Songs From The Wood - Lyrics - Songs From The Wood - Jethro Tull

Title: Songs From The Wood
Album: Songs From The Wood
Artist: Jethro Tull
Composer(s): I Anderson

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Lyric:
Let me bring you songs from the wood
To make you feel much better than you could know
Dust you down from tip to toe
Show you how the garden grows

Hold you steady as you go
Join the chorus if you can
It'll make of you an honest man

Let me bring you love from the field
Poppies red and roses filled with summer rain
To heal the wound and still the pain
That threatens again and again

As you drag down every lovers' lane
Life's long celebration's here
I'll toast you all in penny cheer

Let me bring you all things refined
Galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale
Greeting well-met fellow, hail
I am the wind to fill your sail

I am the cross to take your nail
A singer of these ageless times
With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes

Songs from the wood make you feel much better
Songs from the wood make you feel much better

Songs from the wood
Songs from the wood

Let me bring you love from the field
Poppies red and roses filled with summer rain
To heal the wound and still the pain
That threatens again and again

As you drag down every lovers' lane
Life's long celebration's here
I'll toast you all in penny cheer

Songs from the wood make you feel much better
Songs from the wood make you feel much better

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Jack In The Green - Lyrics - Songs From The Wood - Jethro Tull

Title: Jack In The Green
Album: Songs From The Wood
Artist: Jethro Tull
Composer(s): Ian Anderson

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Lyric:
Have you seen the 'Jack In The Green'?
With his long tail hanging down
He quietly sits under every tree
In the folds of his velvet gown

He drinks from the empty acorn cup
The dew that dawn sweetly bestows
And taps his cane upon the ground
Signals the snowdrops it's time to grow

It's no fun being 'Jack In The Green'
No place to dance, no time for song
He wears the colors of the summer soldier
Carries the green flag all the winter long

Jack, do you never sleep?
Does the green still run deep in your heart?
Or will these changing times
Motorways, powerlines, keep us apart?
Well, I don't think so
I saw some grass growing through the pavements today

The rowan, the oak and the holly tree
Are the charges left for you to groom
Each blade of grass whispers 'Jack In The Green'
Oh Jack, please help me through my winter's night

And we are the berries on the holly tree
And the mistlethrush is coming
Jack, put out the light

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The Whistler - Lyrics - Songs From The Wood - Jethro Tull

Title: The Whistler
Album: Songs From The Wood
Artist: Jethro Tull
Composer(s): Ian Anderson

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Lyric:
I'll buy you six bay mares to put in your stable
Six golden apples, bought with my pay
I am the first piper who calls the sweet tune
But I must be gone by the seventh day

So come on, I'm the whistler
I have a pipe and a drum to play
Get ready for the whistler
I whistle along on the seventh day
Whistle along on the seventh day

All kinds of sadness, I've left behind me
Many's the day when I have done wrong
But I'll be yours forever and ever
Climb in the saddle and whistle along

So come on, I'm the whistler
I have a pipe and a drum to play
Get ready for the whistler
I whistle along on the seventh day
Whistle along on the seventh day

Deep red are the sunsets in mystical places
Black are the nights on summer day sands
We'll find the speck of truth in each riddle
Hold the first grain of love in our hands

So come on, I'm the whistler
I have a pipe and a drum to play
Get ready for the whistler
I whistle along on the seventh day

So come on, I'm a whistler
I have a pipe and a drum to play
Get ready for the whistler
I whistle along on the seventh day
Whistle along on the seventh day

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Ring Out, Solstice Bells - Lyrics - Songs From The Wood - Jethro Tull

Title: Ring Out, Solstice Bells
Album: Songs From The Wood
Artist: Jethro Tull
Composer(s): Ian Scott Anderson

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Lyric:
Now is the solstice of the year
Winter is the glad song that you hear
Seven maids move in seven time
Have the lads up ready in a line

Ring out these bells
Ring out, ring solstice bells
Ring solstice bells

Join together 'neath the mistletoe
By the holy oak whereon it grows
Seven druids dance in seven time
Sing the song the bells call loudly chiming

Ring out these bells
Ring out, ring solstice bells
Ring solstice bells

Praise be to the distant sister sun
Joyful as the silver planets run
Seven maids move in seven time
Sing the song the bells call loudly chiming

Ring out these bells
Ring out, ring solstice bells
Ring solstice bells

Ring out, ring out those solstice bells
Ring out, ring out those solstice bells

Praise be to the distant sister sun
Joyful as the silver planets run
Seven maids move in seven time
Sing the song the bells call loudly chiming

Ring out these bells
Ring out, ring solstice bells
Ring solstice bells

Ring on, ring out
Ring on, ring out
Ring on, ring out
Ring on, ring out

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Hunting Girl - Lyrics - Songs From The Wood - Jethro Tull

Title: Hunting Girl
Album: Songs From The Wood
Artist: Jethro Tull
Composer(s): Ian Anderson

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Lyric:
One day I walked the roads and crossed a field to go
By where the hounds ran hard
And on the master raced behind the hunters chased
To where the path was barred

One fine young lady's horse
Refused the fence to clear
I unlocked the gate but she did wait
Until the pack had disappeared

Crop handle carved in bone, sat high upon a throne
Of finest English leather
The Queen of all the pack, this joker raised his hat
And talked about the weather

All should be warned about
This high born hunting girl
She took this simple man's downfall in hand
I raised the flag that she unfurled

Boot leather flashing
And spur necks the size of my thumb
This highborn hunter
Had tastes as strange as they come, come

Unbridled passion, I took the bit in my teeth
Her standing over me on my knees underneath, underneath

My lady, be discrete, I must get to my feet
And go back to the farm
Whilst I appreciate you are no deviate
I might do some harm

I'm not inclined to acts refined
If that's how it goes
Oh, high born hunting girl
I'm just a normal low born so and so
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

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Ballad Of Bill Crump - Lyrics - Tom T. Hall

Title: Ballad Of Bill Crump
Artist: Tom T. Hall
Composer(s): Tom T Hall

Lyric:
Now I hear a lot of tall stories since my business is writin' songs
And every now and then if you listen real close
A good true one comes along
And this is the story of old Bill Crump from the North Carolina Hills
Nat Winston of Nashville knew this man real well

He built the church and he built the pews
He built the cradles and the furniture for the schools
Folks in Avery County say that he was better than good
Probably one of the reasons the Lord made wood

Now men have faults and Bill's fault was
He loved to sip that corn
He lived ninety some years that way
Don't guess it was hurtin' him none

You could take him a picture from a catalog
He could build anything he'd see
He could make anything
That you could make out of the tree

One day Bill said, ?Mama I'm gettin' old
I want you to measure me good
I'm goin' out to that wood pile
And get myself some wood?

?And I'm gonna make me a coffin
I want it to fit me fine
The way I figure it
I've got about enough time?

He built the church and he built the pews
He built the cradles and the furniture for the schools
Folks in Avery County say that he was better than good
Probably one of the reasons the Lord made wood

Now Bill worked on that coffin
Like he was gonna be there awhile
He'd show the folks and rub that wood
And then stand back and smile

He used that body for ninety some years
Figured it had treated him good
And when he left it
He put it away in some real fine wood

Oh, right now old Bill's sleepin'
In the hills of North Caroline
In his homemade coffin
Handrubbed walnut velvet lined

Now most folks use their heads and hands
And just think of themselves
His body's there
But his spirit's someplace else

'Cause he built the church and he built the pews
He built the cradles and the furniture for the schools
Folks in Avery County say that he was better than good
Probably one of the reasons the Lord made wood

He built the church and he built the pews

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Fire At Midnight - Lyrics - Songs From The Wood - Jethro Tull

Title: Fire At Midnight
Album: Songs From The Wood
Artist: Jethro Tull
Composer(s): Ian Scott Anderson

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Lyric:
I believe in fires at midnight
When the dogs have all been fed
A golden toddy on the mantle
A broken gun beneath the bed

Silken mist outside the window
Frogs and newts slip in the dark
Too much hurry ruins a body
I'll sit easy, fan the spark

Kindled by the dying embers
Of another working day
Go upstairs, take off your makeup
Fold your clothes neatly away

Me, I'll sit and write this love song
As I all too seldom do
Build a little fire this midnight
It's good to be back home with you

Kindled by the dying embers
Of another working day
Go upstairs, take off your makeup
Fold your clothes neatly away

Me, I'll sit and write this love song
As I all too seldom do
Build a little fire this midnight
It's good to be back home with you, back home with you
It's good to be back home with you
Home with you, with you

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Forever - Lyrics - Living Legends - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Forever
Album: Living Legends
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Shondrae L Crawford, L Polipe, P Smith, M Goodwin

Lyric:
Ooh la la, Bangladesh
Heyyy

See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
'Til then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone

I keep a big old nigga beater heater
It's in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater
I'm make them say skeeter skeeter
Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter
I know you want to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her
See you ain't got enough bread to even start to treat her
The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter
I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha

If I had Oprah Winfrey, I would marry her and keep her
I spit as much knowlege as preachers and teachers
Just as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers
I'm the M J G, I get in yo' shit
I ain't trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick
Come on, where my money, let me hit the stage
Fuck them long interviews, just give us the front page
Black G apostrophe S us, forever bust
Them lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts

See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
'Til then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone

Yeah man
Sticky weed kickin' in, big Ball steppin' in
Straight flying when I hustle, thats how I represent
Bounce, if you feelin' what I'm spitting up in your ear hole
I been rocking mics since I was 17 years old
Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and fucking up
Everybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us
Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few
Got my bread and didn't do what the fuck I was supposed to do

Money blinds players, turns them into evil spirits
Niggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics
I try to give it to them just how it come to me
Real and unedited, not like it be on TV
Be myself and don't be what those haters want me to be
Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free
Make the bad good, put that on my leather and wood
Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood
Nigga

See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
'Til then it's back to hustlin with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone

You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it
Turn around the broom handle and trying to hold it
It's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked
Now you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake
That you just made, thinking a player could get played
Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped
My whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars
And it seems like it's usually the ones thats right by ya
Fire

Jumping up out the tip with pistols sittin' up
Fuck me? Watch my gun skeet like it's bussing nuts
'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek
Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory
Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X
Niggaz want to be the king, I don't give a fuck who's best
Just watch your mouth, talkin' down in the south
I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out

See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
'Til then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone

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All For One - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: All For One
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): D Murphy, M Dixon, L Dechalus

Lyric:
One for all
Is all for one

I hit a beat and swing a note as if my name was David Ruffin
Quick to toast an MC just like an English muffin
Don't worry about a thing 'cause the Puba's never bluffin'
I gets headaches from the wack so then I take a bufferin' and I max
I wait until the opportune time and then I tax but should I max?

Now they say sinning is for sinners so I guess I'm not a sinner
Beginnings is for beginners so I guess I'm no beginner
This is how I spark it, with money in my pocket
When it comes to having pressure I gets hard as a rocket

MC Grand Pu, coming through all the residue
The songs remain classics, dating back to the Babaloo
My boys I call 'em hot, the phones all of them jock
And I can think of many episodes I swung in Lincoln Park

No I'm not a phony and I got a tenderoni
Love the way she is not too fat, not too bony
Don't drink Sanka, won't sink like a tanker
Knock the boots of a skirt in Casablanca and I thank her

Some rappers stink, like Englebert Humperdink
Better yet Dick Caveat, I got a bad habit
Similar to the girl, from she's gotta have it
I think with the brain and I wish behind the zipper

I'm living kinda good similar to Jack Tripper
A landlord named Roper did a show at the Copa
When I finish with this, I'll be paid like Oprah
So, honey wants to act fly

I'll just play like Guy and I'm
Sayin' bye bye, bumb bitch
Stick out your thumb and hitch
'Cause you've been cut off like a light switch

See I'm programmed to slam with the summer, spring, and fall
Before I do a show I get some kicks out the mall
Then I get my gear and I give Trev a call
'Cause he works in the barbershop, right behind the mall

Other rappers tried to rob me but you know they got did
To put it blunt, honey I shrunk the kids
So hookers back off break North here comes the regulator
'Cause you doesn't find none greater

One for all
Is all for one
One for all
Is all for one

On file is a style that's why you caught a clip
My suitcases is packed and I'm going on a trip to Mic-a-delphia
I go for self and still be slamming
The school bell is ringing and I caught somebody cramming

For the test, oh yes, my study guide was thick
I cut you with my verbal didn't hurt you just a nick
Off your face don't play possum watch me and I'll blossom like a rose
And get some new clothes and a fresh fade from Rob

Jump on the phone and dial the Now Rule Mob
Now come one, come all, we about to get hectic
If my crew don't get in, then the X makes an exit
To the rear, I'm outta here, don't front on my brothers

I take care of them before I take care of others
Now wood bats is doomed in the nineties it's aluminum
Step to the stage with a mic and I'm doing him something awful
I'm a citizen and I'm lawful

I go to hunt in the fall, rip the policemen's ball
I got the power to make a car stall
I guess I'm great, from blackness, and when the crowd slackens
I stop drinking, and then I start thinking

About days in the past when Derek X was last
But now I'm on the top damn news travels fast
'Cause I'm like that! They can't see this
Read my book, it contains many pieces of verses

I took the time to delete all the curses
So moms reach deep in your purses
And buy me take me home and try me and do me well

One for all
All is all for one
One for all
All is all for one

Well, while I reign rhymes pour
You suck it up like a straw and jump on the dance floor
'Cause every time I step in a jam
I make like a door and slam

But then girls try to turn my knob cause I'm a heartthrob
I guess it's just a hazard that comes with the job
'Cause every time I rock a rhyme that shows Jammer's intellectual
Girls want to get sexual

Well, I guess I have to cope with being so dope
You want to be me, but can't see me with a telescope
You seek and search but still you can't find
You're weak and it hurts to be deaf dumb and blind

A supreme mind, will take you out of your paralysis
I grip the mic so tight I get callouses
And your analysis, is that the Lord
Rips rhymes into shape with a mic cord

I do it good 'cause I'm a positive black man
Eating up suckers as if I was Pac Man
Not a Dapper Dan fan I stay casual
To rock like the J it comes gradual

You got to know the ledge of wise and dumb
And understand your culture of freedom
Power equally with the Gods
So you can build and form your cipher

All your life you must teach truth
Of the true and living God, not a mystery spook
And when you do that, pursue that goal
Which made the student enroll, and only then you'll prosper

One for all
Is what is all for one
One for all
Is what is all for one

Is what is all for one
Is is all for one
Is what is all for one
Is what is all for one

One for all

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Quitter - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Quitter
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Jeff Bass, Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
Yo, I dedicate to this to yo

To all my fans, keeping y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, cause that's my mission
So, listen close to what we say
Because this type of fag claims to never be gay

I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you

Pecker wood mad cause his record went wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country western rap records are good"

So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere

It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's trying to hear some fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic guitar in your ear
So, you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea

Figure you can diss me to jump start your career
I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground buddy's nameless crew
Like I'ma say they names so they can be famous too

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the days of house of pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you
(I'ma kill you)

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the days of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you
(I'ma kill you)

Yo heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a joke
And I'ma tell these motherfucking fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you

You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you
Like I ain't notice you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two

Back in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you
Took your motherfucking DJ and stole him too
So, you fall in a slump and get all emotional

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap
Quicker but never last, and Everlast is a

Aight listen so this is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you ever see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitch-slap him

Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for limp
Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid
Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five years we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in that bitch
Cleaning the toilets
Aiyyo fuck this, cut this shit off

Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker!

Hit 'Em Up
Kill Whitey! Hahaha
Kill Whitey! Detroit! What? What?
Kill Whitey! Yo, yo
Kill Whitey! Haha! Look

First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish White
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight

Plus I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead
I keep 'em coming while you running out of breath
Steady ducking while I'm punching at your chest, you need to rest

Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya
With your three CD's, nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck around with real MC's
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks

I let you faggots know it's on for life
But Everlast might die tonight, haha
Fat boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know!

Grab 380's when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal your heart
They shocked you back to life at the clinic
But you 'bout to get relapsed any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo check this out
You faggots ain't even on my level
I'ma let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!

Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Whitey Ford's heart just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin back

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while they watch

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry making fun of you Erik
Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

[Unverified]

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still
This ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed with his chest open
Tryin' to throw a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime

'Cause you suck motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a paleface killer whale

On his way to fuckin' prison, pistol whipping tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that day?
That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all about country, you gave up Hip-Hop

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit drop
While my sales making records break
Two and a half million scanned by the second week
Motherfucker I hit 'em up!

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half
Fuck the music, we got an Uzi for all you fags
Get the shit out of our stereo, dilated you violated
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
Iriscience get choked up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get your throats cut

What the fuck? Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin' guitar cord
And stuff him in cardboard, chopped up in a box
With sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart

D-12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you watch
Keep your restaurant locked and block your door
'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfucking' Tupac Shakur
You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack seizures

Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country
Yo, aiyyo cut this shit off

Fuck him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise
I just believe in kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo

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Freaky As She Wanna Be - Lyrics - On Top of Our Game - Dem Franchize Boyz

Title: Freaky As She Wanna Be
Album: On Top of Our Game
Artist: Dem Franchize Boyz
Composer(s): Tre Songz, Jamall Willingham, Bernard Leverette, Gerald Tiller, Courtney Travis, Maurice Gleaton

Lyric:
[Foreign Content]

Songs, Dem Franchize Boyz, they from down a town
I'm VA around the world baby, they be as freaky as they wanna be
Hey, hey, she freaky as she wanna be, hey, she freaky as she wanna be
Hey, hey, she freaky as she wanna be

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
We in the bed no sheets, air to the feet, freaky as she wanna be

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
If you a lady in the streets, straight freak in the sheets
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)

She be herself around me, freaky as she wanna be
Give me Georgia Dome, like I'm sittin' and affect the harmony
Can I enjoy it, make a little noise
Stand ready for it, you already know it

She swallow it gobble Dick little bitch from Memphis
In love wit my cock, she give a Jimmy a French kiss
Her favorite position is doggy style or in the butt
and the place that she likes is on the couch or in the truck

And I bang on her pussy like a mother fucking door knock
Knock like the Flintstones, yeah, making the bed rock
It's group fun, believe she do what she do son
You view some, and use some, and use some and use some

It ain't no fun if my hommies can't have none
She winked her eye, blew a kiss, stuck out her damn tongue
You know that she ready, yeah, remove the bed spreads then
Give a little head then, get on in the bed then

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
We in the bed no sheets, air to the feet, freaky as she wanna be

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
If you a lady in the streets, straight freak in the sheets
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)

Was in the club, posted like King Tut
Rollin like a fool lookin' for me some cut
Who got tight boobs, king cover type but
Nice head on her shoulders and the bitch will give it up

Body shaped like Budweisers Classy hoe
That like to be pile driver DDT a bitch
I can go for some Hours let Parlae
Hit together we like twin towers

What you thought that I wine, dine show you things
I'm the type of nigga let you suck
While my chain hang, if you don?t suck then you can lick
While my chain swang, you as freaky as you wanna be

Promise I can maintain, gotta know ways and tricks
To make this dick spit, flip that, suck on the dick lice a sip stick
I gotta lot to offer, but for you its good wood
Make you Chicken and waffles

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
We in the bed no sheets, air to the feet, freaky as she wanna be

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
If you a lady in the streets, straight freak in the sheets
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)

She freaky as she wanna be and she know she thick wit it
Hangin' off the ceiling fan, she like to do some tricks wit it
D F B bitch, so you gotta let the click hit it if buddie hit it
From the back, you gotta suck a dick wit it

I need a groupie hoe who know what the deal is
Ask her where the purp where the goose and where the pills is
Call me Dave Houster 'cause that?s where I wanna be
She suckin', as she fuckin' 'cause she freaky as she wanna be

Ten necks so you know we ain't finished yet
I don?t wanna fuck though, I want me some pigeon neck
Suck a nigga dick or something, do wit no hands
I say do it wit no, do it wit no, do for my man

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
We in the bed no sheets, air to the feet, freaky as she wanna be

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
If you a lady in the streets, straight freak in the sheets
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)

Now she freaky as she wanna be, grabbin' on the wood
'Cause it's good and she wanna see, leanin' all up on a G
Ashton might just run out 'cause I think this hoe is punkin' me
She's punkin' me, 'cause she's a freak, she do everybody

That pussy ain't shit but that mouth like a
Hurricane, she keep her hair fixed and I fucked it up
As soon as I bust a nut she grab the dick and she suck it up
Bring her to the hotel and she do the team

She's a ghetto bitch all she wants is hot wings
Nah, nigga she like the way a nigga ice bling
She's a good girl and she's a actor
In the room alone she's a fuckin' dick doctor

Pop my balls in her mouth, like she pops some capsules
I like them easin' out the county and like the way I sold
They choose ya cause a nigga is a rapper, fuck 'em good
And straight get ghost just like Casper

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
We in the bed no sheets, air to the feet, freaky as she wanna be

She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
If you a lady in the streets, straight freak in the sheets
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)

She do it how I want her to do it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
She move it how I want her to move it
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)

She called said she ready to see me
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)
She get there ready to freak me
(I'm freaky as I wanna be)

Do that there, there, said she do that there
I said she doin that there, there
Baby you doin' that there
You be as freaky as you wanna be

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Rapgirl - Lyrics - The Graduate - Mc Lars

Title: Rapgirl
Album: The Graduate
Artist: Mc Lars
Composer(s): Andrew R Nielsen

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Lyric:
The following is an entirely fictional account
Any similarities between people living or dead
Is entirely coincidental
Just kidding

She fell from the sky
On a black October night
She wrote these funny songs
And everyone was tight

She asked me for advice
On jump starting her career
But I'm staring in her eyes
And she's talking in my ear

Suburban rap queen
I wrote this song for you
Suburban rap queen
What's a MC to do?

Suburban rap queen
Every Biggie needs a Kim
Suburban rap queen
Sometimes you lose sometimes you win

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Listen)
I like you a lot, you've got what it takes
To rock that Lars emo spot
Rapgirl, rapgirl

Check it
Now tell me what to do
When the playback is too quiet
And the song's already through?

This is called a break beat
It's the musical element hip-hop
Was founded upon back in 1969
Now that's educational

She fell from the sky with a superhero icon
We battled in the studio like, ?Hey, yo is this mic on??
I went down for the count, she went up on the beat
I told her she was hot because stuff like that is sweet

She attacked me with her similes like killer bees at a park
I came back with a metaphor, an angry great white shark
The bass line that she struck, threw me flat on my back
So I came back with a track in a lyrical attack

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Listen)
I like you a lot
You've got what it takes
To rock that Lars emo spot

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Yo)
Now tell me what to do
When the playback is too quiet
And the song's already through

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Look)
I like you a lot
You've got what it takes
To rock that Lars emo spot

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Yo)
Now tell me what to do
When the playback is too quiet
And the song's already through

Because girls are so confusing
And I guess they'll always be
I should become a monk
Resigned to celibacy

Then I'd never have to worry
About what a hug might mean
See these girls who want to be your friend
May be just what they seem

We had burritos in your dorm
And talked about ?Dizzy Rascal?
We wrote a song together
And recorded it and that's all

Romantic love
Is fear, of waking up alone
In Red Wood City with platonic
Voice mail on your phone

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Listen)
I like you a lot
(Yo)
You've got what it takes
To rock that Lars emo spot

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Hey)
Now tell me what to do
(What?)
When the playback is too quiet
And the song's already through

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Look)
I like you a lot
(Right)
You've got what it takes
To rock that Lars emo spot

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Yo)
Now tell me what to do
(When)

When the playback is too quiet
And the song's already through
Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Rapgirl, rapgirl)

Suburban rap queen
I wrote this song for you
Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Rapgirl, rapgirl)
Suburban rap queen
What's an MC to do?

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Rapgirl - Lyrics - Mc Lars Horris

Title: Rapgirl
Artist: Mc Lars Horris
Composer(s): Andrew R Nielsen

Lyric:
The following is an entirely fictional account
Any similarities between people living or dead
Is entirely coincidental
Just kidding

She fell from the sky
On a black October night
She wrote these funny songs
And everyone was tight

She asked me for advice
On jump starting her career
But I'm staring in her eyes
And she's talking in my ear

Suburban rap queen
I wrote this song for you
Suburban rap queen
What's a MC to do?

Suburban rap queen
Every Biggie needs a Kim
Suburban rap queen
Sometimes you lose sometimes you win

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Listen)
I like you a lot, you've got what it takes
To rock that Lars emo spot
Rapgirl, rapgirl

Check it
Now tell me what to do
When the playback is too quiet
And the song's already through?

This is called a break beat
It's the musical element hip-hop
Was founded upon back in 1969
Now that's educational

She fell from the sky with a superhero icon
We battled in the studio like, ?Hey, yo is this mic on??
I went down for the count, she went up on the beat
I told her she was hot because stuff like that is sweet

She attacked me with her similes like killer bees at a park
I came back with a metaphor, an angry great white shark
The bass line that she struck, threw me flat on my back
So I came back with a track in a lyrical attack

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Listen)
I like you a lot
You've got what it takes
To rock that Lars emo spot

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Yo)
Now tell me what to do
When the playback is too quiet
And the song's already through

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Look)
I like you a lot
You've got what it takes
To rock that Lars emo spot

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Yo)
Now tell me what to do
When the playback is too quiet
And the song's already through

Because girls are so confusing
And I guess they'll always be
I should become a monk
Resigned to celibacy

Then I'd never have to worry
About what a hug might mean
See these girls who want to be your friend
May be just what they seem

We had burritos in your dorm
And talked about ?Dizzy Rascal?
We wrote a song together
And recorded it and that's all

Romantic love
Is fear, of waking up alone
In Red Wood City with platonic
Voice mail on your phone

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Listen)
I like you a lot
(Yo)
You've got what it takes
To rock that Lars emo spot

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Hey)
Now tell me what to do
(What?)
When the playback is too quiet
And the song's already through

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Look)
I like you a lot
(Right)
You've got what it takes
To rock that Lars emo spot

Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Yo)
Now tell me what to do
(When)

When the playback is too quiet
And the song's already through
Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Rapgirl, rapgirl)

Suburban rap queen
I wrote this song for you
Rapgirl, rapgirl
(Rapgirl, rapgirl)
Suburban rap queen
What's an MC to do?

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Z - Money Ain'T A Thing - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Money Ain'T A Thing
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Steven R Arrington, Charles C Carter, Shawn C Carter, Waung Hankerson, Roger Parker, Jermaine Dupri

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Lyric:
Uh, uh, so so Def
Yeah, yeah

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all lames aside

Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun, son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it

Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one, zero, zero, zero, oh doub'
Damn, near out the rear trunk when I roll up

Multi 'til I close up, it's all basic
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big things
Take small groups, turn them into big names

The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match
Cats say, I'm the shit man
The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do

Get more burn than a candle
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
In the black C-low, he know if she look
She go bye, bye with da, da and I ain't gotta say no mo'

I'm 'The Truth' like A.I., got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know about y'all but every night I swing

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

Y'all shit ain't for real 'til y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill
Said, she loved my necklace, started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awesome
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light gray
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice

So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level
Where I'm at your check, you better double that
And personally your raps is where the trouble at

I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screamin' it's not a game
Gleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

So so Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'
You know, all we do is
Rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on

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Money Aint A Thang - Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Money Aint A Thang
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Steven R Arrington, Charles C Carter, Shawn C Carter, Waung Hankerson, Roger Parker, Jermaine Dupri

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Lyric:
Uh uh
So So Def
Yeah, yeah

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Come on, y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all lames aside

Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it

Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'
Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up

Multi 'til I close up, it's all basic
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big things
Take small groups, turn them into big names

The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match
Cats say, "I'm the shit man"
The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do

Get more burn than a candle
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
In the black C-low, he know if she look
She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'

I'm "The Truth" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know about y'all but every night I swing

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill
Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck, I call a chain reaction

Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awesome
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice

Yeah, yeah, so let's play

So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level
Where I'm at, your check, you better double that
And personally your raps is where the trouble at

I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screamin', it's not a game
Gleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even, me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'
You know, all we do is
Rock, rock on
Rock, rock on
Rock

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Z - Money Ain'T A Thang - Lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - Jay

Title: Z - Money Ain'T A Thang
Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Steven R Arrington, Charles C Carter, Shawn C Carter, Waung Hankerson, Roger Parker, Jermaine Dupri

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Lyric:
Uh uh
So so def
Yeah, yeah

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out
Money ain't a thang

Bubble hard in the double are flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back
Money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
'Cause the money ain't a thang

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips
Money ain't a thang

Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

I flex the rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all lames aside

Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I the chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it

Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'
Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up

Multi till I close up, it's all basic
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and Jay-Z got it locked crazy
Where you at haters?

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out
Money ain't a thang

Bubble hard in the double r flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back
Money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
'Cause the money ain't a thang

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips
Money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
It's slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big things
Take small groups, turn them into big names

The big dog with the big chain, frost bit bracelet to match
Cats say I'm the shit man
The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do

Get more burnt than a candle
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
In the black C-low, he know if she look
She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no more

I'm the truth like air, got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know why 'cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know bout y'all but every night I swing

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out
Money ain't a thang

Bubble hard in the double are flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back
Money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
'Cause the money ain't a thang

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips
Money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

Y'all shit ain't for real till y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill
Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

Went from wholesome to jigga, you owed some
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice

Yeah, yeah, so let's play
So what, you went gold and Rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gonna take a lot more to see my level
Where I'm at, your check, you better double that

And personally your raps is where the trouble at
I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screaming it's not a game
Gleaming, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-z got it locked, crazy

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out
Money ain't a thang

Bubble hard in the double r flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back
Money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
'Cause the money ain't a thang

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips
Money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

So, so def, roc-a-fella, collabo'
You know, all we do is rock, rock on
Rock, rock on, rock, rock on

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Self Suicide - Lyrics - Greatest Hits - Goldie Lookin Chain

Title: Self Suicide
Album: Greatest Hits
Artist: Goldie Lookin Chain
Composer(s): Christopher Dominic Edge, Rhys William Hutchings, John Edward Rutledge, Howard David Blake, Adam James Sadler

Lyric:
I'm gonna lie on my back
An' you put your fingers down my mouth, right
No, no, do it right, like, augh ugh
I'm gonna do a Jimi Hendrix, eugh
I'm gonna be sick in my sleep, eugh, augh ahu ugh

I tries to do it proper but it kept comin' up a cropper
I needs some hype, I think I'll ram raid happy shopper
Haven't got a car so I use a space hopper
Bouncin' to the window, cut my head, show stopper

I want a hundred fans, 200 teeny boppers
I want police protection from 87 coppers
I wanna go gold, even better platinum
If you wanna be a star you gotta kill yourself, man

It's the truth, step back, take a look around
Elvis is dead for bein' fat, 500 pound
Kurt Cobain's rich as fuck, he's buried in the ground
Jimi Hendrix an' his amp still ain't makin' no sound

Michael Hutchence, he's one of 'em too
Made a hundred million quid dying wanking on the loo
S.U.I.C.I.D.E.
It might be messy but it's money for free

Suicide is painless or so it has been said
I could've killed myself but I'd be better off dead
So I took a deep breath, put a gun against my head
Pulled the trigger, click, should've been eatin' lead

But I wasn't, I was naked in John Frost Square
Mothers on pushchairs stopped an' stared
For this situation I was quite unprepared
Tried suicide to be famous but nobody cared

Committin' suicide to enhance my career
It worked for Mickey an' Tupac Shakir
Jesus was nailed up to some wood
2000 years later an' book sales are still good

I heard in a song suicide is painless
An' it's 80 percent sure to make you famous
Wankin' with a bag on yer head, tied to a door
That bloke from INXS, he knew the score

S.U.I.C.I.D.E.
It might be messy but it's money for free
S.U.I.C.I.D.E.
It might be messy but it's money for free

I gotta kill myself, I gotta do's it quick
John Entwistle sly, he was snortin' arsenic
I keep takin' all this coke to make me die
Doin' more drugs than they make in fuckin' ICI

It's the best way to go, don't think me dull
I'm not gonna fall off the roof like the flid Rod Hull
We want people to sing all our songs
And the nuns at St. Joseph's rappin' on smokin' bongs

We wanna be remembered when we're six feet under
For hip hoppin' not robbings, fuckin' beatings or plunder
At the moment I'm not dead like David Kampasey
Double platinum means you gotta be pushin' up daisies

Dad's army's all dead, every last one
But the cunts is still goin' on BBC1
Yeah, that's right, I smoke draw from Wales
Suicide's a good idea to improve vinyl sales

It's useless, it's crap, I'll never be in the sun
How can I be a pop star when I can't buy a gun?
Jimmy Morrison overdosed in the bath
I know, I'll hang myself with my scarf

Tied to the stairs, danglin' by my neck
The cord length I forgot to check
Stuck there for a week, unable to shriek
The landlord found me an' he called me a freak

He cut me down an' started to laugh
"If you're dead next week gimme your autograph"
You know I thanked him, returned to my room
The new plan is to go out with a boom

To the station, with a petrol can
"Five pound please", I say to the man
All set up an' ready to burn
The wheel on my lighter just won't turn

Suicide is a suicyclebbl
Suicide is a suicyclebbl
Suicide is a suicyclebbl
I wanna be famous after I die

Proven fact, man, if you're dead you sell more
That drummer from Def Leppard
His arm has made 30 times more than he has

You know that our Elvis? Well, he's dead famous now
And he's dead and he's face, he's more famous now like
He's dead like you know, I, I suppose what a lot like
Fuckin' simple economics

They reckon Bob Marley's dead
But he's not, man
'Coz he was on the TV last night, man
Just don't lie to me, man

I thought I was havin' a go at an overdose
But I, I, I don't think you can overdose on Beecham's Flu Plus
I think one of the blokes off of Dad's army is still alive
I think he's bummin' Martin in Eastenders, innit?

I'll get the ropes an' we'll tie them to the walls
An' we all jump off at the same time an' break our necks
An' we'll make at least 13 quid an' you knows we'll be famous
like fuckin' Gandhi or, or like the bloke off that sex film we seen

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