Song For Whoever - Lyrics - Beautiful South

Title: Song For Whoever
Artist: Beautiful South
Composer(s): Dave Rotheray, Paul Heaton

Lyric:
I love you from the bottom of my pencil case
I love you in the songs, I write and sing
Love you because you put me in my rightful place
And I love the PRS cheques that you bring

Cheap, never cheap
I'll sing you songs till you're asleep
When you've gone upstairs I'll creep
And write it all down, down, down, down

Oh Shirley, oh Deborah, oh Julie, oh Jane
I wrote so many songs about you I forget your name
(I forget your name)
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
(I forget your name)
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
(I forget your name)

I love your from the bottom of my pencil case
I love the way you never ask me why
I love to write about each wrinkle on your face
And I love you till my fountain pen runs dry

Deep so deep the number one I hope to reap
Depends upon the tears you weep, so cry, lovely cry, cry, cry, cry

Oh Cathy, oh Alison, oh Phillipa, oh Sue
You made me so much money I wrote this song for you
(I wrote this song for you)
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
(I wrote this song for you)
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
(For you)

Oh Cathy, oh Alison, oh Phillipa, oh Sue
You made me so much money I wrote this song for you
(I wrote this song for you)
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
(I wrote this song for you)
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
(For you, for you, for you, I wrote this song for you)
(I wrote this song for you)

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Dj Play A Love Song - Lyrics - Unpredictable - Jamie Foxx

Title: Dj Play A Love Song
Album: Unpredictable
Artist: Jamie Foxx
Composer(s): Jamal F Jones, Jason Lamont Perry, Sean Garrett, Carl Terrell Mitchell

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Lyric:
I know you see me lookin' at you
And I know he know you lookin' at me
Well, damn

DJ won't you play this girl a love song?
She really needs to hear this freakin' love song
She's lookin' at me kinda hard, I can tell that things
Ain't right on the home front
What she really needs is a G like me
To beat a beat, beat it, beat it

I can see how you want it, baby
Wish ya man wasn't here with ya, baby
I can see curiosity, gotcha wanna try me
Homeboy, can't please ya
On this wall, in the open baby
You wouldn't care if the crowd was watchin', baby
You want it, I know it
Gotta notion to pull your ass up outta here

DJ won't you play this girl a love song?
She really needs to hear this freakin' love song
She's lookin' at me kinda hard, I can tell that things
Ain't right on the home front
What she really needs is a G like me
To beat a beat, beat it, beat it

DJ won't you play this girl a love song?
She really needs to hear this freakin' love song
She's lookin' at me kinda hard, I can tell that things
Ain't right on the home front
What she really needs is a G like me
To beat a beat, beat it, beat it

Baby, I got things that I wanna say
Won't you meet me in the bathroom?
We can pull a freaky episode
I got my beretta if the nigga come through
Baby, I know he ain't treatin' you right
Lady, look at your bad ass
Turn around, turn around, damn you fine

DJ won't you play this girl a love song?
She really needs to hear this freakin' love song
She's lookin' at me kinda hard, I can tell that things
Ain't right on the home front
What she really needs is a G like me
To beat a beat, beat it, beat it

DJ won't you play this girl a love song?
She really needs to hear this freakin' love song
She's lookin' at me kinda hard, I can tell that things
Ain't right on the home front
What she really needs is a G like me
To beat a beat, beat it, beat it

Tell me why he did you wrong
Need to get up with the Twista after sippin' on Patron
Stroke it when I hold them legs up
He can take you out to dinner and look like a playa
I'm a give it to you good up in the elevator
He be actin' all soft when he get in them draws
I'm a break you off and fuck you up against the wall
Finna move up in that slot 'cuz I'm somethin' he not

And he don't know what he got, I'm in the drop top
To get the twat I got a knot, no more runnin' from the cops
Now I'm rollin' with Foxx because the block's hot
But I'm always a G 'cuz I come from the streets
And I got heat for whoever thinkin' they want some
No more fuckin' with them lames, now you rollin' with a thug
So tell that nigga to beat it, beat it

DJ won't you play this girl a love song?
She really needs to hear this freakin' love song
She's lookin' at me kinda hard, I can tell that things
Ain't right on the home front
What she really needs is a G like me
To beat a beat, beat it, beat it

DJ won't you play this girl a love song?
She really needs to hear this freakin' love song
She's lookin' at me kinda hard, I can tell that things
Ain't right on the home front
What she really needs is a G like me
To beat a beat, beat it, beat it

DJ play this girl a song
Turned her out, damn that clown, ain't been down
DJ play this girl a song, song, song

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Thank You For The Music - Lyrics - The Album - Abba

Title: Thank You For The Music
Album: The Album
Artist: Abba
Composer(s): Benny Goran Br Andersson, Bjoern K. Ulvaeus

Lyric:
I'm nothing special, in fact I'm a bit of a bore
If I tell a joke, you've probably heard it before
But I have a talent a wonderful thing
'Cause everyone listens when I start to sing
I'm so grateful and proud
All I want is to sing it out loud

So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing
Thanks for all the joy they're bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty?
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me

Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk
She says I began to sing long before I could talk
And I've often wondered, how did it all start?
Who found out that nothing can capture a heart
Like a melody can?
Well, whoever it was, I'm a fan

So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing
Thanks for all the joy they're bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty?
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me

I've been so lucky, I am the girl with golden hair
I wanna sing it out to everybody
What a joy, what a life, what a chance

Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing
Thanks for all the joy they're bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty?
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me

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The Same Old Song &Amp; Dance - Lyrics - Frank Sinatra

Title: The Same Old Song &Amp; Dance
Artist: Frank Sinatra
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn, Bobby Worth, Jimmy Van Heusen

Lyric:
It's just the same old song and dance
The same old song and dance
Turns out you never cared at all
Turns out you bounced me like a ball

Whoever thought I'd fall
For the same old song and dance
It's just the same old smooth routine
The same old moonlit scene

Turns out you only used those eyes
Simply to sell me all those lies
I really went king-size
For the same old song and dance

Me with a built-in radar
Me with a cushion hard
Winding up number one
On the all-time loser's chart

I should forget you but I won't
Should hate you but I don't
It didn't turn out like I planned
But if you smiled and waved your hand

I'd go and hire a band
And wait for one more chance
At the same old song and dance

It didn't turn out just like I planned
But if you smiled and waved your lily white hand
I'd go out and hire a band
Then wait for one more chance
At the same old, same old song and dance

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Show Me What You Got - Lyrics - Anarchy - Busta Rhymes

Title: Show Me What You Got
Album: Anarchy
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Laetitia Sadier, J Yancey, Tim Gane, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Hoo yeah it's another one of them marvelous shits
Yeah, flip mode, huh, Busta Rhymes shit, yeah
So remarkable, yeah
As I say it over and over again
From song to song, yeah, so remarkable
Yeah, so remarkable

Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw
Hardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas flat on the floor
We climb into the back of the four
Nonchalant flavor for sure, timbs with a aqua valor
Flavor like you never seen it before, ha, holy, sacred, and pure
Flip mode, be on it for sure, be incredible to settle the score
Like a nigga shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door
From New York, down to Singapore
Keep you niggas jumpin' around, had the bitches beggin' for more
Street niggas, yeah we speak for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store
Metaphor like nuclear war
I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I'll leave a crack in your jaw
Take the livest niggas out on a tour
Make a nigga black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door

All my dogs who hustle everyday
All my dogs who hustle everyday now, yeah
Own a store laundromat around the way
And own a store laundromat around the way now, yeah
We got to get it, yeah
My niggas, all my niggas
Show me what you got for me, what you got for me
All my niggas what you got for me, yeah
All my shorties who stay fresh everyday
All my shorties that stay fresh everyday, yeah
My get money bitches who still hang around the way
All my get money bitches that chill around the way now, yeah
We got to get it, yeah we gotta
My bitches, all my bitches, come on
Tell me what you got for me
What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me

Now, yo, we stay packin' the toast
Could give a fuck, bust at a ghost
And end up on the front of the post
Niggas know that I be rockin' the most
Fuckin' Ethiopian bitches, livin' in the Ivory Coast
Let me drug y'all niggas up wit a dose
Make you act just like you suppose'
Watch a nigga playin' me close
Nowadays type of dough that we gross
I celebrate and throw me a roast
And get an old face for a host
We get it hype even when we be calm
Niggas know my word is my bond
When we come you know we the bomb
Hypnotic shit, get you retarded
Shoulda known it was a bad move
Fuckin' around and gettin' me started
Still whippin' in the back of the truck, so what, not givin' a fuck
In the streets, livin' it up
So what happened to the last nigga bust
Could give a fuck whoever he was
Throw them niggas outta the clubs
Them niggas all, shit turnin' me off
Tie 'em up, makin 'em cough
Gag 'em in the throat wit a cloff
After that we go and wild for the night
Make 'em know the style for the night
Car low, pile for the night
You know we always give y'all niggas a blaze
Black it out and party for days
Let y'all niggas fuck with the strays
Fuckin' dimes at the end of the days
Gettin' money but it's too late
Got a nigga stuck in his ways

All my dogs who hustle everyday
All my dogs who hustle everyday now, yeah
Own a store laundromat around the way
And own a store laundromat around the way now, yeah
We got to get it, yeah
My niggas, all my niggas
Show me what you got for me, what you got for me
All my niggas what you got for me, yeah
All my shorties who stay fresh everyday
All my shorties that stay fresh everyday, yeah
My get money bitches who still hang around the way
All my get money bitches that chill around the way now, yeah
We got to get it, yeah we gotta
My bitches, all my bitches, come on
Tell me what you got for me
What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me
Now tell me

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Real Niggaz - Lyrics - Mobb Deep

Title: Real Niggaz
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Thomas Dolby, Red Spyda, Albert Johnson, Joe Kerr, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

Lyric:
Yeah, y'all know what it is
Infamous has just entered the building
Yeah, yeah, mama
Keep doing that just like that I like that
But you got one problem
You hanging with some real clowns over there
They some real clown killers
Shooting off in the air like that
Aye, yo, son where my real thugs n' them at

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

One hammer, two hammer, three hammers, four
H got drama with you I'm bringin' it to your door
We get money on tours cuffin' them broads
While we sluttin' them all then passin' them off

Peelin' off in that Bentley Coupe
Got ma wettin' them draws
You know I keeps them in that birthday suit
She know once that she up in that ride

And we get pulled, the hammers goin' in between her thighs
Need a chick got to explain a thing
She hip to it the games in her blood
And down for the grind till the death rep MOBB

You a problem with it then you know where to reach me
I give them the business, no mirrors or smoke screens
Either you live it you live it or you just frontin'
This rap shit for life, P thats my CoD
We go back like staircases and OE, stop playin'

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

Nigga you thought wrong, now look at you now
Look like sandwich meat with the ketchup sauce
But you was just hollerin' about
Infamous this infamous that

Your mouth was going off
Meanwhile we counts money piles
Till our fingertips green and them shits is sore
But we prefer plastic now

It's nothin' like when its your tour stackin' cash on the floor
Saran wrap to the top jumpoffs won't fall down
It's not my cash your bitch love, it's how I kill it on the song
And she get a taste of the dick, she open now

It's shiny like a door and I don't pay the bitch no thought
I got alot of gall that's what the bitch haal
While I'm leavin' her sight my heart is real cold, real hard on a hoe
But much much harder for the dough
It be a bloody slaughter when we through

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

So don't get mad 'cuz your hoe probably suckin' the kid
Attracted to the lifestyle of how us gangsters live
Teach her all about life and the bees and birds
And how I shut that shit down when the beef occurs

And how I stick, and I move all you see is a blur
Yo I'm a cool ass dude until you push me sir
And can't nobody squash this beef
You get it on with us then you up shits creek, queens clique

Don't have me puttin' these bullets all in your ass
Your era is done and your time is passed
We better and these is the simple facts
You real rusty, my niggaz is built to last

And it's on, we runnin' around with our guns
Jewelery fit for pharaohs around our necks dun
In O four our thuns get the O six trucks
Oh, Lord, there is no savin' us

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
Hit it

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
Hit it

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Real N***Az - Lyrics - Amerikaz Nightmare - Mobb Deep

Title: Real N***Az
Album: Amerikaz Nightmare
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Thomas Dolby, Red Spyda, Albert Johnson, Joe Kerr, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
Yeah, y'all know what it is
Infamous has just entered the building
Yeah, yeah, mama
Keep doing that just like that I like that
But you got one problem
You hanging with some real clowns over there
They some real clown killers
Shooting off in the air like that
Aye, yo, son where my real thugs n' them at

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

One hammer, two hammer, three hammers, four
H got drama with you I'm bringin' it to your door
We get money on tours cuffin' them broads
While we sluttin' them all then passin' them off

Peelin' off in that Bentley Coupe
Got ma wettin' them draws
You know I keeps them in that birthday suit
She know once that she up in that ride

And we get pulled, the hammers goin' in between her thighs
Need a chick got to explain a thing
She hip to it the games in her blood
And down for the grind till the death rep MOBB

You a problem with it then you know where to reach me
I give them the business, no mirrors or smoke screens
Either you live it you live it or you just frontin'
This rap shit for life, P thats my CoD
We go back like staircases and OE, stop playin'

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

Nigga you thought wrong, now look at you now
Look like sandwich meat with the ketchup sauce
But you was just hollerin' about
Infamous this infamous that

Your mouth was going off
Meanwhile we counts money piles
Till our fingertips green and them shits is sore
But we prefer plastic now

It's nothin' like when its your tour stackin' cash on the floor
Saran wrap to the top jumpoffs won't fall down
It's not my cash your bitch love, it's how I kill it on the song
And she get a taste of the dick, she open now

It's shiny like a door and I don't pay the bitch no thought
I got alot of gall that's what the bitch haal
While I'm leavin' her sight my heart is real cold, real hard on a hoe
But much much harder for the dough
It be a bloody slaughter when we through

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

So don't get mad 'cuz your hoe probably suckin' the kid
Attracted to the lifestyle of how us gangsters live
Teach her all about life and the bees and birds
And how I shut that shit down when the beef occurs

And how I stick, and I move all you see is a blur
Yo I'm a cool ass dude until you push me sir
And can't nobody squash this beef
You get it on with us then you up shits creek, queens clique

Don't have me puttin' these bullets all in your ass
Your era is done and your time is passed
We better and these is the simple facts
You real rusty, my niggaz is built to last

And it's on, we runnin' around with our guns
Jewelery fit for pharaohs around our necks dun
In O four our thuns get the O six trucks
Oh, Lord, there is no savin' us

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
Hit it

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
Hit it

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Set 'Em Straight - Lyrics - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: Set 'Em Straight
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, W Griffin

Lyric:
I came to set em straight, and let em know
Whoever's holdin the best, just let him go
Cause here's the inside scoop on the fiend
They wanna know why I'm seldom seen
Cause who needs the TV screens and magazines
Or shootin through the city in fly limousines
There's one thing I don't like, it's the spotlight
Cause I already got light
They be like, Yo we had a get together last week
And we know everyone was there except the Black Sheik
Because my schedule is tight, I gotta write
I'm deep in the archives, and keepin em hyped
It's been a long time, since you heard a strong rhyme
None of these are weak so when you bite on mine
We can trace the hits and then name that style
MC'sll be out of a job for a while
I reposess your indentification
So hand in your application
Put your mic on strike until you're unemployed
Contract is up and I'm stampin it void
Your selection ain't that selective
So I'ma put you in your proper perspective
On the dancefloor, and doin the SHAKE
Ready to let em brake, set em straight

Somebody said I set em up and pulled the plug on em
But instead I let em go on so I could bug on em
Go 'head and flow, cause I close the show
Swing a song for the ladies and rhyme real slow
For instance, once I commence
The crowd is convinced
So now you know who to put your money on
Hurry up, before your money's gone
Cause I'm the most common denominator
Orchestrate a rhyme much greater
I'm like a world almanac, so tell the media
Givin em information like encyclopedia
So bring a dictionary, so you can look it up
So you know what I mean, when I hook it up
No misconceptions although I complicate
But this concept'll set em straight
They even said that I was locked in jail
So now I guess I'm out on bail?
The only Island I was on was the Strong one
And if I did my bid, it'll be a long one
Cause if I sold weight, I'd be upstate
In the penile, waitin for a brake
Cause sellin drugs is for handicaps
I got too many skills besides bustin rough raps
If I go to jail, it won't be for sellin ki's
It'll be for muderin MC's
The beat'll take over your heart, then I start
To cut em in half, cause rhymes are razor sharp
Secure the exits, all MC's remain
Cause we got a crowd to entertain
And I know, when I go, I'll flow dangerous
Brain'sll bust, what you tryin to explain to us?
You got lost, and couldn't go on
Came up short, so here's one to grow on
Elevate off a high IQ
In time, you'll find I'm true
Cause once I start on a piece of art
From sun to moon and light to dark I build the Ark
Now you can float off the rhymes I wrote
I'm sure that we'll hit shore without a boat
You could bring a battleship and still get shipwrecked
Attacked with a torpedo, what did you expect?
Driftin up the creek, without a beat or a paddle
Castaway on a raft and stand fragile
Rescue your crowd, which ain't a hard job
Me and my knowledge put together, I'm a lifeguard
Dealin with actual facts it sold out fat
Here and now, but I go so far back
To bring you up to date, so we can elevate
It's no time to wait, or anticipate
Cause I'm never late, I'm gonna motivate
So I can let em brake, and set em straight

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My Guitar Lies Bleeding In My Arms - Lyrics - These Days - Bon Jovi

Title: My Guitar Lies Bleeding In My Arms
Album: These Days
Artist: Bon Jovi
Composer(s): Jon Bon Jovi, Richard S Sambora

Lyric:
Misery likes company
I like the way that sounds
I've been trying to find the meaning
So I can write it down

Starin' out the window
It's such a long way down
I'd like to jump
But I'm afraid to hit the ground

I can't write a love song the way I feel today
And I can't sing no song of hope, I got nothing to say
Life is feeling kind of strange, since you went away
I sing this song to you, wherever you are
As my guitar lies bleeding in my arms

I'm tired of watching TV
It makes me want to scream
Outside the world is burning
Man it's so hard to believe

Each day you know you're dying
From the cradle to the grave
I get so numb sometimes
That I just feel the pain

I can't write a love song the way I feel today
I can't sing no song of hope, I've got nothing to say
Life is feeling kind of strange, it's strange enough these days
I send this song to you, whoever you are
As my guitar lies bleeding in my arms

Staring at the paper
(Staring at the paper)
I don't know what to write
(I don't know what to write)
I'll have my last cigarette, well
(I'll have my last cigarette)
(Turn out the lights)

Maybe tomorrow
(Maybe tomorrow)
I'll feel it differently
(I'll feel it differently)
But here in my delusion
(Here in my delusion)
I don't know what to say
(What to say)

I can't write a love song the way I feel today
And I can't sing no song of hope, I got nothing to say
I can't fight the feelings that are buried in my brains
I send this song to you, everyone
As my guitar lies bleeding

I can't write a love song the way I feel today
And I can't sing no song of hope, there's no one left to save
And I can't fight the feelings buried in my brains
I send this song to you, everyone
As my guitar lies bleeding in my arms
As my guitar lies bleeding in my arms
As my guitar lies bleeding in my arms
Ohhh

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Lollipop Porn - Lyrics - The Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: Lollipop Porn
Album: The Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Brooks Binzer, Nicole Lorenzo, Bret Mazur, Bret Hadley Mazur

Lyric:
Uh, c'mon, one, two, yeah
Ha ha, Crazy Town

Dancing with the Devil on the 13th floor
Non stop knocking on Heaven's door
Thinking faster flirting with disaster plastered
I'm your puppet master pushin' proper data

Watch the city steal your soul
As the drugs take control
And the problems of the world put your life on hold
You should have known by now that it just don't stop
You like that Rock, Hip-Hop you make me crotch

I got a lollipop porn bitch
(Dead on arrival)
A hardcore sex bitch turned
(Suicidal)

I got a lollipop porn bitch
(Dead on arrival)
A hardcore sex bitch turned
(Suicidal)

All caught up now
Taking my chances playing my song
While the Devil dances 'round me
Beggin' me to play along

All caught up now
Taking my chances playing my song
While the Devil dances 'round me
Beggin' me to play along

Now over the years I've learned to love the pain
I'm what you call a lady Killer with the gift of game
Triple X true that you do dat, dat
Let it ride bring it back over 24 tracks

We're gonna rock the fuckin' block tonight
We're gonna rock that shit gonna make it right
Diggi, diggi, damn right, we's dynamite
So we can do this or you can do what you like

I grab the mic and make it mine
I grab the mic and make it hype
So we can do this
Or you can do what you like
I got a lollipop porn bitch
A hardcore sex bitch turned, suicidal

I got a lollipop porn bitch
(Dead on arrival)
A hardcore sex bitch turned
(Suicidal)

I got a lollipop porn bitch
(Dead on arrival)
A hardcore sex bitch turned
(Suicidal)

All caught up now
Taking my chances playing my song
While the Devil dances 'round me
Beggin' me to play along

All caught up now
Taking my chances playing my song
While the Devil dances 'round me
Beggin' me to play along

Riding on the 3rd rail, taking risk, life is risky
The "E" Stands for Epic and The "S" stands for shifty
So let the good times roll, there's no controlling us
Walking on water and kicking up dust
The boisterous, causing panic in the land of lust

The shellshock lollipop Crazy Town to make your body rock
Sugar I love the way your body talks
Now, whoever said that sex was overrated
Love leaves me devastated, life's so fuckin' complicated

Shifty say what, Epic's a beat slut
And I got so many rhymes
I can't keep my mouth shut
Said, I got so many rhymes
I can't keep my mouth shut

I got a lollipop porn bitch
(Dead on arrival)
A hardcore sex bitch turned
(Suicidal)

I got a lollipop porn bitch
(Dead on arrival)
A hardcore sex bitch turned
(Suicidal)

All caught up now
Taking my chances playing my song
While the Devil dances 'round me
Beggin' me to play along

All caught up now
Taking my chances playing my song
While the Devil dances 'round me
Beggin' me to play along

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To The Listeners - Lyrics - Follow The Leader - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: To The Listeners
Album: Follow The Leader
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin

Lyric:
It's to the listeners
It's to the listeners
It's to the listeners
It's to the listeners

It's to the listener
It's to the listener
It's to the listener
It's to the listener

It's to the listeners, for those that have a ear for this
State of the art, engineered for the mix
Eardrums are playing along to what I'm sayin you're singin a song
Stevie Blass on the keyboard, swingin along
But you don't have to dance, play it cool and listen
My DJ's mixin, and I'll do the quizzin
Cause who is number one if not best then better
Here's a hint the 18th letter
The rhymes is sportable, microphone is portable
For any immortal man, swords is not affordable
Never take a loss cause I'm hard to beat
I ain't cheap but don't sell me a dream I don't sleep
I'm Paid in Full, so save the bull
This ain't a stick up, you don't have to wave until
You feel Sure, and you want more then wipe your sweat
Cause I just wanted to see how hype you could get
Cause when I came in the door steppin hard enough to shake the floor
I just started but the others can't make no more
Runnin out of beats breaks and out of time
If I was gone, you'd be runnin out of rhymes
I improve, record don't have to be long
If it's understood and the story is strong
You can speak out and hold the crowd as prisoners
The people is peepless, it's to the listeners

I'm the Lord, for somethin you can absorb
Try and control and be cautious but the cut's in a cord
Make me deeper than down, I make the crowd, crowd around
People are peepless, cause the soloist found
Phrases, thoughts, made by the R of course
One thing I do is keep em different, and far from yours
You keep talkin, when will all the damage be done?
You say you're rulin but when I'm in the place you don't come
Maybe you're waitin, to see what I'm makin
One more style gets taken, then I'ma be breakin
If the patterns are causes, piano is soft
But make it hard for you to start, where I left off
You find yourself, till the point is across
You hit reverse to rewind it, that's when you hit the pause
I set the scene, first you hear mixin
Then the microphone fiend's in effect, still listenin?
Pay close attention, never before mentioned
Listen up I got a brand new invention
Made from a musician it's notes are played crisp
But listeners listen to what I wrote on a disc
Copywritten but still bitten they almost sound like
Almost pumpin, but it ain't down like
A record's supposed to sound, watch as it go around
Records are broken, smashed into the ground
That ain't My Melody, brothers keep runnin up and tellin me
Others are trying to flow smooth and steadily
Potholes are left in my path then I crash and bruise
Whoever refuse and cruise right past em
Cause I just left to do it for easy whatever
Death, till I get back you better stay in step
After speaking you'll stare, if I was there your description is
Letters full of poetical medicine, this is for the listeners

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Hey Ladies - Lyrics - It Ain't Safe No More... - Busta Rhymes

Title: Hey Ladies
Album: It Ain't Safe No More...
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Christopher Wallace, Steven Jordan, Sean Puffy Combs, Trevor Smith, Ralph Leverston

Lyric:
C'mon, yea
Snap your fingers, c'mon, yea
Here we go now, yea
C'mon, yea, check it

I said, "My solo jump off, been boomin' since nine-six"
My solo jump off, been boomin' since nine-six
Hittin' trippin' the circuit breaker, flickin' the light switch
The kid like is he known for givin' you wild hits
I keep my name on the way on top of the now list
Bangin' on every level, droppin' the now shit
It's like the feelin' after watchin' a couple of old flick
And once you hear the kid, you'll be knowin' the sound sick

Spaz in the club, watchin' the crowd flip
That's when I knew the crown was up for whoever the crown fit
Nowadays while I go bag me a fine bitch
Bitch watchin' my pocket, seein' we wild rich
Shorty hopin' we smellin' nothin' like foul fish
While you swingin' ass at the Devil, claimin' you righteous
A lot of haters I'm knowin' you like this
While you floss unnecessarily, sippin' on wild Crist'

I say "Ladies, my Mercedes"
Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat
Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back
When you step up in the club I know you know how to act
Hey soldiers, get your floss on
Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon
Shorty shakin' her waist, and rippin' her thong
Now all my people are muggin' and singin' the song, I'm sayin'

Shit still boomin' in two-thousand and three
My shit still boomin' in two-thousand and three
And we don't give a fuck about who you claimin' to be
My jewels blind bitches where they ain't able to see
These fools try to talk just a little much to a G
They say the wrong shit, they head just might end upside of a tree
Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup of tea
Takin' different constant boats, from the land to the sea

I got my paper see, I ain't doin' nuttin' for free
Unless it's for the hood, it might cost you a small fee
Niggaz all in the street, whylin' whippin' the V
Clever from New York to Chicago back to the D
Check it, take it back like when I was flippin' a key
Bonin' chicks, holdin' titties like they was Pamela Lee
You know I mastered the art and got it down to a tee
And keep it goin' add enough spice, we holdin' the recipe

Big paper we makin', all of my crew agree
Stack more and bust up a bottle of Hennessey
In case you niggaz ain't even knowin' my pedigree
Invested in resorts for the niggaz who go and ski
If you ain't know the streets is belongin' to me
I get my people from the hood and then take 'em all on a spree shoppin'
While you niggaz is busy coppin' the pleas
We busy blowin' frontin' like you ain't knowin' my stee'

I say "Ladies, my Mercedes"
Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat
Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back
When you step up in the club I know you know how to act
Hey soldiers, get your floss on
Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon
Shorty shakin' her waist, and rippin' her thong
Now all my people are muggin' and singin' the song, I'm sayin'

Yea, snap yo' fingers, c'mon, yea
Here we go now, yea
C'mon

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Kick Along - Lyrics - Don't Sweat The Technique - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: Kick Along
Album: Don't Sweat The Technique
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): William Griffin, Eric Barrier

Lyric:
Kick along
Kick along
Kick along

If you like it acapella
Soul clap will be sweet
Almost complete
Feel the impact when it hit the street
But uh, it sound thicker when I kick it wit a beat
See I can let it speak for itself
But every now and then, I need a little help
Guess who, to the rescue? Comp
Ripping up comp, I step and then stomp
A spark scam'll skin the land like it's a Timberland
Prepare the stage for Rakim to stand
Then I pick a song, grab the mic, click it on
Time to get it on, kick along
See if you can move to the words I speak
Pick up on a rhythm (kickin' wit da beat)
My mentallect gets warm
Feed into your physical form
You can't keep calm
Get fit to the skit, try to hop on
Get up to the trick as I flip the script
You're feeling rust like a thrust of an arrow, plus
You're looking through the eye of a barrel, Bus
Emergency! Take him to the operating room
Put him on the floor, let his heart feel the boom
React to the wrath of a brand new song

Then kick along
Kick along
Kick along
Kick along
Kick along
Kick along

A kick is a hip wit hop
A pep wit step like the floor is hot
I project a lot so you can use every kick you got
But don't forget, don't kick when I stop
I'm something like Simon says
As I'm pumping hype rhymes in your heads
The mic's a remote control and I'm pointing it at cha
When I push buttons, you're gonna have ta
Break straight to the floor
'Cause I'm a make more
Each one's composed in the shows
And each one flows, how long, nobody knows
And whoever try to take 'em, I'm a break 'em
Drag it out of him, dehydrate 'em
The beat makes the beat in your heart accelerate
Your pulse is a drum roll, it's too late to wait
A pen'll send adrenaline to ten
If then begin to blend the smooth that's sent
That's to prevent you from getting asthma
You try to keep up, because, the cut has ya
Blood pressure to the point, never stops a drop
Putting stain in the veins in the brain, ya blood clots
Too quick to pause it, you almost lost it
So kick along to you're all exhausted
And look what my data made! my power'll never fade
I keep it energetic, or hype as Gatorade

Now kick it wit a beat
C'mon, kick along
Kick along
Kick along
Kick along

They can't wait to kick steps to this
So I make a skit just for kicks
Syncopated, pausing though
Innovated 'cause the flow
Melodic and melodramatic styles occur
Like a choreographer, my mind's a photographer
Making music visible for the individual
That gets visual
What I manifest you express on the dance floor
Pants get torn when the jam is on
'Cause I kick rhymes until the rhymes kick back
It's hard to kick that, where did'cha get that
Here's the concept, part of you're concert
Expect the expert to perfect and do work
Don't stop the song 'til I'm gone
Keep getting it on, kick it off with the horns

Kick along
Kick along
Kick along
Kick it wit a beat

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Why Oh Why - Lyrics - Spearhead

Title: Why Oh Why
Artist: Spearhead
Composer(s): Michael Franti

Lyric:
I say my prayers every mornin' just like orange juice
I crack the crinkles out my body till I'm feelin' loose
I strap my sneakers on my feet like they was combat boots
They fit my feet like Cinderella when I'm shootin' hoops

Why oh why do memories keep chasin' me?
Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee
Sometimes I wanna blow my brains to put my life at ease
But I ain't clockin' out I gotta see the seven seas

Please, seven's a very lucky number for me
That was the age when I discovered how good ballin' could be
Up every mornin' with the birdies doin' little drills
Go to my left go to my right developin' mad skills

How could a love for this game bring so much sadness
I played with brothas with so much badness
But now they gone I sing a song pop a three
From the top of the key in they memory

Why, oh, why do memories be chasin' me?
Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee
Even in seasons when it's another color sport
I still be memorizin' lines out on the basketball court singin'

Why, oh why do memories be chasin' me?
Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee
Even in seasons when it's another color sport
I be rememberin' my partners on the basketball court

Do you remember runnin' the court in September?
Me and my homies be down for whoever
Would come along and try to send us to the showers
From the game that we'd been dominatin' there for hours

All day to be more specific east to west
From Atlantic to Pacific fools would come round
To get down and try to take our crown
But we would hold our ground and we would never back down

Old timers, new timers would get in line there
And take a seat there and try to prepare
But oh, no, there was no chance when we was in the zone
We was alone at the top, we had hops, we got props

And when we needed to we busted chops
Wipe the court with your game like we was usin' mops
What ever happened to the Super Hoopers in the park
I reminisce while shootin' solitary after dark

Why, oh, why do memories be chasin' me?
Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee
Even in seasons when it's another color sport
I still be memorizin' lines out on the basketball court singin'

Why, oh why do memories be chasin' me?
Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee
Even in seasons when it's another color sport
I be rememberin' my partners on the basketball court

Why, oh, why?
Why, oh, why?

Brother C came fresh from out of town
And he had handles and like McDonald's he could clown ya
Dribblin' baby bounces between drinkin' forty ounces
Knock ya on your heels and do circles like he was Curly Neal

But oh no, the liquor got quicker to his head and he said
"I think I musta placed some stupid bets"
He hit me up for some cash, there was a car crash
A splash and then the brother made a mad dash

Rob, oh, Rob his whole life was like a roller coaster
But on the court he looked like a Dr. J. Poster
Flyin' high with an Afro blowin' in the wind
Wipin' Windex, index finger rolls off the glass

Then swish through the net jump a Corvette with a triple pirouette
But off the court he had a few temptations copulations
No moderations by 24 he had 3 pregnations
Last check crack intoxications

So many other brothers gone from this dimension
And none of those who got hurt receive a pension
Give a bup, bup, to those locked up in detention
Memories too many dimension
And we say, "One more time, one more time"

Why, oh, why do memories be chasin' me?
Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee
Even in seasons when it's another color sport
I still be memorizin' lines out on the basketball court singin'

Why, oh why do memories be chasin' me?
Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee
Even in seasons when it's another color sport
I be rememberin' my partners on the basketball court

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A Singer Must Die - Lyrics - New Skin For The Old Ceremony - Leonard Cohen

Title: A Singer Must Die
Album: New Skin For The Old Ceremony
Artist: Leonard Cohen
Composer(s): Leonard Cohen

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Lyric:
Now, the courtroom is quiet but who will confess?
Is it true you betrayed us? The answer is yes
Then read me the list of the crimes that are mine
I will ask for the mercy that you love to decline

And all the ladies go moist and the judge has no choice
A singer must die for the lie in his voice
And I thank you, I thank you for doing your duty
You keepers of truth, you guardians of beauty

Your vision is right, my vision is wrong
I'm sorry for smudging the air with my song
Oh the night, it is thick, my defenses are hid
In the clothes of a woman I would like to forgive

In the rings of her silk, in the hinge of her thighs
Where I have to go begging in beauty's disguise
Oh goodnight, goodnight, my night after night
My night after night, after night, after night, after night, after night

I am so afraid that I listen to you
Your sun glassed protectors they do that to you
It's their ways to detain, their ways to disgrace
Their knee in your balls and their fist in your face

Yes and long live the state by whoever it's made
Sir, I didn't see nothing, I was just getting home late

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Angel - Lyrics - Enter The Dru - Dru Hill

Title: Angel
Album: Enter The Dru
Artist: Dru Hill
Composer(s): Warryn Campbell, James Green

Lyric:
Yo yo, can y'all hear me out there?
Cool, cool, let me now introduce myself, Ladies and Gentlemen
See I go by the name of Big Woody Rock
And I'd just like to take this time right here
To just first of all thank you all for taking the time out to listen to this album

Hope you're enjoying everything you hear so far
Right now I just think I need to dedicate this song
This next song coming up to every man and woman, boy or girl
Whoever and wherever you may be, who has ever been
In an relationship that just didn't quite work out

Also this song is dedicated to everybody who comes up to me
In all the clubs, supermarkets, airports
And everywhere else in the world asking me
"Woody, when you gon' do something, when they gon' let you sang?"

Not knowing that, man, I sung all of 'April showers'
A verse on 'All alone', a verse on '5 Steps'
And about half the songs on the album
But that's cool, y'all ain't know

Alright now I just want you to sit back, close your eyes
Kick your feet up and listen to this song right here
'Cuz this here is for y'all
Yo Smiley, you ready, let's do this

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Goin' Down The River - Lyrics - Jane Siberry

Title: Goin' Down The River
Artist: Jane Siberry
Composer(s): Jane Siberry

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Lyric:
You're goin' down the river
You're a little boy on a little boat
And the white sheets are blowing
They're blowing like all get out

No one can stop you now
No one can muss your hair
No one can criticize
No one can tell you lies

You can do whatever you want
You can say whatever you like
You can wear whatever you want
Your shirt is plaid, your pants are striped

This ain't no dying of the light
This ain't no final boarding call
This ain't no swan song
This is the promise of all
'Cause you're going down the river of life

You're a little boy on a little raft
And the white sheets are streaming back
There's figures on the river bank
They're all apologizing
But you don't have to worry now

You don't have to listen to them
You can say whatever you want
You can be whoever you like
You're free now you're free now
You can do whatever you like
Your shirt is plaid, your pants are striped

This ain't no dying of the light
This ain't no final boarding call
This ain't no swan song
This is the promise of all
'Cause you're going down the river of life

The river's going faster
Hey Huck, hold onto your hat
You'd better look out now
No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that

The flying fish are flying up
Flying up for you to see
There's bear on the riverbank
Fishing for those flying fish

Wishing for those flying fish
Don't you love those flying fish?
You're free now you're free now
You can say whatever you like

This ain't no dying of the light
This ain't no final boarding call
This ain't no swan song
This is the promise of all
'Cause you're going down the river of life
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

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Top Down - Lyrics - One Man Band Man - Swizz Beatz

Title: Top Down
Album: One Man Band Man
Artist: Swizz Beatz
Composer(s): Kasseem Dean, Roger Hatcher, Major Lance, Eric Mc Caine

Lyric:
Swizzy
Wherever you are, shine
Whoever you are, shine
Wherever you are, shine

Whoever you are, shine
Wherever you are, shine
Whoever you are, shine
Hey, hey, I told you

Ridin? with my top down with my jewelry on
Hey, I?m just gettin? my hood on
I'm just, I?m just doin? my thing
I?m just, I?m just doin? my thing

Hey, yep, hey, yep, hey, yep, hey
I said, I?m ridin? with my top down with my jewelry on
Hey, I?m just gettin? my hood on

I'm in the hood bouncin? sprayin? like a fountain?
Money like a mountain?, tell me why you doubtin??
I know why you doubtin? ?cuz we gettin? paper
Hey, tell ?em again? Swizzy, we gettin? our paper

I?m in the hood, top down with my jewelry on me
With security on me, I got my goons on me
I get ?em off me, I shake them haters off me
Get ?em off me, I shake them haters off me

Niggas, is you with me? My bitches, is you with me?
If you got a problem then, sucker come and get me
Y?all know my name, you see the candy paint
It spell my name, Swizzy

Ridin? with my top down with my jewelry on
Hey, I?m just gettin? my hood on
I'm just, I?m just doin? my thing
I?m just, I?m just doin? my thing

Hey, yep, hey, yep, hey, yep, hey
I said I?m ridin? with my top down with my jewelry on
Hey, I?m just gettin? my hood on

It's like, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, you know the black is bumpin?
Things on the corner, man, you know the block is bumpin?
Speakers in your trunk, shit thumpin?
They playin? my song, people is jumpin?

Now we got a little block party
Y?all, it ain?t nothin? but Henny and Bacardi
Y?all sittin? on the stoop, on the milk crate
How you livin? life? Fuckers, say great, great

Y?all came from nothin? into somethin?
Why these niggas hatin?? Why these niggas frontin??
We just ridin? with our tops down
Niggas, I can play it, somebody got shot now

Ridin? with my top down with my jewelry on
Hey, I?m just gettin? my hood on
I'm just, I?m just doin? my thing
I?m just, I?m just doin? my thing

Hey, yep, hey, yep, hey, yep, hey
I said, I?m ridin? with my top down with my jewelry on
Hey, I?m just gettin? my hood on

This chick said, ?Swizz, I wanna ride in you Viper?
I said, ?Hell no, don't you know that's a Spiker?
Number 2 and there only 20 in the world
You sit in my seat it?ll change the world

I?m fresh to death like a million bucks
Threw on my Luis hat with my fuckin? Gucci chucks
Stepped out the Bentley, bitch said, ?Oh no?
I said, ?Easy, chick, you know I gotta go?

Ridin? with my top down with my jewelry on
Hey, I?m just gettin? my hood on
I'm just, I?m just doin? my thing
I?m just, I?m just doin? my thing

Hey, yep, hey, yep, hey, yep, hey
I said, I?m ridin? with my top down with my jewelry on
Hey, I?m just gettin? my hood on

Shine, wherever you are
Shine, whoever you are
Shine, wherever you are
Shine, whoever you are

Shine, wherever you are
Shine, whoever you are
Shine, hey, hey
Shine, shine

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