother?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gotta scream
Good God, gotta scream, now
I gotta scream, now
I gotta scream, now

They wanna hold the man
They need to hold the man
They need to satisfy the man
They need to hold the man

They got to hold the man
Ain't it funky now?
Good God, ain't it funky now?
Hey, yeah, yeah

Can I get some help?
I gotta have some help
I wanna get some help
Wanna get some help

I wanna, wanna, wanna, wanna, wanna, wanna, wanna
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
yeah, now
Good God
Can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, yeah

Never get so confident, so it's nothin' you want to know
Because that's the time you lose your thing, and then you got to blow
You know you got what it takes to be the untold boss
You gotta use it carefully, you can't be a total loss

So girls, look here
Sister, when you tell your love your man
Careful how you tell him that
He'll take you for granted and use you for a Sunday hat

Come on
Can I get some help?
Can I get a witness?
Can I get a witness?

A witness over there?
A witness over there?
A witness, witness
Witness, witness

Can I get a witness?
Can I get a witness?
Can I get a witness?
Can?

Can I get a witness?
Hey yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Ah, ah, can I get a witness?
Ah, Lord, ah, ah

Brother, do you know what I'm talkin' about?
Brother, do you understand it now?
Bobby Byrd, you know what I'm talkin' about?

Can I get a witness?
Hey Bobby, do you know what I'm talkin' about?
Brother, they'll do you wrong

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27 Shots - Lyrics - Matthew - Kool Keith

Title: 27 Shots
Album: Matthew
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton, Kurt Matlin

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Lyric:
They try to say California is plastic
I think New York got the most plastic niggaz too
Fuck all you niggaz comin' out to the Soul Train Awards
With them pop ass headsets around your ears like Britney Spears

That's some old Bobby Brown and New Edition shit
That's some old real Michael Jackson shit, I'm comin' with Crazy Vic
Let me hear you tryin' to copy my shit, fuck the impact eventually
'Cause there's a lot of corny niggaz performin' out there

Fat stomachs, make-up and eye glare, what the fuck do I care?
Niggaz with they ass out, groupies in cheap motels tryin' to fuck
And crash out, motherfuckers ain't networkin', strippers checkin' in
Motherfuckers on motorcycles, pickup trucks with license plates on 'em

Bringin' mad shit from down South, big after parties
I'ma turn my phone off, I don't wanna shake hands, meet no-fuckin'-body
Arrogant bastard, no commercial shit, break your neck
Suck my dick in the world, fuck the critics, everything I make is a hit

Fuck you applehead motherfuckers tryin' to make
Some old Carribean mixed with that Trinity keyboard shit
Hip-Hop shit, that's some old Broadway musical shit
I don't even listen to that cartoon shit
Tell your A&R and his wife to get out my fuckin' life

27 shots, 27 shots, 27 shots

Shut up, listen to my shit 'cause yo cassette single is gay
Writin' that bullshit, I hear on the radio by these homo niggaz everyday
Butter soft, sissy shit, I got the real tell it like it is pissy shit
Yo shit is some fake ass gorilla code shit, white suits, mansion yachts
Scared ass nigga doin' videos, buyin' models on some boat shit

I tell you straight G, I can't fuck with it, girls still messin' with you
Your shit is wack, any bitch in they right mind
Shouldn't have sex with you, rusty nigga that don't use soap
I fuck around and piss all over your leather, faggot ass trenchcoat

Don't ever act hardcore, you's a suburban nigga, you get serviced nigga
You never even been in a fuckin' street fight
Look at your old photo album pictures, you's a bunch of hype
Kiss my ass, nobody picked up the fuckin' mic, untalented bitch
Like you some wild ass, inner city kid from the projects, who's next?

27 shots, 27 shots, 27 shots

Then I really disrespect all production out there
That bullshit niggaz programmin', fuck Johnny Hammond, Sonny Stitch
That shit ain't gettin' you rich, just a packed crowd, low bitches
A bunch of fuckin' dicks, I'd rather see some ass
A nice club with a fat ass

And all you motherfuckers actin' like you Jamaican
American to the core, copyin' that shit on tour
Y'all niggaz be against speakers with your ears sore, stank ass boots
With no socks on, fuckin' up the dancefloor, since when you ate codfish
And meat patties? I got cousins with Jheri curls in Caddies

27 shots, 27 shots, 27 shots

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It'S Still My Thang - Lyrics - Bobby Brown

Title: It'S Still My Thang
Artist: Bobby Brown
Composer(s): Derek Allen, Bobby Brown, Kenny Finnel

Lyric:
Welcome, I know you guys are the heads of
You know, your own families, you know
But I brought a few friends
And you know, to let you guys know

When you step into my house
Would you please come with respect?
If not then I'll have to have my man DOA

Drop it, yeah
Come on y'all
What'cha wanna do? Huh
Yeah, listen

Everybody wants to know what's goin' on in my life
But it's none of your business, every thing's alright
It's not the kind of car I drive or clothes I wear, it's me
And I don't give a damn about it if you think I'm crazy

It really doesn't matter what the folks may say
(It really)
I just gotta live my life my way
And like I told you eight years ago
It's still my prerogative, don't you know

It's still my thang and if you don't
Like the way that Bobby Brown swings
Stop calling out my name
'Cause it's still my thang

It's still my thang and after eight years
Ain't a damn thing changed
Why should I be ashamed?
It's still my thang

Listen, I can never be counted out
'Cause I started it all out
And you don't wanna test me
'Cause you know what I'm about

I'm still the king of the stage
Put the crowd in a rampage
And it's all right, it's all right

I've been 'round the world and then back again
Puttin' all my hope and trust, in my so-called friends
Uh huh, but they always seemed to let me down
But I'm still around

It's still my thang and if you don't
Like the way that Bobby Brown swings
Stop calling out my name
It's still my thang

It's still my thang and after eight years
Ain't a damn thing changed
Why should I be ashamed?
It's still my thang

You never know what I'm gonna do
If you think that I'm gonna slip, you're a fool
Hey yo, could you drop it for me please?

Bring the drama, flip it back to the Brown bomber
Holla, holla, now who wanna test me?
Bittin' a style, can't none of y'all fade B
'Cause he's the baddest trend setter ever, yeah

I got your back, the phonies gon' talk forever
Keep it true boo, I know what you've been through
By-pass the fake 'cause you know they ain't a friend to you
Taking no losses, remind them who the boss is

Alright baby
Hello, hello, hello again
Guess what? It's the Biggitty Brown in the back
With a brand new funky track

What's up, kid?
You want some NyQuil?
Or you're just mad
'Cause your whole crew and you can't write yo?

You never know what I'm gonna do
You'll never know
If you think that I'm gonna slip, you're a fool

It's still my thang and if you don't
Like the way that Bobby Brown swings
Stop calling out my name
It's still my thang

It's still my thang and after eight years
Ain't a damn thing changed
Why should I be ashamed?
It's still my thang

It's still my thang and if you don't
Like the way that Bobby Brown swings
Stop calling out my name
It's still my thang

Listen y'all
Hey y'all, I ain't [unverified] nowhere, ain't goin' nowhere
I'm-a be here always, every day, all day
In your face with the bombshell [unverified]
Peace, B-Brown is definitely outta here for the minute
See ya, 'cause

It's still my thang and after eight years
Ain't a damn thing changed
Why should I be ashamed?
It's still my thang

It's still my thang and if you don't
Like the way that Bobby Brown swings
Stop calling out my name
It's still my thang

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Trill Recognize Trill - Lyrics - Trill - Bun B

Title: Trill Recognize Trill
Album: Trill
Artist: Bun B
Composer(s): Jonathan H Smith, Bernard James Freeman, La Marquis Jefferson, Christopher B Bridges, Craig Love

Lyric:
I still, I still, I still, I still
I still, I still, I still, tote steel
I still tote steel, I still tote steel
I still, ha

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

Bun B is the name, UGK is the click
P A T is the city so if you hate, suck the dick
I'm from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard
Where niggaz don't wait to see ya, they bring it to your yard

We ain't never been fraud, we ain't never been lame
So if you wanna get it crackin', every nigga is game
So we can catch a corner, or we can catch a square
Any place, any time, I'll be waitin' right there

See I give you a bad one and shoot you in the spine
But as soon as you hit your back, my dogs'll eat you alive
All we know is survive, we ain't taking no ails
So before you play with us, you best play with yourself

'Cause I'm tired of the tough talk, tired of the mean mug
I'm 'bout ready to give these fuck niggaz a clean slug
Cock back the hammer on the goddamn steel
And put a hollow in the middle of his goddamn breel, fuck it

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

Talkin' about the carats in my watch, diamonds in my chain
Who's baddest on the block? What my status in the game?
The records that I've sold, Bobby V going gold
And all them number one chart positions that I hold

The money and the wealth, well, I'll keep it to myself
But I'm always willin' to share the firepower on the shelf
I'm shiny star spanglin', ding-a-ling danglin'
Luda, the sheet swisha, broke the record of Wilt Chamberlain

I'm College Park rangerin', Houston, Tex mangerin'
So get down or lay down and see these middle finger rings
I'm banging in the East, West, South, all over the map, boy
I do it for myself, my daughter, and all these trap boyz

Lac boyz, candy and paint, paper we stack boy
But semi-automatic so make the click get back boy
Click, since I was born, I've been the shit
And money speaks for itself so I ain't never said, shit

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

Niggaz best to start runnin', hidin', dodgin', and duckin'
'Cause them trill niggaz comin', ridin', cockin', and buckin'
Bitch you fucking with a monster, a beast like no other
The hardest nigga living since my motherfucking brother

So duck and cover, duck and roll, hit the deck
We comin' for money and your motherfuckin' respect
But we ain't taking no checks, money orders or visas
Your life is on the line so don't motherfuckin' tease us

You gonna need Jesus, to hold you and help ya
'Cause you fuckin' with me, bitch, you gonna see helter skelter
That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya
You're lame ass nigga, know ya nolia then fuck ya

Bitch, I stopped giving a damn when pimp went to the pen
So not everyone's associates and nobody's friends
Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt
Before I put somebody's children under motherfuckin' dirt, fuck it

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

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Teeq - Best Friends - Lyrics - Mis

Title: Teeq - Best Friends
Artist: Mis
Composer(s): Alesha Dixon, Sabrina Washington, Su-Elise Nash, Mushtaq Uddin

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Lyric:
La la la
La la la
La la la
La la la

Remember the time when we used to play, yeah yeah
Knock down ginger and we braid hair
Drunk slush puppies every day and
Now you're not around

A trip to the sweet shop, oh, was a treat
When your mama gave us 50p
What happened to those good old days
You ain't here with me

So how you been? I know I haven't seen you
I heard you were working, not as much as you do
Just keep trying, maybe I'll come and see you
You know I'm gonna be here

I know it's taken time, you felt I left behind
My ordinary life but it's the path I had to find
To get some peace of mind, I had to leave you for a while
I felt empty deep inside without my best friend by my side

La la la
La la la
La la la
La la la

Remember the time when we took the train, yeah yeah
Got home late, my mum had gray hairs
Sleepovers on Saturdays, yeah
Girl, I miss those days

Remember when Bobby Brown was the craze
We used to sing along like everyday
What happened to the pact we made
To never separate

What you doin' at 8? Coming round to see you
Don't be late, there's so much that we should do
Just like old days, got everything to tell you
Good friends don't come easy

I know it's taken time, you felt I left behind
My ordinary life but it's the path I had to find
To get some peace of mind, I had to leave you for a while
I felt empty deep inside without my best friend by my side

I know it's taken time, you felt I left behind
My ordinary life but it's the path I had to find
To get some peace of mind, I had to leave you for a while
I felt empty deep inside without my best friend by my side

Wherever we've been along the road
You've always been a friend to me, I know
I'll stick with you till the end through thick and thin
You'll always be my best friend

I know it's taken time, you felt I left behind
My ordinary life but it's the path I had to find
To get some peace of mind, I had to leave you for a while
I felt empty deep inside without my best friend by my side

I know it's taken time, you felt I left behind
My ordinary life but it's the path I had to find
To get some peace of mind, I had to leave you for a while
I felt empty deep inside without my best friend by my side

I know it's taken time, you felt I left behind
My ordinary life but it's the path I had to find
To get some peace of mind, I had to leave you for a while
I felt empty deep inside without my best friend by my side

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Maintaining - Lyrics - Resurrection - Common

Title: Maintaining
Album: Resurrection
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Ernest Dion Wilson

Lyric:
Gotta watch out for them critters
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh

I was born in Chicago, raised on Planet Rock
Talking zsa zsa zsa zsa
Catch knock my tape like beats, I'm fresh as fruits
(Uh)
You pussy MC, it's you I rebuke, repent
You burn up, you got me bit, I'm coming as ebit
Got on big hoes at Freak nit, frequently your telling me
Won and worn your rockets
So he ain't put no scratch in my pocket

Yo heard, with my head I cock it
And rock it like that brother in Colors
'Cuz I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin' to the rear
But I can't get us all in free, it's just another case of that 2 dollar MC
(What?)
I rock the same clothes 3 days straight to you
They wrinkled but to my they straight
Now I'm straight, are you straight? I'm straight as long as I got beer
I thought about it Jack, and now I'm out of here

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

I need me some new socks, I need me some new drawers
I draws attention like a letter to a sargent
Theres a few good MC's the wack, I'm giving code red
Slim say I got nobody but when they see me at the party
They be like, "Go 'head, go 'head"
'Cuz I got's the cuts like Bobby, rappers are dick heads
Choppin' they demo, I do it like Big Red
My office hours are from 9 to 5
While you avoid the party I make it live

The fellas nod and the chicks dance
While I'm coolin' in my jumpers and my big pants
I'm as dope as PCP, MC's see me and start having flashbacks
I don't flash scratch, I gotta watch my back
Now a days blacks don't know how to act
Besides Larry Fishburn, Charles Jug and Wesly Snipes
Marks wanna test me because I test the mics
I check 'em like sound, and like loose I'm down
Plus I done got better since soul by the pound, I maintain

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

I fall fresh apon the spirit, with the lyric that's overwhelming
And house more hoes then Spell man
Worse unwelcome like James Johnston
My brains sponsoring speech on the mic, I'm like a Jackson
Rappers I'm fondling, they try to settle out of court
But I, could never be bought, what type of rebel eats pork?
I'll take the cat and never get caught, you wack together we fought
'Cuz I can't see my melons boxing if he's not boxin' with 'em

I don't care who started it, I'm gonna be apart of it
Regardless of the odds of how hard
It's been many times we was outnumbered and we still got with them
I got rhythm from some boogers and some foxes
But if I becomes a 10 then some brothers all some gin
And I got juice, and this niggas scared

I'll F your head up, like the L.A.
For when I flow for cash I got for broke like Mel for Moore
Why should a male with a B8 get more then me?
When Rashid got an MC degree and a doctrine in rockin' shit
I go to docs to get a fish wish with cheese
I don't mix with MC's 'cuz I just don't like the mother [unverified]
But I'm still maintaining

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

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One Girl To Love - Lyrics - Bobby Valentino - Bobby Valentino

Title: One Girl To Love
Album: Bobby Valentino
Artist: Bobby Valentino
Composer(s): Bob Robinson, Bobby Wilson, Tim Kelley

Lyric:
Listen

All my fellas please listen up to me
I sincerely say these words
What goes around, comes back around
I hope you feel me, 'cuz I'm not hating no

If you keep doing these girls wrong, somebody's gonna do us wrong
It's reality, I need you here with me, if we keep breaking
These girls hearts, somebody's gonna break our hearts
It's reality, now I know what I need

Is one girl to love
Give her all of me
One girl to love
Give her everything she needs, yeah, yeah

It's time for me to hang up my cleats, 'cuz my playing games are over
And I need the right one here with me, my friends don't understand why
Lately I don't hang out all night
Someday they'll feel me, but I'm not hating no

If you keep doing these girls wrong, somebody's gonna do us wrong
It's reality, it's reality, need you here with me, if we keep breaking
These girls hearts, somebody's gonna break our hearts
It's reality, now I know what I need

Is one girl to love
Give her all of me
One girl to love
Give her everything she needs, yeah, yeah

Only if I had a girl like you, so all some insecure
Searching for perfection would be true, words cannot describe the feeling
I pray to God that I meet you some day
Maybe in church on Sunday, I'll be patient all I need

Is one girl to love
Give her all of me
One girl to love
Give her everything she needs, yeah

Is one girl to love
Give her all of me
One girl to love
Give her everything she needs

One girl to love
Give her all of me
One girl to love
Give her everything she needs

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