Standin' On The Rock - Lyrics - Ozark Mountain Daredevils

Title: Standin' On The Rock
Artist: Ozark Mountain Daredevils
Composer(s): J Dillon

Lyric:
I been standin' on the rock, waitin' for the wind to blow
I been standin' on the rock, waitin' for the wind to blow
I been standin' on the rock, waitin' for my seeds to grow

I been walkin' on the ground, waitin' for the guns to quit
I been walkin' on the ground, waitin' for the guns to quit
I been walkin' on the ground, waitin' for the pieces to fit

Better get back to the country, look around and find you a home
Better get back to the country, look around and find you a home
Better get back to the country, that's where we all come from

I been standin' on the rock, waitin' for the wind to blow
I been standin' on the rock, waitin' for the wind to blow
I been standin' on the rock, waitin' for my seeds to grow
I been standin' on the rock, waitin' for my seeds to grow
I been standin' on the rock, waitin' for my seeds to grow

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Wanna Move - Lyrics - Press Play - Diddy

Title: Wanna Move
Album: Press Play
Artist: Diddy
Composer(s): Ciara Harris, Jacoby White, Antwan Patton, Sean Combs, Terrence Smith, Floyd Nathaniel Hills, Clifford Harris Jr, Kristal Oliver

Lyric:
ATL, Georgia to New York City
Kings have arrived, fuck with me now

Let's rock, let's rock, don't stop, let's rock
Let's rock, let's rock, don't stop, let's rock
Let's rock, let's rock, don't stop, let's rock
Let's rock, let's rock, don't stop, let's rock

Hey, forever I'm on the grind
My mind is already made up
Sippin' the finest wine
It's private jets to Jamaica

Everyday that I wake up
I look up at Christ and thank Him
Therefore He lifteths me up
So I don't see no haters

Well, let me get this shit in order, I got somethin' for you
You ever seen a black man walk on water?
Nigga, talk shit and I'ma try to ignore ya
Get disrespectful, I'ma have to come for ya

But keep it gangsta wit me, now don't go get ya lawyer
'Coz my combo quick and they comin' like De La Hoya
Watch ya ass in the streets 'coz they will come for ya
Chairman on the board, won't accept nothin' shorter

Don't you wanna move?
Don't this make you wanna groove?
Let the feelin' get to you
And let us get you high on music, on music
Come enjoy the fride

Don't you wanna move?
Don't this make you wanna groove?
Let the feelin' get to you
And let us get you high on music, on music
Come enjoy the ride

Need I remind y'all I started from the bottom
But I'm destined for the top
And I ain't stoppin' 'til I got 'em
Call me clumsy for the weight
I'm droppin' records but they break
And still standin' like the fuse on my cannon
Blowin' weight, kid

Top shelf, you gotta reach high to be the best
I'm like Hennessey and coke, XO and nothin' less
I'm the nigga, the B I G, I know you know the rest
Suppose I was to told ya no, I ain't gon' rest

I'ma bang on and make this music that we sang on
A skunk pussy nigga always got my stank on
Hang on, you wasn't shit before we came on
You know you lame, homes, you do the same song
Over and over again, you buy the game, homes

Nigga, you don't want none
Zero, ziltch, nada, [Incomprehensible]
That shut this through the [Incomprehensible]
Now blow out ya candles, you do or ya don't, son

Don't you wanna move?
Don't this make you wanna groove?
Let the feelin' get to you
And let us get you high on music, on music
Come enjoy the ride

Don't you wanna move?
Don't this make you wanna groove?
Let the feelin' get to you
And let us get you high on music, on music
Come enjoy the ride

Need I remind y'all I started from the bottom
But I'm destined for the top
And I ain't stoppin' 'til I got 'em
Call me clumsy for the weight
I'm droppin' records but they break
And still standin' like the fuse on my cannon
Blowin' weight, kid

Here we go back again, makin' the beat go
Bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump up in ya back so hard
Why do niggas act so hard?
I don't give a damn about a broad

I ain't gotta floss in the fast lane
Ride right past lames, I'm in the ATL, flyin' down cascade
Still gettin' money, ain't nothin' changed, man
Spent a couple mil' just to make my chain blang

Nigga, you don't want none
Zero, ziltch, nada, [Incomprehensible]
That shut this through the [Incomprehensible]
Now blow out ya candles, you do or ya don't, son

Don't you wanna move?
Don't this make you wanna groove?
Let the feelin' get to you
And let us get you high on music, on music
Come enjoy the ride

I feel high on the music
I feel I might lose it
It's talkin' through the melody
I can hear it tellin' me to move

I feel high on the music
I feel I might lose it
It's talkin' through the melody
I can hear it tellin' me to move

Are you ready to press play?
Are you ready to press play?
Nah, they ain't ready
They don't believe me yet, baby
Y'all don't believe me yet?

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Good Mourning - Lyrics - Talib Kweli

Title: Good Mourning
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Talib Kweli Greene, Tony Cottrell

Lyric:
"Good morning, Brook-nam"
Another stop on the train
(Wake up wake up wake up )
We come to a stop that everybody got to make
Whether you local or express

What's the meanin of ghettofabulous
Not ridin the back of the bus
I'm a revolutionary antagonist
Some playas is mad at us for just doin our music out of love
Some underground heads is hatin cause we have fun at clubs
I'm probably on some government list for my rhymin
You a fool if you don't think they already tapped your line
Medicine is big business so my remedies is herbal
It's music is for the people so we Reflection Eternal
Listen, you hear the difference between science and science fiction
We blow it out like if you leave on every appliance in the kitchen
At oncestill rolling kind bud in Cuban blunts
On the corner watchin how kids comin to Brooklyn for they fronts
Niggas run past what they need chasing after what they want
Fuckin chumps, you walk down the street and get jumped
Brooklyn cats like to bubble out of town no lookin back
When you a ghetto chef you mastered the art of cookin crack
Some get caught sleepin on the Mother City so when they go
They come back as tales of niggas we used to know
Never looked up to see the stars in all they heavenly glory
Just straight ahead cause the peripheral is buildings with mad stories
Not floors but dramas is played out, shorties get laid out
Like respect and fade out like TV sets
Into the banks of our memories (let it be) we'll never forget you
Lyin on your deathbed askin for God to bless you

Good mourning, good afternoon, good night
What have you done with your life?
Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light
You only scared to die when you ain't livin right, man
I'm puttin up a hellafied fight

I need you all to be clear on exactly what I'm sayin
With your attention span I understand that I ain't playin
You mistaken if you somehow think it's just me you facin
Starin me down while your enemy is standin adjacent
My heart is racin but I know just what I stand for
We chasin death carelessly like Jessica, I Care Moore
Who said, "Just because no one can understand how you speak
Don't necessarily mean that what you be sayin is deep"
In case you die in your sleep you ask the Lord for a blessin
Sometimes they sneak up so quiet that the silence is deafenin
You'll never know who the assassin is until it's your time to go
Your life is flashin, askin for forgiveness but you move too slow
Now the people that you love bear the pain that you once harbored
You was livin for yourself so you could never be a martyr
Life is hard, death is harderyou somebody baby father
Someone's lover, son of your mother, somebody brother
Somebody nigga, now your spirit in the air like a whisper
Hearin your name mentioned when we pourin out some liquor
The days go by quicker and the nights don't seem to differ
It's gettin cold, so I shivered and asked my soul to be delivered

Good mourning, good afternoon, good night
What have you done with your life?
Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light
You only scared to die when you ain't livin right, man
I'm puttin up a hellafied fight

Yo, the time come for everybody
It ain't somethin you can really prepare for
Yo, yo, Mad Duke, rock rock on and
Curtis Mayfield, rock rock on and
Grover Washington, rock rock on and
My Aunt Hazel, rock rock on and
Big L, rock rock on and
Freaky Tah rock rock on and
Jerome Green, rock rock on and
Slang Ton, rock rock on and
We celebrate life

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Sun Won'T Come Out - Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Title: Sun Won'T Come Out
Artist: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
Composer(s): Harvey Scales, Corey Penn, Peter Phillips

Lyric:
Open, Sesame, steppin' through the mist, it's the specialist
Comin' to box and flooded with rocks
We'll get down for mine, the kind that makes cement feel us
Standin' in the company of killers

Follow my trail as I walk through the valley of death
Left, to fear no evil, 'cause what I grip is legal
I'm hot like yard, the point guard of this group, on the loop
Never your right, raising all your game type tonight

Entering the level of high gear
You'd think it took a Bob Marley spliff to get here
Front to rear God of the drugs that you're hearin'
While my neighbors say we need to be jailed for rackateerin'

Now appearin', Pete Rock and CL Smooth, to the jugular
Now you got Mecca and the Soul Brother
Slightly, you might raise a hair of doubt
But if we don't rock the spot, 'The Sun Won't Come Out'

Check it out, without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
Without, 'Anger in the Nation'
Yo, without 'Mecca and the Soul Brother'
You know, 'The Sun Won't Come Out'

Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
You know we can't, 'Reminisce'
If we don't, 'Straighten It Out'
You know, 'The Sun Won't Come Out'

Un-chained heat, I hustle on the street or beat
To keep you on the edge of your seat, you consumer
A QB-like boomer, the ultimate team
But if I wake up in another woman's bed, I'ma scream

I'm settin' up shop pop to overthrow Castro
Chokin' over Noriega's Garcia Vegas
Guess who supplies the pies and dope triples
Now she leaks ass cheeks, pearly whites and titty nipples

Would CL ever trick loot on PC?
Even if I never had sonny boy I disagree
Cut the small talk, I give more marks
Than a school of sharks on attack
So keep your ass back

When it's wack you get a thumbs down
Another record deal wasted, listen man
Find another occupation man, here's the persuasion
Blazin' one amazin route that's all about
'The Sun Won't Come Out'

Yo, so check it out, with Pete Rock and CL Smooth
You gotta, 'Act Like You Know'
'If It Ain't Rough, It Ain't Right' kid
You know, 'The Sun Won't Come Out'

Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
You can't, 'Reminisce' to 'T.R.O.Y.'
If we don't, 'Straighten It Out'
You know, 'The Sun Won't Come Out'

I rule chicks off acoustics, watchin' the Knicks
We up ten, but need to stop shootin' bricks
Put the jailhouse funk in under stars
Till the lines on my looseleaf, look like some metal bars

My forecast hits a megablast and what I invent
A pack of bloodhounds could never get the scent
Payin' off the beast now my bills increase
If there's a five dollar rock sold in the park, I want a piece

'The Sun Won't Come Out', unless the crowd start this
'Cause if it was my choice, you all dance in darkness
'Cause any verse rips a total eclipse for sun rays
Anyways was the phrase back in my younger days

Now the God displays the attribute, dealin' with heat
From the basement, enterin' the streets you meet
Pete Rock and CL Smooth and when you see what it's about
You know, 'The Sun Came Out', now pass my shades

Yo, without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
Without, 'Anger in the Nation'
Yo, without, 'Mecca and the Soul Brother'
You know, 'The Sun Won't Come Out'

Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
You gotta, 'Act Like You Know'
'If It Ain't Rough It Ain't Right' kid
You know, 'The Sun Won't Come Out'

Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
We can't, 'Reminisce'
Yo, if we don't, 'Straighten It Out'
You know, 'The Sun Won't Come Out'

Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
Without, 'Ghettos of the Mind'
If you know what I'm talkin' about
You know, 'The Sun Won't Come Out', so check it

One two, Pete Rock and CL Smooth for ninety-four
Breakin' you off somethin' proper
So check it, peace y'all

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Hip Hop Baby - Lyrics - Bone Brothers

Title: Hip Hop Baby
Artist: Bone Brothers
Composer(s): Dwayne Johnson, Edward Jr Hinson, Clifford N Branch, Stanley Howse, Byron Mccane

Lyric:
We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby
We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby

If it wasn't for my music, tell me where would I be, where would I be?
Probably standin' on the hot block, sellin' crack rock
Runnin' them streets, runnin' them streets
I say my music is my best friend, my confidant

I love the way we live as one together we the perfect bunch
Me and my radio doin' ninety on the freeway no other way to go
And I like to feel the rhythm, the beat be bumpin' don't it
And I love to give it to y'all because I know you want it

And if you feel like I feel you love the rhythm and blues
Reggae and jazz, and rock n' roll can be cool
But I'm a hip-hop baby, it's from the heart I never flip-flop baby
Gimme a drank and a song and I'll be stress free kickin' it all night long

It ain't nothin' like hip-hop music careful how you use it
And please don't abuse it when you do it music can keep the party
People dressin' up put your mind in a trans and keep you happy
Give it a chance come on, just flow with the music
Get blowed off with music

When I was thirteen I got the king
I had a dream to be one of the greatest musicians
In life so they remember when I die, I love, I love music
It's got me stayin' alive and if you took my mic right now
One thing you'll never do is take my love away
'Cause I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby

We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby
We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby

Tossin' and turnin' I'm burnin' with different melodies, words
My niggaz tellin' me sellin' it to the world, been rappin'
Since the day I heard Rakim and Dana Dane, Doug E. Fresh
Slick Rick, always been a singer mayne

Late night foster home workin' on perfection
On selection of the songs that I heard was my erection
As for timing was my girl friend Lord of the rap
Said I'm the baddest mamma-jamma, half white and black

Had my babies to Jodeci, six with Serena, little Bri
Bone Bri, Miss Mo, and Shaniqua, little Trey-trey, Destiny
And plus Aaliyah and the newest one is Shelby
I can't wait 'til I see her

They are the music in my physical form since they was born
I been singin' with tears in my eyes as I perform for the whole world
Until I die like confucius tell the world my name is Brian
I'm in love with my music

'Cause I'm a hip-hop baby, 'cause I'm a hip-hop baby
'Cause I'm a hip-hop baby, 'cause I'm a hip-hop

Now everybody got that jam that make you get up, wanna boogie
To the beat now, and if it wasn't for the drums and the strings
And the lyrics that we sing what would life really mean now

Would it be just as fun, would you kick it the same, could you
Live with out it, could you still maintain? My thang is
Crank up the volume, because it helps me escape from my problems
'Til I solve 'em and I'm a solve 'em, it's all music, bone thug music

We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby
We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby

We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby
We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby

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If The Papes Come - Lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: If The Papes Come
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Lou Donaldson, J Davis, P Hall, A Shaheed

Lyric:
Uh
The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away
But not Hip-Hop yo, hahah
And let it be known, that we are on some umm
Ehh ahh, uhh, a-chicka-uhh
Ehh ahh, uhh, a-chicka-uhh
And this ain't on the pop tip yo
Are y'all kids tucked in?
Yeah
Here we go

People in the audience, they cry out hoe
People with a gun, yo they'll cry out bo
I don't like a cop, I don't sell a rock
But still the kanga's clock me, after a show
Standin' on the stage and we're pourin' with sweat
To people in the crowd I give what they get
Papers make paid, babies make laid
I don't really worry, nor do I fret

Waitin' for the gimme and boy I got some
Sweat like a peach and tart like a plum
I thought what I think, I rock a bead-link
Legally I'll sip when I turn, twenty-one
A letter to the homeboy that freaked the head dome
The R man wants me to drop my microphone
Gotta be brief, no orders from a chief
Hot butter on what, say what, the popcorn

On the tour bus we hit the truck stop
A dollar for some chips, a quarter for some pop
We laugh and giggle some
Phife kiss the honey buns
Ali Shaheed Muhammad keeps talkin' that shop
The brothers cruise on as we Quest, for the check
Callin' up Famous to see, if it's there yet

Not a bourgeoise, hate the seminar
Ignorant flip, hey Miss you must jet
Flex for the funkiest but start to bounce
Measure Hip-Hop for weight, by the ounce
Bush on the tush, you're pullin' while I push
Play me for the punk then puss, feel the pounce

It's like that y'all
Keep on
Freak freak y'all
Keep on
It's like that y'all
Keep on
Freak freak y'all
Keep on

It's like that y'all
Keep on
Freak freak y'all
Keep on
It's like that y'all
Keep on
Freak freak y'all
Keep on

If the papes come yo yo I won't riff
I just sit down and get, me a spliff
With mines I was born, a child of the corn
Molecules of the land they uplift
Levels is straight, in fact they're rectified
Adrenaline now is crazy multiplied
Four and four is eight, the fraction makes the plate
I make sure the Tribe is in

With the quickness you bare the witness
Flexin' and pumpin' with the fitness
Movin' it, uhh, doin' it uhh
Those who oppose must hit the S-list

Doin' it and doin' it with the whole frame
Look what's in the mind and not, in the brain
On this you can quote, we on a diffy note
Quest for the future, 'stead of the fame
One ninety-one brothers grabbin' they thingies
Forgot the name oh, equivalent to Jimmy

Slip a little bit, you think I have to quit
Ali Shaheed Muhammad, with the singy-singy
Slammin' with a slammy you front, on the case
Right or left nut Ali, plays the ace
Do what you do, flam for a crew
Bonita Applebum blows smoke in Sha's face

Slang for the king you must, if ya have
Dribble hops out giggle yo proper term is laugh
Brothers who are snakes, I label them as fakes
Instincts to travel up the hood path, c'mon

It's like that y'all
Keep on
Freak, freak y'all
Keep on
It's like that y'all
Keep on
It's like that y'all
Keep on

It's like that y'all
Keep on
Freak, freak y'all
Keep on
It's like that y'all
Keep on
Freak, freak y'all
Keep on

{Thank you
As you all know, you just can't believe
Everything you see and hear, can you?
Now if you will excuse me
I must be on my way}

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Summer Time - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: Summer Time
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): T Dudley, D Archer, T Patterson, T Kelly

Lyric:
Summer, summer, summer time
Summer, summer, summer time
Summer, summer, summer time

Well listen Summer time in the city
Now niggas ride around town, for another sounds, look before the smithy
And even on ball courts, you got the shorties watchin fellas
Doin anythings on they baggy shorts
And kids is having fun in the park
But there's a limit, moms says you best to be home before dark
Now we all know the flavor, were back on the black moms
Chattin with the next door neighbour sayin 'Hi'
The folks that don't ride
Her hands on the floor head 'cause the sun keeps gettin in the rock
Little kids in sweaty suits, with niggas like Lost Boyz
Strictly t-shirts or the boots
Standin on the van with, I'm wavin at chicks
Takin food from the vooda, and sips from the Mystics
Lex, coups, beemers and benz
Niggas hangin with they man makin hits
We bouncin in the city

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

In every borough there's a crew
Of niggas smokin blunts and drinkin brew
'Cause that's the way that us niggas do
With Newports in the ear, playin concrete sports
And shorties walk around in daisy dukes shorts, bounce
The would be throwin jams in the park
When the buddha is sparked, they get together after dark
GG and G tapes are bangin, it's strictly Spigg Nice
And that hat black, when me and my niggas are sayin
I'm given beats to my peeps when I pass through
In 89, 'cause them shorties smoke grass too
To make a avenue, somethin in god rule
40 Be, that is lee, agent I too
And to my peoples on the rock
132142, Yeah that's the rock
See Queens niggas do they thing
Champagne and rings don't hold shit
Bang real niggas hang in the city

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

It's about 98 degrees, everybodies gettin cheese
And a downy in my round, spit is walk around in dungaries
When new burgers got a lot around the corner
See a shorty and you want, now you best to push up on her, right?
I lay my act, slick sleen back, 40 ounce down south
Bounce bounce like that
Smokin charm as we creep thru the streets
Lost Boyz, they bites and they eat meats
They blues, no socks, short skirts, t-shirts, red Reebok
Shorty bouncin with friends
3 Piece, bbs, cloned out on the Benz
I wanna hit in the car, how them skins feel
Shorty with the ribbon in the windshield
So one two, this is how we do
Summer time, Lost Boyz comin thru in the city

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

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The Groom'S Still Waiting At The Altar - Lyrics - Shot Of Love - Bob Dylan

Title: The Groom'S Still Waiting At The Altar
Album: Shot Of Love
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Prayed in the ghetto
With my face in the cement
Heard the last moan of a boxer
Seen the massacre of the innocent
Felt around for the light switch
Turned around for her face
Been treated like a farm animal
On a wild goose chase

West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar
I see the turnin' of the page, curtain risin' on a new age
See the groom still waitin' at the altar

Try to be pure at heart
They arrest you for robbery
Mistake your shyness for aloofness
Your silence for snobbery
Got the message this mornin'
The one that was sent to me
About the madness of becomin'
What one was never meant to be

West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar
I see the turning of the page, curtain risin' on a new age
See the groom still waitin' at the altar

Don't know what I can say about Claudette?
That wouldn't come back to haunt me
Finally had to give her up
'Bout the time she began to want me
But I know God has mercy
On them who are slandered and humiliated
I'd a done anything for that woman
If she'd only make me feel obligated

West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar
I see the turning of the cage, curtain risin' on a new age
See the groom still waitin' at the altar

Put your hand on my head, baby
Do I have a temperature?
I see people who are supposed to know better
Standin' around like furniture
There's a wall between you
What you want, you got to leap it
Tonight you got the power to take it
Tomorrow you won't have the power to keep it

West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar
I see the turning of the page, curtain risin' on a new age
See the groom still waitin' at the altar

Cities on fire
Phones out of order
They're killin' nuns and soldiers
There's fightin' on the border
What can I say about Claudette?
Ain't seen her since January
She could be respectably married
Or runnin' a whorehouse in Buenos Aires

West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar
I see the turning of the page, curtain risin' on a new age
See the groom still waitin' at the altar

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Crush On You - Lyrics - Hardcore - Lil' Kim

Title: Crush On You
Album: Hardcore
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): James Lloyd, Christopher Wallace, Andreao Shaunee Heard, Jeff Lorber

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Lyric:
Undeas
Lil' Ceasar
The bitch pleaser
Uhh uh, check it

Yo I be buyin' 'em V's, so all my girls be eyein' Cease
Comin' backstage, dyin' to get pleased
You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen
While you stop your grinnin' wit bunch of foxy women
Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid
I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist
Cruise in my Lexus Land with no mileage
While you walk the street until your feet get calloused

Take you on a natural high, like a pilot
It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad
When it's all over put your vote in my ballot
It's my diner, I'm Mel, and you're Alice
Spend a night, in Lil' Cease palace
It be all good as long as you don't act childish
While you standin' there with the Christ in your cup
If worse come to worse keep this on the hush, uhh

I know you seen me on the video
(True)
I know you heard me on the radio
(True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention

He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

While you tryin' to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's
All chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya not, 'cause your thighs got me hot
Only one plan, that's to rise to the top
I told you before, when I first pursued
I want a interlude, in the nude

Or we tastin' like food when we get in the mood
Listen girlfriend, we don't mean to be rude
But anything I touch come straight to the rear
I take chicken heads like the Playmate Of The Year
'Cause when I first met her, she had the Lex and the 'tegra
Game real good, sex was even better
I got it for the cheddar once I hit it in the sack
'Cause I'm Cease A.K.A. Long Dick from the back

I know you seen me on the video
(True)
I know you heard me on the radio
(True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention

He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

Yo shorty won't you go get a bag of the lethal
I'll be right here just chillin' witcha people
You know Junior M.A.F.I.A. was just a preview
I know I had you open, so why I'ma leave you
Especially when I know yo' man is fee-ble
It's Cease Degenaro, you know how we do
My game is tight, we do the same every night
I'm smooth as the words that come from Frank White

You messin' with city kings with glassy rings
That's gonna show you good time pretty thing
'Cause you was spotted, in the club lookin' exotic
By somebody, short, dark and chocolate
You got it? Any plans to tape yo we stop it
Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah we all about a profit
I'm the right dude to get you in the nice mood
Flossin' rocks the size of ice cubes

I know you seen me on the video
(True)
I know you heard me on the radio
(True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention

He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

I know you seen me on the video
(True)
I know you heard me on the radio
(True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention

He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

I know you seen me on the video
(True)
I know you heard me on the radio
(True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention

He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

I know you seen me on the video
(True)
I know you heard me on the radio
(True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention

He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

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Boss - Lyrics - Port of Miami - Rick Ross

Title: Boss
Album: Port of Miami
Artist: Rick Ross
Composer(s): Marcello Valenzano, William Roberts, Andre Lyons

Lyric:
Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like

Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne, boss
Keep gettin' paid, boss
Do whatcha like

As I'm poppin' my collar, black on black antique Impala
She ain't gotta speak 'cause my speakers let her know
That I'm ballin'
They call me the Boss, I be callin' the shots
It's Ricky Ross, that boy be ballin' a lot

That boy be ridin' big, that boy be ridin' rims
Not the flats but the fish 'cause they just swim
New York to the West, you a boss if you fresh
Scuff your shoes, wipe 'em down
Now get back on your two step

Stuntin' is boss, shinin' is boss
Grandaddy kush or the purp, yellow diamonds is boss
That dime a boss, she fine as a house
And she drivin' a Porche, she designed for a boss

Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like

Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne, boss
Keep gettin' paid, boss
Do whatcha like

Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do whatcha like
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do whatcha like

I'm ridin' big, I'm hopin' lanes
My Chevy thang got these chickens all insane
Look at my stones tap dancin' on the bezzle
Bad baby at the Rollie, lap dancin' and wanna kiss me

Oh, no, 'cause of my chain
'Cause of my bling like a peacock standin' on my ring
'Cause I'm a boss, I'm a spend it, I'm a floss
I'm a winner, you the loss, all these ***
Sprinkle salt 'cause I'm the pepper in the sauce

Whatcha feel, whatcha like, whatcha want, what's your type?
I done seen it, done it twice, bought it up the same night
'Cause I'm a boss, it's Ricky Ross
If you buy, if you spend it, *** the cost
You's a boss, You a boss

Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like

Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne, boss
Keep gettin' paid, boss
Do whatcha like

Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do whatcha like
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do whatcha like

Before the rock got whipped and they pistol got ripped
Before you got any chips, you got permission from the boss
On a mission for the charts, out-smart my competition
Composition so sharp, so dark, so vivid

26's on the old school, Pro Tools session
Got the old school *** actin' brand new sweatin'
Brand new tennis chain, fancy pockets on my jeans
Headed for the walk, dude, fore' they win him on the stage

Two a day, super pay, stupid *** from a model
Triple C, a hundred deep and everybody got a bottle
Got a bottle full of purp, full of work, no leachin'
Blew 50 last weekend, if you lookin' for a reason
I'm the boss

Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like

Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne, boss
Keep gettin' paid, boss
Do whatcha like

Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do whatcha like
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do whatcha like

That's all Ross, them boys runnin' in the streets
See them candy paints, Dade County
Over town, livin' the city brown
Carol City, Oba Locka
The whole thrill five of my yayo, I see ya, Ross
Do whatcha like

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Go Cut Creator Go - Lyrics - Bigger & Deffer - Ll Cool J

Title: Go Cut Creator Go
Album: Bigger & Deffer
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Bob Ervin, D Pierce, D Simon, James T Smith

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Lyric:
1, 2, 3 o' clock, 4 o' clock, rock
5, 6, 7 o' clock, 8 o' clock, rock
9, 10, 11 o' clock, 12 o' clock, rock
Gonna rock, rock, rock around the clock

Three years ago in St. Albans, Queens
I was rockin' at a park called One Eighteen
Little kids stood and watched as I rocked the spot
Didn't know, years later I'll be standin' on top

Livin' Farmers Boulevard I was born and base shaw
Stopped the rich and shake hands with the poor
And this is a story about a brother I know
Cut Creator on the fader, now watch him go

Go, go Cut Creator, go
Go Cut Creator, go
Go Cut Creator, go

Go, go Cut Creator, go
Go Cut Creator, go
Go Cut Creator, go

Way back in the days before I clocked some dough
I used to go to the show and sit in the front row
Hopin' and prayin' one day I'll get on the road
So I had a feeler and a summer and I meet when I'm stoned

Not fearin' a thought, got stung like a horse
Don't make fun of my posse 'cause each man is a boss
When his only damn way to pull a jam out the crate
One time for your mind, check out the guitar break

Go, go Cut Creator, go
Go Cut Creator, go
Go Cut Creator, go

Go, go Cut Creator, go
Go Cut Creator, go
Go Cut Creator, go

This jam just wasn't enough for Jimmy Hendrix to see
[Incomprehensible] lessons of mixin', take you under his wing
Straight from the heart 'cause it ain't the money that we came here for
Ain't no thoughts in the room, ain't breakin' no roles

And in the Rock 'n' Roll land, a big strivin' plan
Just my posse learn the vocals, what little we had
It's all about us three, Eve, Phil and Jay
He heard Cut Creator cut now check it out to play

Go, go Cut Creator, go
Go Cut Creator, go
Go Cut Creator, go

Go, go Cut Creator, go
Go Cut Creator, go
Go Cut Creator, go

Rock, rock, y'all, check out the funky cut
It's like travelin' through time to the straight cats strut
Cuts are slicker than Grease, needle sharper than knife
We'll be do doin' the doo for the rest of the lines

Who want a piece of the action? It's time to party, get up
Not a subway bummy singer puttin' change in a cup
Wanna see you boogie, oogie jumpin' up and down
Bitin' your livin' hold your breath until we come to your town

LL Cool J is hard as
Cut Creator cut the record for me

Go, go Cut Creator, go
Go Cut Creator, go
Go Cut Creator, go

Go, go Cut Creator, go
Go Cut Creator, go
Go Cut Creator, go

LL Cool J is hard as
Go, go, go, go

Go, go Cut Creator, go
Go Cut Creator, go
Go Cut Creator, go

LL Cool J is hard as hell

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Black Chick White Guy - Lyrics - Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp - Kid Rock

Title: Black Chick White Guy
Album: Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): Robert Ritchie

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Lyric:
Black chick, white guy
Does it mean shit, maybe?
I don't know, but yo it never phased me
But either way here's one tail

Of two like that and what prevailed
It started way back in the eighth grade
In the small old town where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class

Where everything he did he always had to ask
She came from a place that was so alone
You know the same old tail of a broken home
Her momma was an alkie and more like a friend

Had three different kids from three different men
And that's just the way shit was
Couldn't change it, couldn't rearrange it so there it was
Anyway the two kept on

With the phone calls notes and so on and so on
And after the bullshitin' and whatten'
That day came the two started fuckin'
All the time you know kids habit's

Every single day fuckin' like rabbits
Sneakin' out the car when he was 15
Climbin' in the window and fuckin' all night see
Fuckin' during lunch in the junior high bathrooms

Drinking champagne and trippin' on mushrooms
His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet
Ninth grade came, I'm pregnant
Shit got frantic and man, oh Lord it was a tough decision

But they decided to abort it
It might have been right, it might have been wrong
But one thing's for sure, it really fucked his head up
Where is it, who is it, how is it, was it right?

These are the things he thought in bed at night
A lot of people might laugh at this
But fuck 'em they don't know the half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game, I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'

Now as time went on the the two kept on
They kept seeing each other off and on
See she moved to the city and you know what happened
Black chick with a real white accent

Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure
Yeah, she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside

See all the first guy did was just love her
While that punk mother fucker used to beat her and punch her
She was livin' all wild
I think all she ever wanted was the love of her own child

She asked the first guy to have his baby
He looked at her like she must be crazy
He was makin' records and goin' on tour
20,000 people hip hoppin' on the floor

And all that while she sat at home and got macked
If she stepped out of line she got slapped
And then one day she prayed to the Lord to take that guy away
And he did, he got caught with a loaded gun

And went to jail, but first she had his son
Oh and now what to do
She had no man, no money, and no clue
Now the other guy came back from tourin'

And she called him up early one mornin'
They hooked up her mind was blown
As he began to raise her son as his own
And that's a lot of shit to deal with man

And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand
And people still laugh at this shit
Fuck 'em they don't know the half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game, I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'

Now for the next year there was some good times
A few bad times, mostly good times
See he was a ramblin' man to the bone
He liked women and wine and he loved to roam

Not like she was any kind of Saint
See in this story there's a lot of red paint
But time kept slippin' and made her crazy
And she talked about havin' another baby

The guy was like, oh Lord
We got one now that we can't afford
But she convinced she could handle even two
Said I want your child or I'm leavin' you

I can't figure out why then he didn't run
I guess he was attached to her and her son
All confused about what to do
That girl met another guy and was fuckin' him too

Slut, could barely pay her rent
And then the same old shit, I'm pregnant
And if that ain't some shit 'cuz
The girl didn't even know who the father was

And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then a little girl on the fourth of July

Was born in the front seat of his car
It was amazing
Kinda like a shooting star
He was happy told his family and friends

Only to realize later his little girl wasn't his
And that crushed him quick
Suicidal thoughts were in his head real thick
But before he found all that out

From the same chic another kid popped out
And that shit's real I'll
Girl told him that she was takin' the fuckin' pill
She must have known all along

The little girl wasn't his and she was tryin' to latch on
Three different kids from three different men
History repeats itself again
And after some more shit got stirred

He kicked that bitch to the curb
And now from her, he's got a little boy that makes him laugh a bit
Huh, And he loves him
But still you don't know the fuckin' half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game, I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'

I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'

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N 2 Gether Now - Lyrics - Significant Other - Limp Bizkit

Title: N 2 Gether Now
Album: Significant Other
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): John Otto, Samuel Robert Rivers, Clifford Smith, William Frederick Durst, Wesley Louden Borland, Leor Dimant, Chris E Martin

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Lyric:
DJ Mia
Uhh, uhh, uhh

Who can be the boss?
Look up to the Cross
Stranded in the land of the lost
Standin up, I'm sideways
I'm blazin' up the path
Runnin' on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode
I'm dashin' all the media strikes, keep the media dykes
As re enforcements for the fight
And that alone will keep John Gotti on the phone
Yea

Tangled in his own
I got the Bees on the track
Where the fuck you at?
(Tical)
Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now
(Shut the fuck up)
I'm pluggin' in them social skills
That keep my total bills over a million
The last time I checked it
Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it
Wait until the second round
I'll knock him out

They call me Big John Stud
My middle name Mud
Dirty water flow
Too much for you thugs
That can't stand the flood
What up doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd, the sure shot
Mr. Meth I'm unplugged
(Plugged)
Learn
Temperature's too hot for sunblock
(Burn)

Playin' with minds can get you state time
Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind
Killa Bees in the club when there's ladybug
Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug
Love is love all day 'til they both slug
And take another life in cold blood
Can't feel me?
'Cause it's your blood
Murder is tremendous, crime is endless
Same shit different day
Father forgive us, they know not what they do, our praises do
I'm big like easy, ya big bamboo

What's that, I didn't hear you?
(Shut the fuck up)
Come on a little louder
(Shut the fuck up)
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Jus' shut the fuck up)
What?
(Jus' shut the fuck up)
What's that, I didn't hear you?
(Shut the fuck up)
Come on a little louder
(Shut the fuck up)
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Shut the fuck up)

Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn
Deadweight they dead wrong
Let's get it on, twelve rounds of throwdown
Who hold crown?
Protect land with both pound
Limp Bizkit, get around like merry go
What's the scenario?
Comin' through your stereo
Why risk it?
Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted
Eight essential vitamins and minerals
Delicious

Word on the street is, they bit my thesis
Knocked out their front teethes
Tryin' to taste mine
Actin' like they heard through the grapevine
Dope fiendin' for the baseline, to provide rhyme
Pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cuticle
Where you find that monster?
She beautiful
Wu Tang and Limp Bizkit
(Limp Bizkit)
Roll on the set
Kick a hole in the speaker
Pull the plug and then jet

Mic check
So what's it all about?
Where we gonna run?
Maybe we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is advised, for the blood of virgin eyes
Limpin' on the track with Method
So get the sunblock
You get your one shot, until you dissolve
I revolve around everything you got
From outta nowhere prepare
You'll be blinded by the glare
I told you not to stare

Now you're turned into stone, without a microphone
(Phone)
But don't you forget you're in the zone
(So shut the fuck up)
And take that shit back
'Cause all your shit's whack
Doodoo is doodoo
When it's weighed out like that
Burnin' up your brain like a piston
So all those who didn't listen
Never even knew what they were missin'
And never even knew that the sky was fallin' down
Wu Tang clan for the crown

What's that, I didn't hear you?
(Shut the fuck up)
Come on a little louder
(Shut the fuck up)
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Just shut the fuck up)
What's that, I didn't hear you?
(Shut the fuck up)
Come on a little louder
(Shut the fuck up)
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Just shut the fuck up)

It was over your head all day every day
S I N Y, One O Three O Four
Wu Tan Killa Bees,
And the Limp B I Z K I T
Ya know the time, ya know to rhyme
It ain't easy bein' greezy
In a world full of cleanliness
And you know all that other madness
We gone
Peace
(Limp Bizkit, Method Man)
(Rock the house y'all, bring it on)

{Hey wait up, where you guys goin' ?
You're not recordin' are you?
Are you?
I'm all alone
I can't do this
Feel it, uh
Feel it
You guys feel it out there?
Check your head if you feel it
Hey, hey, hey
Every day is brighter than the next day
At least that's what you think
Every day is brighter than the next day
At least that's what you think}

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N2gether Now (Remix By Neptunes) - Lyrics - New Old Songs - Limp Bizkit

Title: N2gether Now (Remix By Neptunes)
Album: New Old Songs
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): John Otto, Samuel Robert Rivers, Clifford Smith, William Frederick Durst, Wesley Louden Borland, Leor Dimant, Chris E Martin

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Lyric:
DJ Mia
Uhh, uhh, uhh

Who can be the boss?
Look up to the Cross
Stranded in the land of the lost
Standin up, I'm sideways
I'm blazin' up the path
Runnin' on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode
I'm dashin' all the media strikes, keep the media dykes
As re enforcements for the fight
And that alone will keep John Gotti on the phone
Yea

Tangled in his own
I got the Bees on the track
Where the fuck you at?
(Tical)
Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now
(Shut the fuck up)
I'm pluggin' in them social skills
That keep my total bills over a million
The last time I checked it
Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it
Wait until the second round
I'll knock him out

They call me Big John Stud
My middle name Mud
Dirty water flow
Too much for you thugs
That can't stand the flood
What up doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd, the sure shot
Mr. Meth I'm unplugged
(Plugged)
Learn
Temperature's too hot for sunblock
(Burn)

Playin' with minds can get you state time
Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind
Killa Bees in the club when there's ladybug
Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug
Love is love all day 'til they both slug
And take another life in cold blood
Can't feel me?
'Cause it's your blood
Murder is tremendous, crime is endless
Same shit different day
Father forgive us, they know not what they do, our praises do
I'm big like easy, ya big bamboo

What's that, I didn't hear you?
(Shut the fuck up)
Come on a little louder
(Shut the fuck up)
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Jus' shut the fuck up)
What?
(Jus' shut the fuck up)
What's that, I didn't hear you?
(Shut the fuck up)
Come on a little louder
(Shut the fuck up)
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Shut the fuck up)

Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn
Deadweight they dead wrong
Let's get it on, twelve rounds of throwdown
Who hold crown?
Protect land with both pound
Limp Bizkit, get around like merry go
What's the scenario?
Comin' through your stereo
Why risk it?
Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted
Eight essential vitamins and minerals
Delicious

Word on the street is, they bit my thesis
Knocked out their front teethes
Tryin' to taste mine
Actin' like they heard through the grapevine
Dope fiendin' for the baseline, to provide rhyme
Pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cuticle
Where you find that monster?
She beautiful
Wu Tang and Limp Bizkit
(Limp Bizkit)
Roll on the set
Kick a hole in the speaker
Pull the plug and then jet

Mic check
So what's it all about?
Where we gonna run?
Maybe we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is advised, for the blood of virgin eyes
Limpin' on the track with Method
So get the sunblock
You get your one shot, until you dissolve
I revolve around everything you got
From outta nowhere prepare
You'll be blinded by the glare
I told you not to stare

Now you're turned into stone, without a microphone
(Phone)
But don't you forget you're in the zone
(So shut the fuck up)
And take that shit back
'Cause all your shit's whack
Doodoo is doodoo
When it's weighed out like that
Burnin' up your brain like a piston
So all those who didn't listen
Never even knew what they were missin'
And never even knew that the sky was fallin' down
Wu Tang clan for the crown

What's that, I didn't hear you?
(Shut the fuck up)
Come on a little louder
(Shut the fuck up)
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Just shut the fuck up)
What's that, I didn't hear you?
(Shut the fuck up)
Come on a little louder
(Shut the fuck up)
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Just shut the fuck up)

It was over your head all day every day
S I N Y, One O Three O Four
Wu Tan Killa Bees,
And the Limp B I Z K I T
Ya know the time, ya know to rhyme
It ain't easy bein' greezy
In a world full of cleanliness
And you know all that other madness
We gone
Peace
(Limp Bizkit, Method Man)
(Rock the house y'all, bring it on)

{Hey wait up, where you guys goin' ?
You're not recordin' are you?
Are you?
I'm all alone
I can't do this
Feel it, uh
Feel it
You guys feel it out there?
Check your head if you feel it
Hey, hey, hey
Every day is brighter than the next day
At least that's what you think
Every day is brighter than the next day
At least that's what you think}

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Rock & Roll Revolution - Lyrics - Saliva

Title: Rock & Roll Revolution
Artist: Saliva
Composer(s): Christopher Jon Dabaldo, David A. Novotny, Wayne Swinny, Paul Allen Crosby, Josey Sappington

Lyric:
What's this monkey business goin' on today?
You music business whores are all about just gettin' paid
You throw your shit against the wall and see it doesn't stick
Been tired of standin' 'round and watchin' while you make me sick

You hide and choke on all the issues of your time
You'll never save the world if all you do is whine
To tell the truth I think it's best you step aside
'Cause real Rock n Roll ain't never gonna die
So, I say hell yeah
Hell yeah, I'm the Rock n Roll revolution
There ain't no confusion baby
So, I say hell yeah
Hell yeah, I'm the Rock n Roll revolution
There ain't no confusion baby
And I'm not gonna take your shit anymore
You're not an artist, you're a whore

Straight up, stripped down, turned up, kick ass Rock n Roll
It's the only thing that's still around that's gonna save our soul
So get down on your knees and pray to the Gods of old
"Cause Rock n Roll's a revolution and it's takin' hold

You hide and choke on all the issues of your time
You'll never save the world if all you do is whine
To tell the truth I think it's best you step aside
'Cause real Rock n Roll ain't never gonna die
So, I say hell yeah
Hell yeah, I'm the Rock n Roll revolution
There ain't no confusion baby
So, I say hell yeah
Hell yeah, I'm the Rock n Roll revolution
There ain't no confusion baby
And I'm not gonna take your shit anymore
You're not an artist, you're a whore

You hide and choke on all the issues of your time
You'll never save the world if all you do is whine
To tell the truth I think it's best you step aside
'Cause real Rock n Roll ain't never gonna die
So, I say hell yeah
Hell yeah, I'm the Rock n Roll revolution
There ain't no confusion baby
So, I say hell yeah
Hell yeah, I'm the Rock n Roll revolution
There ain't no confusion baby
And I'm not gonna take your shit anymore
You're not an artist, you're a whore

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Bitter - Lyrics - Stoned Raiders - Cypress Hill

Title: Bitter
Album: Stoned Raiders
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Lawrence Muggerud

Lyric:
I lost my innocence at birth but I make no excuses
For the trivial things and the pain life induces
Bitches are wild and so was I, young and stupid
It's incredible, what a shitty circumstance produces them

Criminals, led by the originals, high strung
Motivated by the principles
Some of us out, he used to think we were invincible
On the corner bangin' and slangin' the high bitual

Deadly rituals fill my head, nothin' spiritual
Bullets filled up bodies like hands from my physical
I got touched by the hot hands of bitter fools
Divided and tempted snake bitten by the ridicule

Frustration and hate filled my adrenaline
I play doctors here's two bullets for your medicine
I carry those days like a weapon close to me
The memories of hot lead rippin' a hole through me

Son, fill your heater, how 'bout chase killer
Rock 'em up and show you're no quitter
Snakes' pit every ground I landed on
Hated on but I'm still standin' strong

You hate the songs that you pump up all day long
Hated on but I'm still standin' strong
Snakes' pit, every ground I landed on
Hated on but I'm still standin' strong
Stand

So many, come and go in this lifetime that you serve
Faces change, liscenses everywhere you turn
Gangsta's become blinded and visions become blurred
Learned to stay alive to the real side of the curb

You came a long way but some still refuse to notice
They turned they back on us and they tried to provoke us
You ask about us, you talk trash about us
Walk fast around us but my block fast allowed us

Don't try to crowd us nigga, we'll smack you up
Look around and see who's willin' to back you up
You're in a ghost town and home alone like Macaulay nigga
Don't say my name nigga, don't even think of me

Fire start spittin' from my grill piece, ya scorched up, touched up
I'm the C4 that blew up your porch
I spit venom quicker than the punch on your Porsche
Venom so deadly I'll make your fuckin' life divorce ya

Ask for Alamoney, bitches, you all phoney
I'll make you sing the blues like you're Paulpau Coloney
Go ask Moley, you in the middle of shit
And anything you say I'll be known the shit

The force drops hits a ball, makin' me die of laughter
Because I know what these son-of-a-bitches are after
Your mind and soul, if your blind and cold
Then your true sign is shown, then your fuckin' mind is blown

Son, fill your heater, how 'bout chase killer
Rock 'em up and show you're no quitter
Snakes' pit every ground I landed on
Hated on but I'm still standin' strong

You hate the songs that you pump up all day long
Hated on but we're still standin' strong
Snakes' pit, every ground I landed on
Hated on but I'm still standin' strong
Stand

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