Speedin' - Lyrics - Trilla - Rick Ross

Title: Speedin'
Album: Trilla
Artist: Rick Ross
Composer(s): Kevin Cossom, Andrew Harr, Jermaine Jackson, Robert Kelly, William Roberts

Lyric:
Legendary, Runners, you know me
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, Trilla
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Every dollar that I count can't go in my account
My accountant can't count up all my money in a hour
?Cause it's comin? too fast and I'm scared it won't last
Look that white girl in her face, told her this was her last dance

Goddamn, speedin' got my heart racin?
I don't have the nominations you could blame that on my occupation
Ceasar salad, Ceasar's Palace
You're not a boss little nigga 'cause your cheese is average

In the Benz, AK, ridin? shotgun
It's a Benz ?cause you're broke ?til you got one
It ain't nothin' doin? 100 in the Maybach
Throwin? money out the roof motherfuck the brake pads

Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs
Speedin?, I'm speedin?
I can't stop, it's all I know
From a youngin? I was taught get doe
I'm speedin?, speedin?, I'm speedin?

These people came lookin? for me, shit I got ghosts
See the West Coast close up in the Montrose
Big money, boss major
American Idol, I got fans like Fantasia

Read between the lines or yo' ass like Fantasia
Get hit between the eyes, he died, they can't save him
In a Porsche, I'm weavin?
No dough, but I'm speedin?

I?m starin' at the skyline I got a million on my mind
I'm the best and these pussy niggas runnin' out of time
Ricky Ross, I'm the chill, quarter mill for the timepiece
Yeah, I bought a wheels like deals with the dime beats

Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs
Speedin?, I'm speedin?
I can't stop, it's all I know
From a youngin? I was taught get doe
I'm speedin?, speedin?, I'm speedin?

Sittin? in the livin' room, watchin' The Grammys
Wishin' that was me that was on The Grammys
All I needed was someone to get behind me
Money rain on me!

I was a determined ill nigger, dirty shoes and Hilfiger
Homie helped me out 'cause his boy was a drug dealer
Now I'm flyin? high ?cause my gifts grew wings
And now I'm flyin? down like the coupe grew wings

Kells and Ross on the Hollywood scene
Red carpet and we smellin? like green
Now I floss ?cause I got paid off
Collabo was the Hip Hop and R&B boss, oh!

Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs
Speedin?, I'm speedin?
I can't stop, it's all I know
From a youngin? I was taught get doe
I'm speedin?, I'm speedin?, I'm speedin?

E-Class, I think somebody followin? me
Meet me at the helipad, Mickey Beach
I'm worth fifteen million baby
I'm tryin' to blow it all in one week!

Fuckin' wit you, Triple C?s, it?s the Boss
(I'm speedin I'm speedin')
I'm a fly away on you haters
I done came up so fast
Movies, endorsements, films
(I'm speedin I'm speedin')
We own things, Boss!

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Speedin' Back To My Baby - Lyrics - Ikons [4 CD Set] - Kiss

Title: Speedin' Back To My Baby
Album: Ikons [4 CD Set]
Artist: Kiss
Composer(s): A Frehley, J Frehley

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Lyric:
I'm drivin' down the road, doin' 95 miles per hour, oh yeah
My radio's blastin' and I'm passin' cars faster and faster, aha
I'm feelin' kinda down 'cause I left her with a frown, my baby, oh yeah
We always seem to fight when things are goin' right and maybe, aha

Maybe I should turn around, maybe I should stop
Maybe I should turn around

Speedin' back to my baby and I don't mean maybe
Speedin' back to my baby and I don't mean maybe

You know, maybe I should turn around, maybe I should stop
Maybe I should turn around

I'm lookin' for a station 'cause there's no acceleration to get back, oh yeah
(Speedin' back, speedin' back)
My gage is showin' red and my battery's dead, I'd better find one fast
(Speedin' back, ooh, speedin' back)

The whole thing began 'cause I saw her with a man, my baby, oh yeah
(Ooh, speedin' back, ooh, speedin' back)
I really wouldn't mind but you know I've got my pride to think of, aha
(Ooh, speedin' back, ooh, speedin' back)

Maybe I should turn around, maybe I should stop
Maybe I should turn around

Speedin' back to my baby and I don't mean maybe
Speedin' back to my baby and I don't mean maybe

I found me a station, now I got acceleration to get back, oh yeah
(Speedin' back, ooh, speedin' back)
She's my only girl and to me she's just the world, so maybe, aha
(Ooh, speedin' back, ooh, speedin' back)

Maybe I should turn around, maybe I should stop
Maybe I should turn around

Speedin' back to my baby and I don't mean maybe
Speedin' back to my baby and I don't mean maybe
Speedin' back to my baby and I don't mean maybe
...

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Speed Law - Lyrics - Black On Both Sides - Mos Def

Title: Speed Law
Album: Black On Both Sides
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Dante Beze, Charles Njapa

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Lyric:
Watch it
Relax, pump the brakes
You're speeding money
Watch it
You'll smash your whole shit up
Lights be changing fast on these streets money, slow down
Watch it
Sleeping on the wrong cats

Clear like a megaphone
Pretty nigga heart skipped the metronome
Rocked the trump tower to the terror dome
Poor house to pleasure domes
Soprano, alto, tenor to baritone
Mos Def one of the illest that you ever known

Rock steady baby, you a stepping stone
Smash your foundation into pebbles
My words leave your nerves unsettled
You take it to the next level down
Looking like a circus clown
Cats like you can't even get a pound

Worldwide from the river to lakeside
My stage show stay live
Make the sound man stage dive
I cut fat cats to eight lives
With my eight ball lines
I'm home 'fore I'm done with all nine

Got you shook like a fault line
Come all shine and get tarnished
Brooklyn got your pay roll garnished
They form a huddle
Whisper like they want trouble
I melt the ice grills into rainwater puddles

Make the proud hearted leave on the humble
Black steel in the hour
Assemble my skill form my power
My poems crush bones into powder
You mumble like a coward
I'm Mos Def, you need to speak louder

Super heroes
Get your power, your masks and capes snatched
Brooklyn take what you can't take back
I know a lot of cats hate that
All I can say black
There's a city full of walls
You can post complaints at

All the doubters and believers
Adjust your receivers
I feel it, you can taste it through the speakers
The three six original sketch lyrics so visual
They rent my rhyme books
At your nearest home video

Tell them cats they need to sit back and observe where they at
Brook-nahm Vietnam
The heat is on
Put your joint on cruise
Try to rush you scuff your brake shoes, just cool and relax
Take a breath, take ten paces back
Stay on time like Omegas
Brooklyn patrol like interstates
Take their license and their registration papers

My joint's so passionate
Make you peal out and mash your shit
Get wild cold crash your whip
Front chassis wrecked
But ock you can't be too upset
Tow truck got my tape in the deck

I'm permanent like tattoos and birth marks
Third degree burn marks
Driving on tracks like Dale Earnheart
Stay on the low like the earth spot
Put a big loss on your earn chart
Nice since the nurse signed my birth chart

Seldom seen but often heard
While your jams is barely heard
Just my name is a daily word
From avenues to streets, terraces and park places
Stair wells, jail cells
Penthouse to basements

Arrangement basic
But still fans chase it
Y2K can't delete the true ancient
Apache war drum on the ranges
Skill level dangerous
Arrow head that killed all the cavemen

They cry John Blazing
But step on the pavement
And get violated like a plaintiff
I ain't shit to play with
I give a goddamn what your name is
Delete it and make it so it never get repeated

Believe it
Tell the feds, tell your girl, tell your mother
Conference call you wack
Crew and tell each other
That they just ain't holding me
I'm Mos Def, your hopefully
Mush off or you get bust off like a ovary

Tell them cats they need to ease back and observe where they at
Brook-nahm Vietnam
The heat is on
Put your joint on cruise
In a rush you scuff your brake shoes, just cool and relax
Take a breath, take ten paces back
Brook-nahm Vietnam
The heat is on, no off-ramp or detour
Make these gassed up jokers observe the speed law

Make these gassed up clowns observe the speed law
Make these gassed up clowns observe the speed law
'Cause they speedin', speedin', speedin', speedin', speedin'
Speedin', speedin', speedin', speedin', speedin'
Speedin', speedin', speedin', speedin', speedin'

Relax
Slow down, you better chill money
Lights be changing fast on these streets dude
Smash your whole shit up
You better cool out money
It ain't like that out here

Look at these cats man
It's funny man
He probably just got that car
About to fuck your whole shit up
Speed laws out here money

Knight riding cats
In control like interstates, state-ahs, state-ahs
State-ahs, state-ahs, state-ahs, state-ahs, state-ahs
State-ahs, state-ahs, state-ahs, state-ahs, state-ahs
Stay the
Fuck off the road, money

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Speedin' Back To My Bbaby - Lyrics - Ace Frehley

Title: Speedin' Back To My Bbaby
Artist: Ace Frehley
Composer(s): A Frehley, J Frehley

Lyric:
I'm drivin' down the road, doin' 95 miles per hour, oh yeah
My radio's blastin' and I'm passin' cars faster and faster, aha
I'm feelin' kinda down 'cos I left her with a frown, my baby, oh yeah
We always seem to fight when things are goin' right and maybe, aha
Maybe I should turn around, maybe I should stop, maybe I should turn around

Speedin' back to my baby, and I don't mean maybe
Speedin' back to my baby, and I don't mean maybe

You know, maybe I should turn around, maybe I should stop
Maybe I should turn around

I'm lookin' for a station, 'cos there's no acceleration to get back, oh yeah
My gage is showin' red and my battery's dead, I'd better find one fast
The whole thing began 'cos I saw her with a man, my baby, oh yeah
I really wouldn't mind, but you know I've got my pride to think of, aha

You know, maybe I should turn around, maybe I should stop
Maybe I should turn around

Speedin' back to my baby, and I don't mean maybe
Speedin' back to my baby, and I don't mean maybe

I found me a station, now I got acceleration to get back, oh yeah
She's my only girl and to me she's just the world, so maybe, aha

You know, maybe I should turn around, maybe I should stop
Maybe I should turn around

Speedin' back to my baby, and I don't mean maybe
Speedin' back to my baby, and I don't mean maybe

Speedin' back to my baby, and I don't mean maybe
Speedin' back to my baby, and I don't mean maybe

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Speedin' Back To My Baby - Lyrics - Ace Frehley

Title: Speedin' Back To My Baby
Artist: Ace Frehley
Composer(s): A Frehley, J Frehley

Lyric:
I'm drivin' down the road, doin' 95 miles per hour, oh yeah
My radio's blastin' and I'm passin' cars faster and faster, aha
I'm feelin' kinda down 'cos I left her with a frown, my baby, oh yeah
We always seem to fight when things are goin' right and maybe, aha
Maybe I should turn around, maybe I should stop, maybe I should turn around

Speedin' back to my baby, and I don't mean maybe
Speedin' back to my baby, and I don't mean maybe

You know, maybe I should turn around, maybe I should stop
Maybe I should turn around

I'm lookin' for a station, 'cos there's no acceleration to get back, oh yeah
My gage is showin' red and my battery's dead, I'd better find one fast
The whole thing began 'cos I saw her with a man, my baby, oh yeah
I really wouldn't mind, but you know I've got my pride to think of, aha

You know, maybe I should turn around, maybe I should stop
Maybe I should turn around

Speedin' back to my baby, and I don't mean maybe
Speedin' back to my baby, and I don't mean maybe

I found me a station, now I got acceleration to get back, oh yeah
She's my only girl and to me she's just the world, so maybe, aha

You know, maybe I should turn around, maybe I should stop
Maybe I should turn around

Speedin' back to my baby, and I don't mean maybe
Speedin' back to my baby, and I don't mean maybe

Speedin' back to my baby, and I don't mean maybe
Speedin' back to my baby, and I don't mean maybe

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Take It From Here - Lyrics - Justified - Justin Timberlake

Title: Take It From Here
Album: Justified
Artist: Justin Timberlake
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Justin Timberlake, Pharrell L Williams

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Lyric:
Some times
Some times the world gets hard
I'll take it from here, girl
Don't you worry

I wanna be a lake for you, babe
And any problems that you have I wanna wash 'em away
I wanna be your sky, so blue and high
And every time you think of me I wanna blow your mind

I wanna be your air, so sweet and fair
So when you feel that you can't breathe, ma, I'll be
There
I wanna be your answer of time
When you see how I put your life before mine with no
Question

When all the love feels gone and you can't carry on
Don't worry, girl, I'mma take it from here
Just as sure as the sun will shine every mornin'
Every time
Don't worry, girl, I'mma take it from here

I wanna hold your hands, review all your plans
I wanna make sure every one of your dreams'll stand
I wanna be your Broadway show on review (Why)
So I could act how God was when he made you

I wanna be your lighthouse when you get lost
I'll light a bright and shiny path to help you across
(Light the way for you, baby)
I wanna be your mother, see what I see
When you see that can't nobody hold you like me 'cause
I love you

When all the love feels gone and you can't carry on
Don't worry, girl, I'mma take it from here (Take it
From here, baby)
Just as sure as the sun will shine every mornin'
Every time
Don't worry, girl (No, no, no, no), I'mma take it from
Here

And when there's no one there at home and you realize
The world is cold
Don't worry, girl, I'mma take it from here (That's
What I'm gonna do)
Just as sure as the sun will shine every mornin'
Every time (Don't you worry, baby, baby girl)
Don't worry, girl (Baby girl), I'mma take it from here

Give me one reason why we should not be leavin'
This world is so deceivin', the time is now
Let's fly away speedin' through the Garden of Eden
Where all the sweet breathin' and love surrounds

When all the love feels gone and you can't carry on
Don't worry, girl, I'mma take it from here
Just as sure as the sun will shine every mornin'
Every time
Don't worry, girl, I'mma take it from here

Give me one reason why we should not be leavin'
This world is so deceivin', the time is now
Let's fly away speedin' (Fly away) through the Garden
Of Eden
Where all the sweet breathin' and love surrounds

When all the love feels gone and you can't carry on
Don't worry, girl, I'mma take it from here
Just as sure as the sun will shine every mornin'
Every time
Don't worry, girl, I'mma take it from here

Got something I wanna tell you, baby
Now they always the way write books
See, there's the good guys and also heartbreak crooks
Your heart's the real one, just take a look inside
'Cause there's a colorful illustrated guide

So there you go
To help you weather the storm
I'll be there, mami
No matter what time, no matter what place
You could always count on me
I'll take it from here

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Gotta See Jane - Lyrics - Love Sweat - Golden Earring

Title: Gotta See Jane
Album: Love Sweat
Artist: Golden Earring
Composer(s): Ron Miller, Richard Dean Taylor

Lyric:
Red light, green light
Speedin' through the dark night
Drivin' through the poundin' rain
I gotta see Jane

Windshield, wiper splashin'
Splashin', callin' out her name
Just gotta see Jane
I left her arms to find my way

To find a place for me in the world outside
I wasn't alive, I could not survive
The frantic pace, the constant chase
To win the race, turned my heart cold inside

I gotta find what I left behind
Red light, green light
Speedin' through the dark night
Drivin' through the poundin' rain

I gotta see Jane
Freeway, byway
Tearin' up the highway
Runnin' up a world insane
Just gotta see Jane

A town of steel that isn't real
It could not feel what's in the heart of me
I was so alone in a world of stone
I missed her arms, that once held me

That made me see, I was the lonely one
But now and then I was runnin' scared
And I could feel the touch of time
Turnin' the wheel of life to yesterday

When love and happiness were mine
I gotta find that world of Jane and me
Liked it used to be
Oh, I gotta see Jane

Her love for me I pushed aside
Walked out alone
To face a world turned cold
Although I tried I could not survive

The frantic pace, the constant chase
To win the race, it's not a part of me
I've gotta find what I left behind
Oh, I gotta see Jane, I gotta see Jane

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Next Time - Lyrics - Undiscovered - Brooke Hogan

Title: Next Time
Album: Undiscovered
Artist: Brooke Hogan
Composer(s): Makeba Riddick, Robert Waller, Scott Spencer Storch

Lyric:
Ah, here we go

Oh, I'm just lookin' for a guy
That's got some of every little thing I want
Not tryna play with my mind
I hope you do better next time

I'm just lookin' for a guy
That's got some of every little thing I want
Not tryna play with my mind
I hope you do better next time

You thought I didn't hear about it
You thought that I wouldn't care
Why was I the last to know it
So now you?re not playing fair

She told me every time you called her
How you gave her your photograph
So now I?m just laughing at you
'Cause once she?s gone can?t have me back

Everybody knows the truth, the jokes on you
I?m letting go of everything we used to do
I don?t even wanna think about it, sittin' home all alone I doubt it
Gotto go, pick up my phone and I?m not callin' you
So please don?t act surprised because I told you for the last time

So I'm lookin' for a guy
Who can hang with me all night
Gotta know just what I like, speedin' off in his ride
End up gettin' butterflies, I hope you do better next time

So why would I sit out on the side
'Cause I?m movin' on with my life
Gotta find me a guy
Who could give me butterflies, I hope you do better next time

It?s funny how now you want me, I like how the tables turn
I used to be cryin' for ya but I?m no longer concerned
So now we could both be honest and I can finally be me
According to what I?m feelin', I?m better off bein' free

Everybody knows the truth, the jokes on you
I?m letting go of everything we used to do
I don?t even wanna think about it, sittin' home all alone I doubt it
Gotto go, pick up my phone and I?m not callin' you
So please don?t act surprised because I told you for the last time

So I'm lookin' for a guy
Who can hang with me all night
Gotta know just what I like, speedin' off in his ride
End up gettin' butterflies, I hope you do better next time

So why would I sit out on the side
'Cause I?m movin' on with my life
Gotta find me a guy
Who could give me butterflies, I hope you do better next time

Oh, I'm just lookin' for a guy
That's got some of every little thing I want
Not tryna play with my mind
I hope you do better next time

I'm just lookin' for a guy
That's got some of every little thing I want
Not tryna play with my mind
I hope you do better next time

Everybody knows the truth, the jokes on you
I?m letting go of everything we used to do
I don?t even wanna think about it, sittin' home all alone I doubt it
Gotto go, pick up my phone and I?m not callin' you
So please don?t act surprised because I told you for the last time

Baby do what I like, yeah

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Nothin' Better To Do - Lyrics - Family - Leann Rimes

Title: Nothin' Better To Do
Album: Family
Artist: Leann Rimes
Composer(s): Darrell Brown, Leann Rimes, Dean Sheremet

Lyric:
Hung my cotton dress on rusted wire
Up there on Pilahatchee Bridge
Just a crazy roughneck's daughter
Jumped head-first into the water
Baptized away my sins

Hitched to town with Bobby Jo and Tommy
Couple of lookers, new best friends
We slipped in the back of Sunday service
Know them church ladies, they heard us
Bum smoke money from the offering

Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handiwork
Oh, the trouble you'll get into
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do"
Yeah!

Sign read 'Bait, Chips, Beer and Ammunition'
That Slim-Jim bag boy hadn't a prayer
Well, I hiked my skirt and did the talkin'
While them boys were busy walkin'
Case of .5 out the back door

Hid deep in the Mississippi backwoods
We danced and played around 'til dark
Well, I had them wrestlin' for my first kiss
Turned into a fight and they missed
Me speedin' off in Tommy's car

Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handiwork
Oh, the trouble you'll get into
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do"
Yeah!

Nobody hurt, nobody harmed
Nobody's business but my own
Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handiwork
Oh, the trouble you'll get into"

You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do

You got nothin' better to do, babe, got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, babe, you got nothin' better to do, no no
Got nothin' better to do, babe, you got nothin' better to do, no no
Got nothin' better to do, babe, you got nothin' better to do, no no!

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Lost @ 'C' - Lyrics - Canibus

Title: Lost @ 'C'
Artist: Canibus
Composer(s): Irv Lorenzo, Germaine Williams, Tiawan Green

Lyric:
Yo, yo, yo
Now when you see that big ass 'C', you know I'm comin' through
And when you know I'm comin' through, you know what I'ma do
I never said that battlin' me would be impossible
I just think it's highly motherfuckin' improbable
You talkin' to a nigga that can split molecules
Subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull
Body-slam two oxes and drop a mule
Urinatin' rocket fuel, freestylin' over Gospel tunes

Rhymes by the thousands, rhymes for hours
I could kick a rhyme longer than your whole album
The kickboxer, beatin' the shit out niggaz proper
I beat 'em till they holla, beat 'em till the cops come
Beatin' niggaz till they have seizures, beat 'em till they start screamin'
Like fax machines when they start receivin'
Beat 'em till my own hands start bleedin'
Beat 'em till they lungs stop breathin' and they heart stop beatin'

From 12 a.m. to 12 p.m. in the evenin'
With three 15 minute breaks in between 'em
Good Jesus, that's a real West Indian beatin'
That's what you get for fuckin' with this lyrical demon
My bloodstream's been contaminated for eons
I got cast out of heaven for treason
Got cast out of the Garden of Eden
For lettin' the reptilian beast in
Got locked up for a DUI and speedin'

A whole legion of half-decent emcees'll get released when
They spit a hundred bars for they freedom
See I'm much too nice to compete with
Too nice to flow over beats with, too nice to hold a M I C with
Off some diesel Hercules shit, I cold flip
And start to punch trees till they leafless
Inhale with two real deep breaths, hold my breath
Till the whole planet suffocates and then release it
(Release it)

Yo, you ain't as cold as us or as bold as us
When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us
'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us or get blown to dust

Yo, you ain't as cold as us or as bold as us
When we in the war zone we got the chrome with us
'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us or get blown to dust
(Ashes to ashes and dust to dust)

Yo, yo
Now for the last couple of months things been real quiet
'Cuz I ain't heard shit worth buyin'
I'm 'bout to show you niggaz how I'm driven
The drive comes from my lyrics
And my lyrics come from my inner spirit
Vibratin' and spinnin', faster than 12-cylinder engines
With nitrogen in 'em, faster than F-1 McLaren pistons
Fast enough to give your brain an aneurysm
'Cuz you niggaz is slower than fat bitches metabolism

The way I rip apart the competition when I be spittin'
The name Canibus might as well be Cannibalism
Show me a man that can't feel him
I'll show you a man that'll grab him by the neck
And put his head to the fan on the ceilin'
Suffer real, 'Banned from television' shit
Drop him off the roof of a buildin' and let the news film him
I hop in front of the cameras and tell 'em how I'm feelin'
I tell 'em how I feel that hip hop, should deal with it

Tell 'em how I'm tired of the state rappers in
Ninety percent of the shit that rappers kick is subject matter-less
Not original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the same characters
Shootin' the same videos, it's embarassin'
Usin' the same formulas to have a hit
Usin' the same actors and actresses, same shit different laxative
Face it, nigga, you wack as shit, I'm snatchin' your mic
I make you run for your life, chill durin' the daylight

Then track you at night, my global position is satellite
Got a infrared lens to test your body's Fahrenheit
Wherever you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or snow
I track you till you're seizure grows into a afro
Until you plant 'em into cornrows
Track you till your shoe soles develop holes
And you get corns on your toes
Till your teeth develop halitosis
But you been goin' so long without deodorant
You don't even notice, motherfucker

Yo, you ain't as cold as us or as bold as us
When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us
'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us or get blown to dust

Yo, you ain't as cold as us or as bold as us
When we in the war-zone we got the chrome with us
'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us or get blown to dust
(Ashes to ashes and dust to dust)

You ain't as cold as us or as bold as us
When you get thrown to the wolves, you get thrown to us
'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us or get blown to dust

Yo, you ain't as cold as us or as bold as us
When we in the war-zone we got the chrome with us
'Cuz we rollin' rough when the soldiers rush
Either you roll with us or get blown to dust
(Ashes to ashes and dust to dust)

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Store Run - Lyrics - Trey Day - Trey Songz

Title: Store Run
Album: Trey Day
Artist: Trey Songz
Composer(s): Patrick Smith, Bale'Wa M Muhammad, Vidal Davis, Andre Harris, Candice Nelson, Tremaine Neverson, Ezekiel Lewis

Lyric:
Songz, it's songbook, baby
Oh, oh, oh, ooh

Ride, ride, come and ride with the Prince
Come ride, ride, ride, ride with the Prince
Come ride, come ride, come ride, oh, let's go

Friday night, and I'm home just chillin' on the sofa
Relaxin' and I'm so glad the week is over
I got my remote, good sack of that green
I'ma lean and smoke, goin' through my cell

For the number of a chick that I met last week
And her body ain't no joke
She picked up on the first ring
"What took you so long to call me??

Recognized your name and number from the caller ID"
She said her room mate is gone and she all alone
Let me get your street address
Let me get dressed and hung up the phone and it's on

She want it, I want it too but I'm unprepared
And we came so close to goin' raw dog that we both got scared
And she said, "I ain't ready to have no babies"
Jumped up put my clothes back on
I was just about to get some, had to make a store run

Store run, pack of three up at the counter
Store run, be back in less than half an hour
Store run, I need protection and I'm out
Wait for me, keep it warm, I had to make a store run

Speedin', switchin' lanes, and I'm flyin
And tryin to get back to her before she changes her mind
'Cuz if I take too long, she might put her clothes back on

Henny in my system, she tipsy on that Grey Goose
It's obvious what she's tryna get into
Top huggin' them curves
Got a nigga like me at a loss for words

I know she can tell that I'm wit it
Wanna get it, while inside your tee
She can tell when I'm close to her
She keep lickin her lips

She touchin and she grabbin
Oh, I'ma throw her the bone, I'ma give it to her all night long
I want it bad, oh so bad but I know that it's wrong
Here we go

She want it, I want it too but I'm unprepared
And we came so close to goin' raw dog that we both got scared
And she said, "I ain't ready to have no babies"
Jumped up put my clothes back on
I was just about to get some, had to make a store run

Store run, pack of three up at the counter
Store run, be back in less than half an hour
Store run, I need protection and I'm out
Wait for me, keep it warm, I had to make a store run

Store run, pack of three up at the counter
Store run, be back in less than half an hour
Store run, I need protection and I'm out
Wait for me, keep it warm, I had to make a store run

All I could do is think of bein' inside you
Drivin' like I'm up out of my mind
Baby, here I come
And you can take your clothes back off

Store run, pack of three up at the counter
Store run, be back in less than half an hour
Store run, I need protection and I'm out
So wait for me, keep it warm, I had to make a store run

Store run, pack of three up at the counter
Store run, be back in less than half an hour
Store run, I need protection and I'm out
Wait for me, keep it warm, I had to make a store run

Store run, pack of three up at the counter
Store run, be back in less than half an hour
Store run, I need protection and I'm out
Wait for me, keep it warm, I had to make a store run

I know, I know, shoulda thought of this before
But who would've thought that we'd end up right on the kitchen floor?
I ain't ready to have no babies, no ifs, ands, buts, or maybes
I'm tryna keep it safe, girl, ain't you heard of AIDS?

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Highway Robbery - Lyrics - Tanya Tucker

Title: Highway Robbery
Artist: Tanya Tucker
Composer(s): Michael Garvin, Tom C. Shapiro, Bucky E. Jones

Lyric:
Okay Officer
I admit it, I was speedin'
But before you write me up
Let me tell you the reason

I wasn't tryin' to out run you
I was chasin' a guy who outta the blue
He committed a crime
Back about a mile or two, oh yeah

I was crusin' along
When he pulled up outta no where
He was hotter than the [Incomprehensible] he drove
And just one lane over

He aimed those angel eyes at me
He smiled like we were meant to be
For he stole my heart
From a moving car

It was highway robbery
He grabbed my heart and took off on the run
It was highway robbery
He oughta do time in my arms for what he's done

So, hey Officer
How 'bout you understandin'
Won't you turn your blue light on
And help me catch that bandit

He's got somethin' that belongs to T
I can't let him get away scott free
For it's only right
That he's mine tonight

It was highway robbery
He grabbed my heart and took off on the run
It was highway robbery
He oughta do time in my arms for what he's done

It was highway robbery
Well, he grabbed my heart and took off on the run
It was highway robbery
He oughta do time in my arms for what he's done
He oughta do time in my arms for what he's done, oh yeah

Hey Officer, let's talk 'bout this now
By the time you let me go
That boy'll be all the way in Texas
Sure is good lookin'
By the way, what color are your eyes?

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Take Me Home - Lyrics - Terror Squad

Title: Take Me Home
Artist: Terror Squad
Composer(s): J Eaddy, Brenda Russell, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, M Valenzano, N Warwar, A Lyon, Remy Smith

Lyric:
Oh
Record this one

Let me take you home
She wanna take me home and lay me up inside her home
She wanna turn me on, breakfast in the morn'
And she said, "Daddy, let me take ya home
Papi, let me take ya home"
And I said, "Mami, you can take me home
If you let the whole crew get on", bitch

I got this chick from Cali, profilin', she's wilin'
She's gangsta, she knows that she's got it like that
We was drivin' on Crenshaw, cruisin' for food
When she pulled up beside me, set off in the 'Lac

And I said, "Damn girl, you actin' like you don't know
Never seen me before
Episode of cribs on MTV, video what you think TS stand for?"
She said, "Terrific Sex" yeah that too and the diamonds is no facade
Used to be a broke nigga from the BX, now I'm rich
Got the world screamin' Terror Squad, think about it now

Everywhere we go, every other city we tour
They never say no
Seems like every other night
I got a different chick beggin' me

Let me take you home
She wanna take me home and lay me up inside her home
She wanna turn me on, breakfast in the morn'
And she said, "Daddy, let me take ya home
Papi, let me take ya home"
And I said, "Mami, you can take me home
If you let the whole crew get on", bitch

I was up in the club right, had some Remy in my cup right
And that's when I peeped him
He was lookin' so fresh and so cleaned up
He was fitted down to his sneakers
I really do mean this I ain't never seen this
There was some people standin' in between us
Had to go over there so I could meet him
I had him pimped up in the cut near the speakers

If he got a girl I know she's heated
'Cause right now I'm all he needin'
If he crush me then trust me
It's a guarantee that he's not leavin'
Told me he heard of me but don't know me
And I liked him for some reason
Invited him to my place, sat on his face
And I ain't got a man so it ain't cheatin', think about it now

I don't gotta stress, I don't ever really gotta press
They always say yes
It seems like every other night
I got a different nigga beggin' me

Let me take you home
She wanna take me home and lay me up inside her home
She wanna turn me on, breakfast in the morn'
And she said, "Daddy, let me take ya home
Papi, let me take ya home"
And I said, "Mami, you can take me home
If you let the whole crew get on", bitch

You's a big girl, eat it up, now tell ya friend
To hold your hair while you eatin' up
A little hot, little drunk, little weeded up
We in the truck and freakin' off while the speakers bump
I'm steady speedin' up, swervin' the bumps
I'm tryna fuck but I ain't tryna fuck her 23's up
So I ease up, drunk and focused
Tryna watch the road but yo the back seats heatin' up

And so I'm keepin' them, wish you could see them
I know you hear them breathin' like you been possessed by a demon
I know you heated, wish you was here
But gotta go now have a good evening
Hang up the phone now, have a good weekend
Shorty just called the boat the front seat
And I think she's about to go down Four Seasons
I know the horn, ain't beep for no reason

3 in the mornin' and actin' indecent
She so horny, damn, this shit seems like every other night
I get a group of chicks beggin' me

Let me take you home
She wanna take me home and lay me up inside her home
She wanna turn me on, breakfast in the morn'
And she said, "Daddy, let me take ya home
Papi, let me take ya home"
And I said, "Mami, you can take me home
If you let the whole crew get on", bitch

Let me take you home
She wanna take me home and lay me up inside her home
She wanna turn me on, breakfast in the morn'
And she said, "Daddy, let me take ya home
Papi, let me take ya home"
And I said, "Mami, you can take me home
If you let the whole crew get on", bitch

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Drive Like Lightning (Crash Like Thunder) - Lyrics - Brian Setzer

Title: Drive Like Lightning (Crash Like Thunder)
Artist: Brian Setzer
Composer(s): Brian Setzer, Mark Winchester

Lyric:
I'm gonna take my baby on a little joy ride
Well, she'll be ghost-white pale sittin' by my side
Yeah, I'll shakin' like a leaf and it ain't no wonder
Drive like lightning, crash like thunder

I'm gonna race with the devil, speedin' down the track
And if he beats me to the line, I ain't comin' back
Yeah, you ain't worth nothin' when you're six feet under
Drive like lightning, crash like thunder

Drive like lightning crash like thunder
Ain't worth nothin' when you're six feet under
All wrapped up in hot chrome and steel
Drag my body, well, behind the wheel

Got a pair of dice swingin' in my Detroit casket
I got a rabbit foot hangin' from my black leather jacket
We won't get out alive, so it ain't no wonder
Drive like lightning, crash like thunder

Well, baby, please try to understand
I'm just a little speck of dust blowin' in the sand
Yeah, we won't get out alive, so why should we wonder
Drive like lightning, crash like thunder

Drive like lightning crash like thunder
It ain't worth nothin' when you're six feet under
All wrapped up in hot chrome and steel
Drag my body, well, behind the wheel

Drive like lightning crash like thunder
It ain't worth nothin' when you're six feet under
Wrapped up in hot chrome and steel
Drag my body, well, behind the wheel

Drive like lightning, drive like lightning
Drive like lightning, drive like lightning
Crash like thunder

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Why, Why, Why - Lyrics - Slick Rick

Title: Why, Why, Why
Artist: Slick Rick
Composer(s): James Brown, Rick Walters, R Franklin

Lyric:
Back in the day, we slow kiss
And man, I did search for an interior motive
'Cuz all your look is sound hype
I wanna see if you're worthwhile, settlin' down type

God knows there's bigger
So, observe to see if you gon' sweat the next nigga
Oh, help me make green light furriers
You know in life you can't race around with no worthless

So continue the sequel
You weighed in the scale and we lived as free people
Then disagree and erupted too
I don't feel my standards are being lived up to

So erection conquers, I ran out
Went and had sex in Yonkers
God knows that flakin', jerkin' her and not the replace
Great is lookin' for

I thought you didn't love and didn't need
(Lay, hey, hey)
I thought you said forever to decease
(Lay, hey, hey)

I swore you were dishonest, do you believe?
(Lay, hey, hey)
I'll search this world forever, are you real?
(Lay, hey, hey)

Low is my time of honor
Friend material and not that type of barner
So myself out of chump
Would the problems with having worth that type of jump

Commitment, rig, act cruddy
And regardless, move made and back studyin'
Still screamin', thrown and elegance
Grown, don't play, growned intelligence

Fix what bother and another
If speed's not made, once again, who gonna suffer?
Stubborn fools came, the mule came
Over here wit a girl from the old school name

Though hit and all though back's about wit
Memories and that's about it 'cuz

'Cuz, I thought you didn't love and didn't need
(Lay, hey, hey)
I thought you said forever to decease
(Lay, hey, hey)

I swore you were dishonest, do you believe?
(Lay, hey, hey)
I'll search this world forever, are you real?
(Lay, hey, hey)

And uneasiness kept here
Even after we made this big giant step here
Womanhood, somewhere in the basement
Slowin' down again, so I'm lookin 'a replacement

Music poundin' a slow jam
Wit a girl knowin' and down wit the program
Although the honey aim style king
Wit a took broom and taimin' the wild thing

Loud, uneasiness brought out
Still tried to shove my tongue down the bushy broad mouth
Speedin', chasin' after vaccine
Tried to string along but I didn't have the patience

Learned from cussin' and confusion
Breakin' Commandments wasn't a solution
Though a few minor clicks in relationship
Still time to fix things

'Cuz, I thought you didn't love and didn't need
(Lay, hey, hey)
I thought you said forever to decease
(Lay, hey, hey)

I swore you were dishonest, do you believe?
(Lay, hey, hey)
I'll search this world forever, are you real?
(Lay, hey, hey)

'Cuz, I thought you didn't love and didn't need
(Lay, hey, hey)
I thought you said forever to decease
(Lay, hey, hey)

I swore you were dishonest, do you believe?
(Lay, hey, hey)
I'll search this world forever, are you real?
(Lay, hey, hey)

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Rev It Up - Lyrics - B*Witched - B*Witched

Title: Rev It Up
Album: B*Witched
Artist: B*Witched
Composer(s): Edele Lynch, Sinead O'Carroll, Ray Hedges, Keavy Lynch, Tracy Ackerman, Lindsay Armou, Martin Brannigan

Lyric:
Hurry up, we're all ready
All you need to bring is yourself
Gonna go slow, take it steady
'Cause there's no room for nobody else

Sun is high, sky is blue
It's so bright, we're just waitin' for you
(We know what you're doin')
Sun is high, sky is blue
It's so bright, we're just waitin' for you
We know what to do

So, "Rev it up", I said
(Don't waste time)
We know where we're goin'
Rev it up no lead
(The coastline)
Where the wind is blowin'
Hey, hey, hey

Give it up Mr. Blue Sky
Speedin' right on into the bay
Everybody wave as we drive by
To the beach where we're gonna stay

Sun is high, sky is blue
It's so bright, we're just waitin' for you
(We know what you're doin')
Sun is high, sky is blue
It's so bright, we're just waitin' for you
We know what to do, we know what to do

So, "Rev it up", I said
(Don't waste time)
We know where we're goin'
(It's alright)
Rev it up no lead
(The coastline)
Where the wind is blowin'

Hey hey hey
(We know what to do, we know what to do)
Hey hey hey
(We know what to do, we know what to do)

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
We know what to do, we know what to do

So, "Rev it up", I said
(Don't waste time)
We know where we're goin'
(It's alright)
Rev it up no lead
(The coastline)
Where the wind is blowin'
We know what to do, we know what to do

Hey
(We know what to do, we know what to do)
Hey
(We know what to do, we know what to do)

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House And The Rising Sun - Lyrics - House Of Pain

Title: House And The Rising Sun
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Jason Vasquez, Erik Schrody, Leor Dimant

Lyric:
I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit
And then I build shit, get off my dills nit
'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back
I kick my shit one time, dude, fuck the playback
I go off my head, you know I shave my shit
And ya don't quit, I say you don't quit

'Cause I'm the prodigal son, ya get well done
Just like a steak, gimme a break like Nel Carter
There's tarter on your teeth, homeboy ya got beef
Well then ya get broke, because my crew's no joke
The House Of Pain is kickin' up dirt and if we're inside the jam
Ya know we're liftin' up skirts, grabbin' on the snatch
Feelin' on the skin, I'm knockin' on your door honey let me in
'Cause I'm down with the freak mo baby
I'm at my sexual peak, young lady

Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doobie
Don't ya fuck around, I'll smack your knuckles with a ruler
Just like a nun from a catholic school
I'll make ya drool, and play the fool
Snatch ya by the ears, smack ya up like a queer
Take a puff off my blunt and then sip my beer
Kick the mean style, leave bodies in a pile
Everlast is my name, I'm from the House Of Pain
You know that I never play the punk role
'Cause I'm a white Irish man with a funk soul

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

Smooth like Beretta, quicker than the Jedi
You're soft like a feather, you little bed wetter
Baby, baby, I heard you caught the rabies
Bitin' on my shit, I have to say hay bee
Son will be rockin' until tomorrow
'Cause I've got the right one, like Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the funky pass the bottle
'Cause I get recked like if I crashed my auto

I'll play it, I'll win it, I've done it, I did it
Some say I'm kiddin' but right at this minute
I'll freak it, I'll funk it and like a country bumpkin
From Albuquerque who's gonna carve the turkey
Ready, serve, entertain like Merv
Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a prev

The Dooby funk fellow, smooth like a jello
Some say mellow, complicated like a dello
The freakin' who's speakin' freaks it every weekend
'Cause I'll be trick or treatin' I used to drive a Lincoln
Drivin', speedin', hey Rid, I'm readin'
I make more money than that kid Alex Keaton

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the mess hall
And get your grub while I'm rhymin' on your dub
Gettin' play at the club, then I step to the pub
And crack a brew, what the fuck ya gonna do?

I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill it
Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it
And take ya for a ride to where I reside
Put your face in my pillow, and have ya weepin' like a willow
I tax that but, wax that ass
Floss a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beef

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is

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Chemical Euphoria - Lyrics - Saints Will Conquer (Live) - Armored Saint

Title: Chemical Euphoria
Album: Saints Will Conquer (Live)
Artist: Armored Saint
Composer(s): J Bush, D Prichard, G Sandoval, J Vera

Lyric:
Mirror, mirror is on the shelf
Found another way to ruin and waste my health
Took to the flame put the blade away
Just cut my lifeline quickly in half today

Chemical euphoria, I'm about to crack
Mass hysteria won't get off my back
Chemical euphoria, I'm about to crack
Mass hysteria speeds my heart attack

When it rains, it pours and man, I'd say
"Looks like it's time to build an arc today
Absorb me to a pleasant void somewhere temptation
Can't link it's hand to destroy"

Chemical euphoria, I'm about to crack
Mass hysteria won't get off my back
Chemical euphoria, I'm about to crack
Mass hysteria speeds my heart attack

The heart attack
Addicted and there's no release
Addicted won't you help me please
Oh, how the road bends off the deep end

Mirror, mirror is on the shelf
Can't find satisfaction 'til I help myself
Took to the flame put the blade away
Here come the lookout, what a price to pay?

Chemical euphoria, I'm about to crack
Mass hysteria won't get off my back
Chemical euphoria, I'm about to crack
Mass hysteria speedin' up the heart attack
Chemical euphoria, chemical euphoria, chemical euphoria

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Round & Round - Lyrics - Fabolous

Title: Round & Round
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, John David Jackson

Lyric:
Yeah man, real talk New York
Yeah man, street fitted, damn
Yeah man

Round and round and round and round, whow
Round and round and round and round, whow
Round and round and round and round, whow
Round and round and round and round, whow

And they say what comes around goes around
So a cristal rolls ya down til it slows ya down, whow
I got a smoother style for me it's slow motion like Juvenile
Till I pass through ya areas, the SLR
Class lookin' serious, they has to be curious
You never seen one of the Nastiest lyricist
Speed through like he in the fast and the furious
Like pharrell, we stand on bars

Girls on us like a fan on stars
Five hundred grand on cars, you'll see a man on Mars
Before a nigga lay a hand on ours
Catch me in a diamond chain and a thick Cuban
In the piece lookin' somethin' like Rick Rubin
Put a grin on you face, then spin in you waist
The world look like it's spinnin' in space

Whow, whow, slow down mami
Uh uh, you betta keep up daddy
I show you how to get ya roll on
All ya gotta do is hold on, and it goes
Round and round and round and round, whow
Round and round and round and round, whow
Round and round and round and round, whow
Round and round and round and round, whow

What comes around goes back around again
And niggaz gon' act up now again
And what goes up must come down
And I'll be here like what's up now?
I do the yankee rockin' wit a lean
Know ya can't knock it when you clean
Girls want me on they ass like back pockets on the jeans
I just try to plug into the socket in between

Then watch me do my step
At the same time throwin' up who I rep
Street fit-t-t-ed damn, no other way to put it to you ma'am
But the look'll say d-d-damn
I can throw down like a Killa
Put slugs and banana clips that'll slow down gorillas, girl
Move like you in a hula hoop
Then blow me like you tryin' to cool ya soup, I'm hot

Whow, whow, slow down mami
Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy
I show you how to get you roll on
All you gotta do is hold on, and it goes
Round and round and round and round, whow
Round and round and round and round, whow
Round and round and round and round, whow
Round and round and round and round, whow

I'm lookin' for a ten cent wifey cool as a ten cent icey
That'll fit in vince nicely
Let 'em get close tell 'em play dimmy
Imma get swazy, you can get ghost
Well, F A Beezy, F A Sheezy
To the press suite at the F O Ceezy
I'm lookin' at you, yeah man, you lookin' at me, yeah man
Slow down ma, ya speedin' again

You can put the top down and blow weed in the wind
But for now, let yo hips go to this
Betta yet, let your lips blow a kiss
When I dip low and flip, show the wrist
It looks like a froze hypno and Cris
And I'm in amazin' shape with the D R flag on a bathe of apes

Whow, whow, slow down mami
Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy
I show you how to get your roll on
All ya gotta do is hold on, and it goes
Round and round and round and round, whow
Round and round and round and round, whow
Round and round and round and round, whow
Round and round and round and round, whow

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