Song For Dad - Lyrics - Golden Road - Keith Urban

Title: Song For Dad
Album: Golden Road
Artist: Keith Urban
Composer(s): Keith Urban

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Lyric:
Lately I've been noticing
I say the same things he used to say
And I even find myself
Acting the very same way

I tap my fingers on the table to the rhythm in my soul
And I jingle the car keys when I'm ready to go
And when I look in the mirror he's right there in my eyes
Starin' back at me and I realize

The older I get the more I can see
How much he loved my mother and my brother and me
And he did the best that he could
And I only hope when I have my own family
That everyday I see
A little more of my father in me

There were times I thought he was bein'
Just a little bit hard on me
But now I understand he was makin' me
Become the man he knew that I could be

In everything he ever did he always did with love
And I'm proud today to say I'm his son
When somebody says I hope I get to meet your dad
I just smile and say you already have

The older I get the more I can see
How much he loved my mother and my brother and me
And he did the best that he could
And I only hope when I have my own family
That everyday I see
A little more of my father in me

He's in my eyes my heart, my soul
My hands, my pride and when I feel alone
And I think I can't go on I hear him sayin' "Son you'll be alright
Everything is gonna be alright" Yes it is

The older I get the more I can see
That he loved my mother and my brother and me
And he did the best that he could
And I only hope when I have my own family
That everyday I see, oh I hope I see
I hope everyday I see a little more of my father in me
A little more of my father in me

I hope everyday I see in me
In me, in me
I hope everyday I see
A little more of my father in me

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Big Motel On The Mountain - Lyrics - Tom T. Hall

Title: Big Motel On The Mountain
Artist: Tom T. Hall
Composer(s): Jim Kelly

Lyric:
This song is for you big motel on the mountain
Just in thought to pass the time

And for the people who have loved
And some have been loved
And some were wanted inside your walls
And for the twenty two year old college girl

Who made that last semester
With her smile along your halls and for the traveling salesman
And the Friday night time dinner, out time crowd
Some were seeking stimulation in the laughter noise
And drinks the music loud

This song is for you big motel on the mountain
Just in thought to pass the time

And for the Wednesday Night Auxiliary
That meets inside your banquet room at nine
For the women's club and the social leads
And the regular attendants every time

For the lost abandoned child
By your north side entrance left alone to die
For the long haired wide eyed boy selling dope
And looking for a place to hide

This song is for you big motel on the mountain
Just in thought to pass the time

For the middle aged executive
Who thought he'd seen enough
To slash his wrist in number ten
And for the thirty two year old housewife
Who got caught with her best friend's husband

She ain't around to try again
For the seven year old girl swingin', slidin'
On the west side near the pool
Saying, "Why couldn't dad come home with us, mama?
Why you got to put me in that school?"

This song is for you big motel on the mountain
Just in thought to pass the time

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Radio - Lyrics - The Phoenix - Lyfe Jennings

Title: Radio
Album: The Phoenix
Artist: Lyfe Jennings
Composer(s): Lyfe Jennings

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Lyric:
I remember shoot outs over necklaces
Little Debbie breakfasts
An' it's growin' up in the projects, life stinks

Drinkin' fifths of Hennessey
To forget my misery
Strugglin' out here in these streets

Barely livin' in this world
It's seems so hateful
The kids are so ungrateful
And I'm no longer able to disguise my disgust

And I know they're sayin' we should trust
The Lord will come and help us
And maybe I'm just being selfish
But I've had enough

But when my song comes on the radio
I forget all of my troubles
And for one moment I'm not there at all
No matter where in my life I am, that's my jam

Said when my song comes on the radio
I forget all of my troubles
And for one moment I'm not there at all
No matter where in my life I am that's my jam

I remember fightin' with my babysitter
Life without no father figure
Searchin' for my daddy's killer, life stinks

Workin' jobs that I don't like
Cussin' out God every night
For givin' me this awful life

And it don't stop 'cos this world
It's just so hateful
The kids are so ungrateful
And I'm no longer able to disguise my disgust

And I know they say we should trust
The Lord will come and help us
And maybe I'm just being selfish
But I've had enough

When my song comes on the radio
I forget all of my troubles
And for one moment I'm not there at all
No matter where in my life I am, that's my jam

Said when my song comes on the radio
I forget all of my troubles
And for one moment I'm not there at all
No matter where in my life I am, that's my jam
That's my jam

Yo, I done been in a lot of street fights
Got a hood stripes but I ain't immune to pain
Whether you are seventeen, black or white
Gay, straight or a lesbian

We all go through the same thing on one level or another
You never had a dad, had a part time mother
Had a good girl but she was too gutter
Mommie got a man now but you still love her

Some things just fall apart
Like some words break your heart
Even if you don't admit it sometimes in the back of your mind
You really want to fall down and cry and never get up

But you gotta get up 'cos you gotta pay bills
Even though you feel like a loser
But you ain't a loser
You God's child and can't nothin' move ya

When my song comes on the radio
I forget all of my troubles
For one moment I'm not there at all
No matter where in my life I am, that's my jam
That's my jam

When my song comes on the radio
I forget all of my troubles
Oh, no matter where in my life I am, that's my jam

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52 - For The Ladies - Lyrics - Behind The Music - Kj

Title: 52 - For The Ladies
Album: Behind The Music
Artist: Kj
Composer(s): Jonah Sorrentino

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Lyric:
This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is dedicated now to every single girl

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is for the ladies

Alright, I don't care I wanna say this on the mic
Right now right here in the place it's ladies night
I know I might just sound crazy right
There's some things that's goin' down and it's time to make it right

The world will tell you you gotta be a certain type
Look a certain way and just be a certain size
Do what they say and it'll just be alright
Girl, the only thing you gotta be doin' is servin' Christ

Six years ago I was blessed with a wife
She was sweet and lovely and beautiful and nice
But the one thing that just made her my type
Was the fact that Christ was number one up in her life

So take my advice forget them Hollywood stars
And them Hollywood hair and them Hollywood cars
Next time you thinkin' that you ain't up to par
Remember God made you beautiful just the way you are

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is dedicated now to every single girl

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is for the ladies

Sick of BET, sick of MTV
I'm sick of the sex that they always used to selling me
I'm sick of the messed up images they showin' me
I'm sick and tired of the messes that they say to me

That women are nothing more than sexual property
It's time we come back to treatin' women properly
So what I gotta say, I'll say it real loudly
We oughta be treatin' all women like royalty

Only God should be speakin' what you gotta be
Only God can give you the love you gonna need
Ladies, if a guy won't treat you as you ought to be
Tell him goodbye, show him the door and where to leave

Don't be afraid just to tell a guy to wait for me
Don't be ashamed just to live your life in purity
See what I say, I just say it now with certainty
That God has so much more if you'll wait and see

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is dedicated now to every single girl

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is for the ladies

On a final note I wanna dedicate this song
To all the Godly women that just keep on seeking God
Just keep on movin' and continue standin' strong
Keep doin what you doin', girl, you got it goin' on

And the single moms that's just barely holdin' on
And you're workin' two jobs tryin' to make it on your own
No one is home 'cause the kid's dad is gone
God promises to never ever leave you alone

The final thing that I'll say then I'm gone
To the female singers tryin' to get their pose on
Now I ain't tryin' to be a hata but wrong is just wrong
Now Britney and J-Lo, please put some clothes on

Whether y'all are red-headed or just a blond
Make sure that the Son is the one you focus on
And with that said, I'm gonna say so long
So get your hand up in the air, ladies and sing along

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is dedicated now to every single girl

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is for the ladies

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Just A Moment - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: Just A Moment
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Nile Rodgers, Nasir Jones, Bernard Edwards, Leshan Lewis, Clifford Ferquan Peacock

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Lyric:
Can we please have a moment of silence?
That's for my niggaz doin' years in confinement
And for my soldiers that passed over, no longer living
That couldn't run whenever the reaper came to get 'em

Can we please pour out some liquor?
Symobolizin', let's take in time to consider that
Though our thugs ain't here, the love is here
And we gon' rep 'til slugs kill us here

This for my dawgs stuck in the struggle tryin' to gain
Smokin' trauma, sniffin' Ra while sellin' cocaine
Trapped in the game, not knowin' how to stop and get by
To live it alive, so instead they live it to die

And can we please have a moment of peace?
For every G that fell for his flag in the streets
Bloodin' and thuggin', folkin' and lokin' crypin' and creepin'
Latin and kingin' or just for poor righteous teachin'

As days goes and nights fall
For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all
And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
While wishin' y'all were home

As days goes and nights fall
For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all
And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
While wishin' y'all were home

Yeah, and can we have another moment of silence?
For brothers who died from black-on-black violence
From here to the dark continent were rebels sell diamonds
To clients all through the world, got little black girls dyin'

And can we please pour some more liquors?
For Will, Bokeem, Bar, Pappy, my niggaz
Here's another warrior song from Nasty and Quan
It's to him I pass the baton to carry this on

Street's disciple
Salute to those who gone with bullets
And I promise through rhymin' Quan
Gon' rep his life to the fullest

And can we please have a moment of truth?
For soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots
And families back home who pray they make it home safe
Hopin' that they don't get hit with a stray or missiles

This is just a moment to let you all know
That we miss you
Mommy I'm still here, wishin' I was there with you
Let's take 'em home

As days goes and nights fall
For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all
And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
While wishin' y'all were home

As days goes and nights fall
For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all
And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
While wishin' y'all were home

And can we please have a moment to mourn?
For Pac, Biggie and Pun 'cause through us they live on
Jam Master Jay, Feaky Ty and Alliyah
Big L and Left Eye, when we die we wish to see ya

Can we please have a moment for children?
Who got raped or murdered, or trapped in the system
Who never knew their father, never learned to dream
But was guided by drug dealers, killers and crack fiends

For single mothers that's forced to play mom and dad
Bustin' her ass to give her kids shit she never had
For my niggaz in the pen hopin' rhymes'll get 'em signed
So when released, they can say bye to a life of crime

For every mother that held a son in the street bleedin'
Cryin' the song of sorrow to dark and deep for speakin'
Just a moment outside the day to day struggle
To let the ones we really care about know that we love 'em

As days goes and nights fall
For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all
And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
While wishin' y'all were home

As days goes and nights fall
For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all
And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
While wishin' y'all were home

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The Riddle - Lyrics - Two Lights - Five For Fighting

Title: The Riddle
Album: Two Lights
Artist: Five For Fighting
Composer(s): John Ondrasik

Lyric:
There was a man back in '95
Whose heart ran out of summers
But before he died, I asked him
?Wait, what's the sense in life?
Come over me, Come over me?

He said, "Son why you got to sing that tune?
Catch a Dylan song or some eclipse of the moon?
Let an angel swing and make you swoon
Then you will see, you will see"

Then he said, "Here's a riddle for you
Find the answer: There's a reason for the world
You and I"

Picked up my kid from school today
Did you learn anything? ?Cause in the world today
You can't live in a castle far away
Now talk to me, come talk to me

He said, "Dad I'm big, but we're smaller than small
In the scheme of things, well we're nothing at all
Still every mother's child sings a lonely song
So play with me, come play with me"

?And hey Dad, here's a riddle for you
Find the answer: There's a reason for the world
You and I?

I said, "Son for all I've told you
When you get right down to the
Reason for the world who am I?"

There are secrets that we still have left to find
There have been mysteries from the beginning of time
There are answers we're not wise enough to see
He said, ?You looking for a clue? I love you free?

The batter swings and the summer flies
As I look into my angel's eyes
A song plays on while the moon is hiding over me
Something comes over me

I guess we're big and I guess we're small
If you think about it man you know we got it all
'Cause we're all we got on this bouncing ball
And I love you free, I love you freely

Here's a riddle for you
Find the answer: There's a reason for the world
You and I

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Guess Who? - Lyrics - Soul Food - Goodie Mob

Title: Guess Who?
Album: Soul Food
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Willie Knighton, Raymon Murray, Robert Barnett, Patrick Brown, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
You 'bout to make me slam yo' back clean out
But I love her till death do us part
Though she divorced my pop the hard
Way back in nineteen "Yassey" for the past sixteen years
I took on the responsibility of daddy

Ma ol' burd, puttin' a real buzz in my ear, makin' sho' it marinate
And not go out the other ear
Guess who? Stood beside me when y'all wouldn't force fed
When I couldn't lift a spoon to my skull
God is good, God is kind mimmicin' her taught me how to say mine

Grace improvised wit bakin' soda when it wasn't no toothpaste
Now what that went with? My ol' burd cried tears of joy
When she heard I wasn't gon' serve time for possession
Of the "Sawed off" runnin' out of spurs

When I came home blowed and couldn't find the key hole
Guess who, unlocked the doors, my ol' burd puttin' my hairs out?
I better eat before you bug me to death
Shut-up you old ungrateful ass nigga, she tryin' to help yo' ass
I wasn't ready to eat yet but I enjoyed the dinner she said, "I'm glad"

Slid down my esophagus wit ease
Even though she have this skin' disease
That won't allow me to gain weight do my own eyes deceive me
Guess who tuck me in before I started drivin' this Benz?

Again and again, told me not to and when I did
Guess who beat the dog shit outta me kid
My Moma didn't play, shit, I had to pick the switches
You guess who?

My Moma, destination unknown, went out on her own
She was barely even grown and became my Moma
I never knew my dad, so even when the times got bad
I was glad 'cause I had my Moma

For so long she had to be strong
I know at certain times she was wrong
But she still my Moma, it still amazes me
The Lord had to help her raise me judgin' from the way I used to be

My Moma, the biggest player that I know I love her so
Hell everythin' I got I owe to my Moma
Thank you for carin', thank you for sharin' yo' love
I guess that was yo' way of preparin'
Yo' son to be the one and not the two
To make you and my daddy's dream come true

But what a surprise a car wreck left you paralyzed
The sheet was pulled over yo' eyes when the doctor advised
The family that you might not ever talk again
But you talkin' so I know that you gon' walk again
But take yo time, guess who's the inspiration for the rhyme
My Moma

Who was tha first to hold you in some arms
Tha first to change your diaper when your stomach wasn't calm
Your Moma, wit that drama brought you into this world
From a world of down under

I wonder now she know when I was lyin', when I was tellin' the truth
With the proof she would explain' how I've been skippin' school
With that boys puttin' holes on my back with the same belt
Around my waist that held my pants up

Takin' back only got you closer to Southern Bell
Got your forehead swell
I swear she knew when it was real or when it was fake like Clampetts
With dreads and if I couldn't handle a situation then I fled

Behind closed doors I froze, in Garnett holes I rose
Who that hell got my bond
Standin' in front of that two-inch glass
A woman ready to hand the cash over for her son
My Mama

Sometimes we get it on, I know at times I'm wrong
Lookin' into my eyes just to let me know she tried is enough for me
I'm callin' a truce it seems we more like brother and sister
Even though she pay the bills wit the mister

Brought me home in '72 and gave me all she had
'Cause I was left at birth she knew it could work
Since she gave me the first chance my song and dance
Pearl, my world, what would I do without her spark

Probably be on the street wit nothin' to eat but I got a happy home
Ever since my first day it's heaven sent now I know
What it's meant when I say
I appreciate what you've done and what you do your only son
Guess who?

The only one that cares for real and really understands how I feel
Help me over come my fears and never left me through the years
So I dedicate this song for you, for all that you brought me through
I know there will never be another that will love me like my mother

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Don'T Cry - Lyrics - Untold Story - Game

Title: Don'T Cry
Album: Untold Story
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Tom, Sean Montel Smith, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Amayah wake up baby
I know you're sleepin', but daddy's home now
Pictures gettin' old, my lil' girl lookin' grown now
Your mom's said you're talkin' on your own, walkin' on your own now
Run across the kitchen floor in them baby drawers

I sent you from off tour and I miss you when I was tourin'
Smilin' at them baby pictures, so happy, tears pourin'
God, how can somethin' so beautiful come from me?
After the gunshots, thought you was done with me

But I know, I'm livin' now, why you made me put the guns down?
Pick up the mic, start rappin' for a living now
My sun, my moon, my stars, my earth
My wind, my fire, my life, my baby

Tryin' to make your moms life ya must be crazy, fussin' and fightin'
I know she love me 'cause you looks just like me
Day you came into this world, I was so excited
Eleven twenty one, double zero, my baby girl is here

Yo, yo, you see this rap shit, I do it for you
And the first time I heard your voice
I prayed to God it had to be true
Got a son now, cuttin' the game, stoppin' the bullshit
Remember

Yo, yo, you see this rap shit, I do it for you
And the first time I heard your voice
I prayed to God it had to be true
Got a son now, cuttin' the game, stoppin' the bullshit
The bullshit

Yo, yo, you see this rap shit, I do it for you
And the first time I heard your voice
I prayed to God it had to be true
Got a son now, cuttin' the game, stoppin' the bullshit

Remember eyein' your enemy, can you pull quick
Dipped out Cali, came back, snatched my son
My girl moms and I moved out Maui
Yeah, your pop's gone bananas, seen wild went hard
Bigger house, wider yard, nappy with the crash bar

Off that hersh', shit you stupid, you ain't no dad nigga
Takin' your black ass to court for all you have nigga
You see me and your moms, that's another topic
Ain't no whip in this world with a price you can't cop it

Press rewind, you didn't hear me right
It's a lesson to the song, I'm tryin' to steer you right
Just remember your father taught you to go home
Never sing that sad song, don't cry

Just remember your father taught you to go home
Never sing that sad song, don't cry
Just remember your father taught you to go home
Never sing that sad song, don't cry

Huh, daddy ain't gon' preach to you
I'ma let your moms school you
Don't let the streets fool you
Streets'll do you, that's why I'm talkin' to you

Yeah, you see these niggaz out here
Have you stressin' by the hour
Never turn your back
On your foes them dudes cowards

Some days sweet, and some sour
But we gon' make it together
The world is ours, and you're my flower
If it's ice, you can get that model chicks hit
Never stress about the downfalls, just 'bout the get back

And I ain't sayin' sex is wrong
Just make sure he strap a condom on
And never, ever do it in your mother's home

Yeah, never call a girl a bitch
Show respect, son, pop ya collar
Ain't nothin' free, scrape and lock every dollar

And I will leave you with this
My lil' angel, daddy loves you
How I'd die for you, cry for you, ride for you
Yeah, switchin' handles like you breakin' a zone
Candy paint impala on the golden bridge, bouncin' on chrome

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Evil Deeds - Lyrics - Encore - Eminem

Title: Evil Deeds
Album: Encore
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mark Batson, Marshall Mathers, Michael Elizondo, Andre Young, Che Pope

Lyric:
Lord please forgive me for what I do
For I know not what I?ve done

Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do
I just never had the chance to ever meet you
Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be
My mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds

Mama had a baby and its head popped off
Head popped off, head popped off
Head popped off, head popped off, head popped off
But mama don't want me
The next thing I know I'm gettin' dropped off
Gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off
Gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off

Ring, ring, ring on the doorbell
Of the next door neighbors on their front porch
Their front porch, their front porch
Their front porch, their front porch
But they didn't want me neither
So they left me on someone else's lawn
Else's lawn, else's lawn, else's lawn

Till somebody finally took me in
My Great Aunt and Uncle Edna and Charles
Edna and Charles, Edna and Charles
Edna and Charles, Edna and Charles
They were the ones who were left in charge
My elementary they'd gang up on me and sing this song
Sing this song, sing this song
Sing this song, sing this song

It went a little something like
Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb
Debbie had a Satan spawn, Satan spawn
Mama, why do they keep saying this?
I just don't understand, understand
And by the way where's my dad?

Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do
I just never had the chance to ever meet you
Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be
My mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds

Predominately, predominately
Everything's always predominately
Predominately white, predominately black
Well, what about me? Where does that leave me?
Well, I guess that I'm between predominately both of 'em
I think if I hear that fuckin' word again I'ma scream

While I'm projectile vomiting
What do I look like a comedian to you?
Do you think that I'm kidding?
What do I look like some kinda idi?
Wait a minute, shit, don't answer that
Why am I so misunderstood?
Why do I go through so much bullshit?
It's such bullshit it's touch this bitch

Woe is me, there goes poor Marshall again
Whining about his millions and his mansion
And his sorrow he's always drowning in
And the dad that he never had
And how his childhood was so bad
And how his mom was a dope addict
And his ex-wife how they go at it

Man, I'd hate to have it as bad as that Mr. Mathers
Claims he had it, I can't imagine it
That little rich poor white bastard
Needs to take some of that cash out of the bank
And take a bath in it
Man, if I only had half of it, shit
If you only knew the half of it

Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do
I just never had the chance to ever meet you
Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be
My mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds

Evil deeds, while I plant these evil seeds
Please release me from these demons
I never had any of this shit planned
Mom, please believe
I don't wanna be Santa's spawn
Never got the chance to say I'm sorry
Now look at all the pain I caused

Dear Santa Claus, why are you not coming this year again?
What did I do that was so bad to deserved this?
Everything could have been so perfect
But life ain't a fairy tale
I'm about to be hosted up in the air
Forty feet below me there's people everywhere
I don't even know but who feel like they know me
'Cause I'm in this ferris wheel

And all I wanna do is go to the mall
And take Halie on the carousel
Without this crowd everywhere I go
But life is like a merry-go-round
Here we go now, do-si-do now
Curtains up the show must go now
Ring-around-the-rosy the show's over
You can all go home now

But the curtains just don't close for me
This ain't how fame was suppose to be
Where's the switch I can just turn off and on?
This ain't what I chose to be
So please God give me the strength
To have what it takes to carry on
Till I pass 50 back the baton
The camera's on, my soul is gone

Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do
I just never had the chance to ever meet you
Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be
My mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds

Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do
I just never had the chance to ever meet you
Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be
My mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds

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Still Got Love For You - Lyrics - Beanie Sigel

Title: Still Got Love For You
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Justin Gregory Smith, Shawn Carter, Isaac Hayes, Dwight Grant, Gerrill Gaddiss

Lyric:
For the record y'all, uh, huh
I know you hear me
For the record y'all

Dynasty, album, track sixteen, listeners fret
I can't take back that sixteen
The truth spoke, I gotta give the world true quotes
Can you feel it? I know the truth hurts
They say, "How can he disrespect his pop with harsh curses?"
Simple, harsh life, harsh verses

"I can't believe the mouth of this", he said, "Put his mouth on his"
I know we gotta talk bout that, I know you salt bout that
You on the tip like I don't like you
I got four kids, three baby mothers, I'm just like you
Sometimes I wanted to just fight you, shit
Swing on you, think I'm playin' man, I'm just like you

I was a kid with a puzzle with missing pieces
Tryin' to put it together, Dawg, you put it together
You made me have to foot through the weather
In the storm with no raincoat, I don't only speak on me
I speak upon the kids in the same boat
Ridi' the same water, same situation', same fatherless daughter

I hate you, that's in your mind, don't get caught up in the rhyme
You think I dissed you now, that I don't miss you now
Don't be a hater now, be glad I made it now
I know, I probably rubbed you the wrong way
But what the song say, for the record, check it

Still got love for you, though you left me in the cold
To face this world alone and make it on my own
I still got love for you but I just can't fight the pain
It's so hard not to hate, you grow up in a way

Listen, that was my hurt in my heart talkin', along with the truth
I would thirst often as a youth 'cause of you the person
Moms nursin' self esteem issues
Round the house it's hard to find a clean tissue, minus her tears
To rewind this time, I promise I minused my years
To the day to take the pain away
Seemed sunny outside, always rained on Jay

Pop you my umbrella, come help your son with the weather
Soon we come together like man and man and build
Play space, cards face up, I've come to deal
In order to get right we gotta deal with this wrong
And the pain I felt all my life you feel in the song
Your lack of warmth left a chill in the morn'
Your lack of love, left me loveless and I'm of your breath

I'm your mind body and soul, your heart, your flesh
Your alcohol, your smoke, in results I'm a mess
Dad, still I love you no less Dad
Hope you didn't think success would make me less mad
But not mad, just dissapointed we wasted years
I swear to God, may You take me away from here
If you taught me anything

The one thing you taught me is to face my fears, coward
How could you let me grow without you?
Grind in this rap game, take dough without you?
Wear my Pro Keds close to the sole, without you?
Family pictures pose without you, why? Why shouldn't I be mad?

Monster's parents seperated, Monster had his dad
These parents had they problems, he still came to the pad
He bought 'em new bikes, imagine what that felt like
Used to have to butt my head to go to sleep at night
You did me wrong but the love is strong, let's move on

Still got love for you, though you left me in the cold
To face this world alone and make it on my own
I still got love for you but I just can't fight the pain
It's so hard not to hate, you grow up in a way

Still got love for you, though you left me in the cold
To face this world alone and make it on my own
I still got love for you but I just can't fight the pain
It's so hard not to hate, you grow up in a way

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Stock In The Game - Lyrics - Freddie Foxxx

Title: Stock In The Game
Artist: Freddie Foxxx
Composer(s): Alan Maman, Freddie Foxxx

Lyric:
Hi, I'm Jona, Freddie Foxxx is my dad
And I wanna say that all you rappers are wack
Wordup, baby, yeah, you ready?
It's Bumpy Knuckles, baby, we tear this motherfucker down

Welcome to the underground where hardcore niggas are found
We're beatin' niggas down, make you world renown
Where street beef set off once never forgiven
Where real niggas never give up, we fugitivin' that's how we be livin'

Where niggas vibe on the raw shit
Come out, your face fucked up and get your jaw split
We will pick your teeth up and put 'em on a string like bones
And send your punk ass home alone

I got stock in this microphone, you innuendos
And get you beat the fuck up and played like Nintendo
Maybe smoke like the hydro, endo, you niggas is hookers
I hit you with the four pound tuckers

Have you ever seen a rap stampede?
We'll bring 'em underground and I'll run 'em down
You know my reputation
My voice over disco beats is violation

New York walk, New York talk
And when I blow you niggas dime, I use my own chalk
So watch what the fuck you say and what you do
For real, niggas bring it to you and your whole crew
Bring in, baby, you ready?

I got stock in this game
Got a bad reputation for bringin' the glock to the game
You know my name, so if you ever come across me wrong
Just remember the words to this song

I be hearin' mad MCs, I study your rhymes
And I noticed that you niggas is just wastin' time
I don't take it to wack niggas, they self-destruct
I take it to nice niggas and fuck them up

So the fact that you be shinin' makes it even better for me
That just leaves more cheddar for me
I keep it blacker than Cadillacs in '69
Total eclipse your record and stole your shine

Sixteen bars of homemade moonshine rhyme
And I still had you motherfuckers payin' me mine
What's up? Watch me snatch a hundred grand on you niggas
No tax while you loudmouth braggin' ass niggas fake jacks

I'm nice with my mothafuckin' hands
And I bust my heats, Freddie Foxxx, celebrity box out the beats
My flow is so cold, start a rainy day snowin'
My voice fertilize, your thoughts to start growin'

It's Bumpy Knuckles and raw niggas incorporated
The real niggas love it, the fake niggas hate it
You motherfuckers ready for this? Check it out, here we go

I got stock in this game
Got a bad reputation for bringin' the glock to the game
You know my name, so if you ever come across me wrong
Just remember the words to this song

I got stock in the game
Got a bad reputation for bringin' the glock to the game
You know my name, so if you ever come across me wrong
Just remember the words to this song

I go one, two, three, four, five, I make it live
Simple ass shit like that be soundin' wack
But when I spit the lyrical terror that makes niggas hide they jewels
Wild niggas start cockin' they tools

I got my ethics from the older school
If you wack then I spit it
Somethin' to steal, I come get it
If Freddie Foxxx want beef, niggas ain't with it
Some niggas wanna try my style but can't fit it

I be hearin' niggas that sound like me
But ain't never ever really put it down like me
Plus them niggas ain't really underground like me
Street reputation, love town to town like me

You bitch ass motherfuckers
I squared off in the mainstream world actin' like a mothafuckin' girls
I wet you like a jheri curl and you'll explode like uranium
The only thing you'll have to fall back on is your cranium

You soft niggas could never be iller than the hole maker
Hole filler, Bumpy Knucks keep it realer, the blood spiller
Don't fuck with a mothafuckin' killer, turn it up

I got stock in this game
Got a bad reputation for bringin' the glock to the game
You know my name, so if you ever come across me wrong
Just remember the words to this song

I got stock in this game
Got a bad reputation for bringin' the glock to the game
You know my name, so if you ever come across me wrong
Then all you motherfuckers will be gone, word 'em up

Now, check it out, all you motherfuckers better know
Baby, it's Bumpy Knuckles and I never die
If half you niggas was really as you say you was
We wouldn't have had no wars between the Coast
But you niggas is bitches

'Cause when they did it to us we never did it to them
So I'd do it to every motherfuckin' body, baby
The lone soldier, Bumpy Knuckles, motherfucker
You better watch your back, nigga, kill me

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Mama Sang A Song - Lyrics - Bill Anderson

Title: Mama Sang A Song
Artist: Bill Anderson
Composer(s): Bill Anderson

Lyric:
God put a song in the heart of an angel
And softly she sang it to me
I get to thinking lots of times about
Back when I was a lad

Of the old home place where I grew up
Of the days both good and bad
My overalls were hand-me-downs
My shoes were full of holes

I used to walk four miles to school every day
Through the rain, the sleet and the cold
I've seen the nights when my daddy would cry
For the things that his family would need

But all he ever got was a badland farm
And seven hungry mouths to feed
And yet and yet our home fire never flickered once
'Cause when all these things went wrong

Mama took the hymn book down
And Mama sang a song
(What a friend we have in Jesus)

I've been rocked to sleep many a night
To the tune of, 'What a friend'
And come morning 'Rock of ages'
Would wake me gently once again

And when Daddy would reach up
And he'd take the Bible down
And he'd read it, read it loud and long
And I always felt that maybe our house was blessed
When Daddy would say Mama sing a song

Sister left home first, I guess and then Bob
And then Tommy and then Dan
By then Dad's hair was turning white
And I had to be Mama's little man

But it seemed that as Daddy's back grew weak
My mother's faith just grew strong
And those were the greatest days
Of all when Mama sang a song
(Rock of ages cleft for me let me hide myself in Thee)

I guess the house is still standing
I don't get to go back much anymore
No voice is left to fill those halls
And no steps to grace the floor

For you see my mother sings in Heaven
Now around God's golden throne
But I'll always believe
That this world is a better place

Because one time my mama sang a song
(Precious memories flood my soul)

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Write Me A Song - Lyrics - Far From Over - Edwin Mccain

Title: Write Me A Song
Album: Far From Over
Artist: Edwin Mccain
Composer(s): Edwin Mc Cain

Lyric:
Kelly is raising her son
His dad left just after the birth
Now she's living on child support checks
I guess that's all that man was worth

She said, "I just need a man who will love me
But they all just want one night of sin"
I know our life could be better
I just don't know where I should begin

She said write me a song
One that makes all the girls cry
And the old women swoon at the sound of my tune
And the hearts of the lonely will fly, yeah, they'll fly

Beth she sings straight from her heart
She's hidden her tracks very well
But these days she's falling apart
And it makes me feel just like hell

She says, "Boy, you can't imagine my life
The death and the drugs and the pain
And though I keep running
I just can't seem to break from these chains"

She said, "Write me a song
Fill it all up with words
Like brilliant and heavenly make it sound just like me
Just like the first time I love you was heard

And now write me a song
One that makes all the girls cry
And the old women swoon at the sound of my tune
And the hearts of the lonely will fly

We're all feeding our lonely
Like it might go away
The doors of heaven swing wide
If we just find the right words to say

She said, "Write me a song
Fill it all up with words
Like brilliant and heavenly make it sound just like me
Just like the first time I love you was heard

And now write me a song
One that makes all the girls cry
And the old women swoon at the sound of my tune
And the hearts of the lonely will fly, yeah, fly

She said write me a song
(Write me a song)
She said write me a song
(Write me a song)
She said write me a song
(Write me a song)
She said write me a song
(Write me a song)

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Thanks For The G Chord - Lyrics - John Michael Montgomery

Title: Thanks For The G Chord
Artist: John Michael Montgomery
Composer(s): Mark Narmore, Byron Hill

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Lyric:
It sure is nice, sittin' on this porch
Pickin' these old time songs
No matter how far I get from here
This place still feels like home

Remember all those summer nights
We'd talk about life and such
Well Dad, I've come to realize
I haven't said enough

But thanks for the G chord
Teachin' me about the good Lord
Givin' me that old Ford
When I turned sixteen

Thanks for hangin' in there
When I was goin' nowhere
Thanks for never changin'
That lock on the front door
Thanks for the G chord

That old flat top Martin, you gave me back then
You know I've still got it now
I keep it locked up in that same ol' case
You used to tote around

Sometimes when the crowd is quiet
I'll bring it out again
And play the first song you taught me
Back when I was ten

Thanks for the G chord
Teachin' me about the good Lord
Givin' me that old Ford
When I turned sixteen

Thanks for hangin' in there
When I was goin' nowhere
Thanks for never changin'
That lock on the front door
Thanks for the G chord

Thanks for hangin' in there
When I was goin' nowhere
Thanks for never changin'
That lock on the front door
Thanks for the G chord

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Show Me What You Got - Lyrics - Significant Other - Limp Bizkit

Title: Show Me What You Got
Album: Significant Other
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): Fred Durst, John Otto, Wes Borland, Leor Dimant, Sam Rivers

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Lyric:
Keepin' it real world wide baby
Limp Bizkits in the house so bring it on
I'd like to dedicate this song to you
For makin' my dreams come true for the millinum
Are you ready? Then get the fuck up

Where you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville
Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee and Lewiston Maine?
Where you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale
Portland, Orlando, Chicago and Frisco?
I left my heart in Austin with Mary Campbell
Got lost in Boston lookin' for the tea party
Met a child molester in Worcester
I need a Kleenex every time I'm leavin' Phoenix
I get silly when I play in Philly
Limp Bizkit committee down in Kansas City

Never know what I'm in for when I'm play in Denver
Hard rock don't stop down in Vegas
In Cincinnati the girls call me Daddy
And I probably aint leavin' the next time I'm in Cleveland
Found my lucky coin in Des Moine
And spit on a boy named Tina in Pasadena
We got the swing from New Orleans, Ft Worth and Dallas
We toast when we're tippin' up the Challis Tulsa, St. Louis, Sacto
Mesa Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton
Detroit, Omaha, New York, LA

What can I say, I cant name'm all
So somebody, anybody, everybody
Get the fuck up
Show me what you got?
Show me what you got?
Hey ladies
Who's hot, who's not?
Who? Who?
Who's hot, who's not?

I can't help but believe in these friends
These bands, these stories and the places that I've been
I thank God, mom and dad, Adriana for the love I feel inside
Jordan, my phat ass band without 'em I'd be nothin'
But a pumpkin shoved inside a can
Without the fans there wouldn't be no show
And if that was really so then life would really blow
To the firm you always got my back
Korn for the love and the swappin' of the tracks

My brother Cory D, my man Terry Date
We brought it to the plate and you made it sound great
Scott Weiland the melody man if you can't sing it nobody can
Wu-Tang Clan skills from the method
The worlds best MC kills on this record
Slim shady crazy ass cracker, Staind a brand new drug for your brain
Les Claypool, for actin' like a fool
And all of the bands for the demos that were cool
I'm so grateful for this life of mine
The ones I didn't thank I will some other time

Now I just want somebody anybody, everybody
Get the fuck up
Show me what you got?
Show me what you got?
Hey ladies
Who's hot, who's not?
Who? Who?
Who's hot, who's not?
Who's hot, baby? Who's hot?

Alito, I like that big, bring in, bring in
I've been around this world and then some
Dum ditty dum kid where you comin' from?
I went from the garage to steppin' on these stages
Outrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagious
An MC with bad habits I am, I see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it?
Comin' raw with no corrections savin' all perfections
For what I do with my erections so dream on

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Mama Sang A Song - Lyrics - Jimmy Dean

Title: Mama Sang A Song
Artist: Jimmy Dean
Composer(s): Bill Anderson

Lyric:
God put a song in the heart of an angel
And softly she sang it to me

I get to thinkin' lotta times
About back when I was a lad
The old homeplace where I grew up
And of the days both good and bad

My overalls were hand-me-downs
And my shoes full of holes
But I used to walk four miles to school every day
Through the rain, the sleet and the cold

I've seen the nights when my daddy would cry
For the things that his family would need
But all he ever got was a badland farm
And seven hungry mouths to feed

And yet and yet our homefire never flickered once
'Cause when all the things went wrong
Mama took the hymn book down
And mama sang a song
(What a friend we have in Jesus)

Yeah, I've been rocked to sleep many a night
To the tune of 'What a Friend'
And come morning 'Rock of Ages'
It gently wake me once again

Then daddy'd reach up and take the Bible down
And he'd read it, oh, he read it loud and strong
And I always felt that maybe our home was blessed
When daddy would say "Mama sing a song"

Sister left home first I guess
And then Bob and Tommy then Dan
By then my dad's hair was turning white
And I had to be mama's little man

But when my daddy's back grew weak
It seem my mother's faith grew strong
And those were the greatest days of all
When mama sang a song
(Rock of ages cleft for me, let me hide myself in Thee)

I guess the old house is still standin'
I don't get back [Incomprehensible] much anymore
No voice is left to fill those halls
And no steps to grace the floor

You see mom sings in heaven now
Around God's golden throne
But I'll always believe that
This old world is a better place
Because one time my mama sang a song
(Precious memories flood my soul)

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Where Da At? - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Where Da At?
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Jevor Campbell, Christopher Dorsey, James Jr. Maddox, Michael Antoine Crooms

Lyric:
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?
(You scared)
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?

Yeah
(Uhh, deez niggaz scarred)
What's up ladies and gentlemen?
(Deez bitch niggaz scared)
Boys and girls
(It's lil B. Gizzle, Homebwoi)
Collipark music
(Collipark, Chopper City)

And I'm so sick and tired of bein', sick and tired of bein'
Sick and tired of bein', sick and muh'fuckin' tired
All these pussy-ass niggaz
(I see they heart beatin')
I see it
(I know what's happenin' with 'em)
(We gon' do it like this-sheah)
C'mon

What's your heart beatin' for, ha?
(You scared)
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?

Where da at? In the club, where da at? Showin' love
Where da at? In the drop ridin' twenty-deuce dubs
Where da at? In the street, where da at? With the beat
Where da at? With da bitch still talkin' 'bout me

Where da at? In the back, where da at? In the 'llac
Where da at? In the hood still gettin' they ass jacked
Where da at? Gettin' 2-way, where da at? In the who-ay
Where da at? Talkin' bad but it's still all goo-ey

Man, I'm rollin' with the gangsters, kick it with the G's
Hustle with the hustlers I'm the heart of the streetz
Grind with the ballers, ball with the grinders
Keep it real with my clique so my whole team shiners

Ride with the riders, swim with the sharks
If I get caught I got nuttin' to say to the law
I'm built to last, ever since them niggaz killed my dad
Crackin' a pen and pad is all I had

It's get it how you live with me
Busters don't know how to deal with me, it's all real with me
All the street niggaz scared of me
All the hot girls love me they say, "Boy put that drill in me"

I come through, limo tint on the truck
I got a whole block spooked when I ride slow, puttin' it up
Got straight, Seagram's gin in my cup
I ain't gon' do ya nuttin scary-ass nigga, what'cha heart beatin' for?

What's your heart beatin' for?
(You scared)
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?

Where da at? In the club, where da at? Showin' love
Where da at? In the drop ridin' twenty-deuce dubs
Where da at? In the street, where da at? With the beat
Where da at? With da bitch still talkin' 'bout me

Where da at? In the back, where da at? In the 'llac
Where da at? In the hood still gettin' they ass jacked
Where da at? Gettin' 2-way, where da at? In the who-ay
Where da at? Talkin' bad but it's still all goo-ey

I'm in the club, post up, way in the back
Got a bottle of gin and I snuck in with the mac
Got my fresh bows on, breeze on my feet
Hoes love when I'm thuggin' in my fresh white tee

I'm 'bout whatever, Gizzle is a G
We could do it however, it don't matter to me
We can do it right here, we can take it outside
I'm young, but believe, I been 'bout mine

I just ride when it's time to ride
I grind when it's time to grind, slangin' hot when it's time to bust
Slangin' dick when it's time to fuck
I'm a Chopper City nigga, don't try your luck

You want beef? I ain't scared, nigga I'm everywhere
You don't be where you say you be, you're never there
You actin' like you 'bout it, bitch nigga you scared
I see your heart beatin', so busta break bread

What's your heart beatin' for?
(You scared)
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?

Where da at? In the club, where da at? Showin' love
Where da at? In the drop ridin' twenty-deuce dubs
Where da at? In the street, where da at? With the beat
Where da at? With da bitch still talkin' 'bout me

Where da at? In the back, where da at? In the 'llac
Where da at? In the hood still gettin' they ass jacked
Where da at? Gettin' 2-way, where da at? In the who-ay
Where da at? Talkin' bad but it's still all goo-ey

Niggaz caught in the zone, they better watch it when I'm cockin' my chrome
'Cause at clubs, yeah I slip one in your dome, you better leave me alone
I ain't no bitch, I don't talk shit on the phone
I got somethin' that just might follow you home, now ain't I dead-ass wrong

How could you react, if your brains are blown
I guess that fat bitch is singin' her song, that bitch is singin' her song
You busted wide, little boys ain't grown
Your mouth is heavy but your back ain't strong, and once again it's on

You must be smokin' on that Cheech and Chong
Think you can handle with somethin' this wrong
With somethin' this wrong
Just write it in blood, or carve it in stone
Otherwise you don't want no problems with homes
Don't want no problems with homes

You can't get rid of me, not even penitentiary
A friend of me, you need to be, I'm hotter than humidity
Without a mask, jack a nigga for his cash
Hot led make a motherfucker heart beat fast

What's your heart beatin' for?
(You scared)
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?

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65 Mustang - Lyrics - Two Lights - Five For Fighting

Title: 65 Mustang
Album: Two Lights
Artist: Five For Fighting
Composer(s): John Ondrasik

Lyric:
She's my time machine
She's my rollin' memory
She's my family
And I love her so

She knows my secrets well
But her back seat won't ever tell
She's no Jezebel, no

My 65 Mustang rides along
Every mile's another song
And what I don't remember, she never forgets
That little girl ain't let me down yet

It all comes back to me
When I turn that horse's key
And I'm 17 or 23, or bringing home my first baby
Like dad did when the 65 was three, yeah

She's been four colors
We've broken forty laws
She goes where she wants
No matter what the cost

No power, nothing here
AC's 2 by 75
Yeah, you got it man
You roll 'em down and drive

My 65 Mustang rides along
Every mile's another song
And what I don't remember, she never forgets
That little girl ain't let me down yet

It all comes back to me
When I turn that horse's key
And I'm 17 or 23, or bringing home my first baby
Like dad did when the 65 was three, yeah

Don't need to play no new CD's
She's enough music for me
I don't need no new AC
'Cause she's cooler than I'll ever be, yeah

My wild Mustang
She's waitin' on me
Ready to take us away
Sail across the sea

And when I'm on her back
I'm the boy each man should be
She's my family tree

My 65 Mustang rides along
Every mile's another song
And what I don't remember, she never forgets
That little girl ain't let me down yet

It all comes back to me
When I turn that horse's key and she roars to me
I'm 23 or bringing home my first baby
Like Dad did when the 65 was three, yeah
Oh, she's my family

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