Stay Loose - Lyrics - Gordon Lightfoot

Title: Stay Loose
Artist: Gordon Lightfoot
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot

Lyric:
If you've got a heartache
Of the kind that will not pass by
Even if you don't see the end
Of what lies around the bend

Don't stay that way
It's all in a day believe me
Even the best of dreams must end
Even so it grieves me

Stay loose, don't fight it
Let it take you all the way and
If it's wrong, you will right it
Do not waste these hours away

How many times have I told you
These are the tears I've shed
Could it be that I need help
Is it maybe I've come undone

And one thing more
You know it don't come easy
Even the best of friends must part
Even so it grieves me

Stay loose, don't fight it
Let love take a holiday
If it's wrong, you're gonna right it
Do not waste these hours away

Soon the storm will be over
And the clouds will all pass by
To be insane beyond belief
Is sometimes the best relief

And one thing sure
Love never did come easy
Even the best of dreams must end
Even so it grieves me

Stay loose, don't fight it
Let it take you all the way and
If it's wrong, you will right it
Do not waste these hours away

Stay loose, don't fight it
Let love take a holiday
If it's wrong, you're gonna right it
Do not waste these hours away

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Loose Booty - Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

Title: Loose Booty
Album: Reality Check
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): C Nicholas, Teruis Gray, P Smith, D Miller

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Lyric:
She got a loose booty, she got a loose booty
Pay attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty
She got a loose booty, she got a loose booty
Pay attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty

I ain't tryin' to be stuck all in the corner and locked up
Tongue-kissin' a hoe a nigga know she a doctor
Hoe can make a nigga think she a queen
She standin' there, smellin' like potpourri, I bet she stank in them jeans

Need to shake it, wash it, rinse it, squeeze it and douche it
Call a time-out, freeze, at ease that pussy
They comin' out the woodworks, ain't no pride
They don't get tired, play they vibe and they'll shake it 'til they foot hurt

Say she dressin' for time, she got a lot of that
She ain't no nickel and dime, she got a dollar back
When she step her ass bounce two times
The wobble, wobble, make it hard for her to walk straight lines

Gotta add the soldiers on when you standin' behind her
You might get stuck in there and need a camera to find her
Gotta hold on to them handlebars 'cause you don't want that broad
Goin' tellin' your dawgs you got handled boy

She got a loose booty, she got a loose booty
Pay attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty
She got a loose booty, she got a loose booty
Pay attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty

She got a loose booty, she got a loose booty
Pay attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty
She got a loose booty, she got a loose booty
Pay attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty

You make a nigga wanna pay for that pussy hoe
Stand it up and make you get up on your tiptoes
Play with love man, kiss it, baby, watch him grow
Don't run your mouth about it, momma try to keep it low

Let's get a room somewhere deep on the outskirts
Give me head 'til yo' muh'fuckin' mouth hurts
Go tell your friends 'bout the suite up at the W
About the view and all the freaky shit I done to you

Now, when she see me, when you're not around
She be in my face, tryin' to see what I'm about
Here, take my number, maybe you can take me out
Take you somewhere and put some dick up in your mouth

I remember when you bitches wasn't so nice
Before the rings and the watches got a coat of ice
Same nigga, different day, we forever say
Money over bitches, U.T.P., Eight way

She got a loose booty, she got a loose booty
Pay attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty
She got a loose booty, she got a loose booty
Pay attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty

She got a loose booty, she got a loose booty
Pay attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty
She got a loose booty, she got a loose booty
Pay attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty

Oh, I like the way you move it to the right, girl
No, I like the way you shake it to the left, girl
No, I like it when you bend it, when you step girl
Now, touch your toes while you hold your breath girl

And I ain't come here to ruin your night
I'm tryin' to put somethin' new in your life
Just by doin' you right, we can go somewhere for two if you like
Use the stars and the moon for the light 'cause you movin' it right

See, I'm really tryin' to do you tonight
If you dyke, bring your crew if you like
If any, um, booty is like, your booty is like
Call your whole crew booty delight, we make it 'Nolia Clap'

Don't hold it back, touch the flo' with that
I got a heart attack, your booty causin' cataract
I can't even stay on it, look I keep on fallin' back
My momma always told me Skip don't ever fall for that

She got a loose booty, she got a loose booty
Pay attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty
She got a loose booty, she got a loose booty
Pay attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty

She got a loose booty, she got a loose booty
Pay attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty
She got a loose booty, she got a loose booty
Pay attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty

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Stay Loose - Lyrics - Dear Catastrophe Waitress - Belle And Sebastian

Title: Stay Loose
Album: Dear Catastrophe Waitress
Artist: Belle And Sebastian
Composer(s): Richard Colburn, Chris Geddes, Sarah Martin, Stevie Jackson, Robert Kildea, Stuart Murdoch

Lyric:
I was choking on a cornflake
You said, "Have some toast instead"
I was sleeping maybe three hours
You said, "You should get to bed"

I was waiting at the church door
For the minister to show
I was looking at the New Year
You said, "Walk before you crawl"

I was feeling like a loser
You said, "Hey, you've still got me"
I was feeling pretty lonely
You said, "You wanted to be free"

I was looking for a good time
You said, "Let the good times start"
With a quiver of your eyelid
You took on someone else's part

But what about me
I don't really see
How things will improve
All you want is to stay

Maybe I'm a little greedy
You said, "Think before you speak"
Sometimes I'm a little seedy
You said, "Everyone is weak"

Now I feel a little better
Is there something I can do?
But I never heard the answer
I never had a clue

But what about me
I don't really see
How things will improve
All you want is to stay

The lights are out in the house tonight
And I creep around
I'm gonna creep into your head
All you want is to stay loose

There's a little echo calling
Like a miner trapped inside
If I tell her of this moment
She will in me doubt confide

And she's on me like a blanket
Like a stalk of wilting grass
I'm not sure about her motives
I'm not sure about her past

But my faith is like a bullet
My belief is like a bolt
The only thing that lets me sleep at night
A little carriage of the soul

If it starts a little bleaker
Then the year may yet be gold
Happiness is not for keeping
Happiness is not my goal

So what about me
I don't really see
How things will improve
All you want is to stay loose

Oh what about them
You play mother hen
To a gaggle of gangling youth
All you want is to stay

The lights are out in the house tonight
And I creep around
I'm gonna creep into your head
All you want is to stay

I was living through the seconds
My composure was a mess
I was miles from tenderness
It was dark outside, the day it was broken in pieces

Everything is flat and dreary
I couldn't care what's in the news
Television is the blues
Television is hysterical laughter of people

And I know it could be me
I'm always asking for more
More, more, more, more

I keep running round in circles
I keep looking for a doorway
I'm going to need two lives
To follow the paths I've been taking

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Runaway - Lyrics - Jamiroquai

Title: Runaway
Artist: Jamiroquai
Composer(s): Jason Kay, Rob Harris, Matthew Richard Johnson

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Lyric:
Can you dig it? There's something in the air tonight
Got a one way ticket, baby don't you wanna ride?
Got to make it, make it to the other side
I've got demons snapping at my heels tonight

I just want to run away, turn me loose
Got people around running me down, I can't stay
I just want to get away, I just want to get away now
Get them off my back today

Can you feel it? I'm stuck inside in a hurricane
Chasing rainbows, can't you see I'm going insane?
I wanna be a free man but I'm spinning on this crazy wheel
I'm jumping for the high bar, can't you dig it?
No longer know what I feel, can't you see?

I just want to run away, turn me loose
Got people around running me down, I can't stay
I just want to get away, I just want to get away now
Get them off my back today

I just wanna run away
Turn me loose, turn me loose
Turn me loose, turn me loose

Got to make it, got to make it
Got to break it, got to make it

I just want to run away, I just want to run away
Got people around running me down I can't stay
Can't stay no more no
I just want to get away, I just got to get away
Get them off my back today

I just want to run away
I just want to get away
Turn me loose, run away run away
Got people around running me down I can't stay
Runnin' away, runnin' away

I just want to run away
Just got to get away
Turn me loose, run away
Get them off my back today

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She Wants Me To Stay (Stay Gone) - Lyrics - David Kersh

Title: She Wants Me To Stay (Stay Gone)
Artist: David Kersh
Composer(s): Dean Dillon, Ronnie Dunn

Lyric:
She used to cry when I'd stay out all night
Shed throw a hissy bout not doing her right
No matter how wrong or long-gone I'd been
She left an open door for me to slip back in

Now she wants me to stay, stay gone
She could care less about all of my carrying on
She likes the peace and quiet instead of the riot
That starts when I get home she wants me to stay, stay gone

I used to always sing the doghouse blues
Please sweet mama, won't you cut me loose?
The chains she used to use to hold me ain't there no more
She got 'em wrapped up around her front door

Now she wants me to stay, stay gone
She could care less about all of my carrying on
She likes the peace and quiet instead of the riot
That starts when I get home she wants me to stay, stay gone

Now she wants me to stay, stay gone
She could care less about all of my carrying on
She likes the peace and quiet instead of the riot
That starts when I get home she wants me to stay, stay gone
Yeah, she wants me to stay, stay gone

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Unit - G'D Up - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - G'D Up
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Christopher Lloyd, David Brown, Michael Elizondo, Scott Storch, Andre Young

Lyric:
Ah, yeah, uh huh

Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood done made me?
Feels like my emotions are froze
I stay G'd up
It's the things I done seen and the shit I been through
That make my heart turn cold
I stay G'd up

I'm a gangsta you find out for sure
If you ever step on my toes
I stay G'd up
When I'm hangin' out that window with that AK
Fillin' your punk ass with holes
I stay G'd up

Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana
I'm mule on that Greyhound from N.Y. to the Carolina
Paper chase, different name, same face, don't catch a case
My road dog's on parole his baby girl's four years old
We play the block, pistol cocked, you could shoot or get shot
Kill you for your crack spot take everything your ass got
Semi-automatic spray, bust back or run away
Niggas talkin' in the hood, we'll handle this another day

In November you make my shit list if you did you can cancel Christmas
I'll send you a gift niggas'll come and leave your ass twisted
Them hollow tip shells burn baby burn
See niggas get merked up, babies born and the world turns
I seen it all crystal clear so I keep my pistol near
Heart's never full of fear, homie I stay well aware
Of what's going on around me, motherfuckers want me dead
I go wit a smile on my face when it's my time kid

Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood done made me?
Feels like my emotions are froze
I stay G'd up
It's the things I done seen and the shit I been through
That make my heart turn cold
I stay G'd up

I'm a gangsta you find out for sure
If you ever step on my toes
I stay G'd up
When I'm hangin' out that window with that AK
Fillin' your punk ass with holes

Lil' niggas I done paved the way, y'all should thank 'em
But if you think otherwise bring your boy over here so I can spank 'im
I'll put an end to your career bitch
Before you speak on 50, buy a .40 and a spare clip
These niggas gassed up, gettin' to used to rap
Like I won't give 'em more bloodclots than supercat
Niggas'll snatch ya, I'm like a bat catcher
I'll give a sign and and then throw somethin' at ya

Round here niggas die off hydro
And even when it ain't 4th of July it sound like pyro
You smart enough to creep then lay your dumb brains down
The pound'll spin you around like the young James Brown
Yeah, I know I'm hot but hey, I'm icy too
Rocks'll hit you from a block away like a beat from Dr. Dre
We're takin over this year, K's and the soldiers is here
Everyone knows it's a scare, yeah

Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood done made me?
Feels like my emotions are froze
I stay G'd up
It's the things I done seen and the shit I been through
That make my heart turn cold
I stay G'd up

I'm a gangsta you find out for sure
If you ever step on my toes
I stay G'd up
When I'm hangin' out that window with that AK
Fillin' your punk ass with holes

My Papa never bothered to show me what it was to be a man
He'd just pop another bottle and smoke up a half a gram
I would hop in my Impala and ride all through the night
They gave my homeboy life so when you do it, do it right
My fingernails still filled with cocaine residue
I still got the heart to go and bust me a head or two
No other solution you think we hollerin' and hootin'
Until you wake up and then you got to hear 'bout these shootings

I take a pull from a loose one and put the clip in my pocket
Before I take another bullet I'm gonna pull it and pop it
And if it's beef my nigga, then let your guns do your talkin'
The graveyard has got plenty room for a coffin
They say that we responsible for boostin' the crime rate
They say that we the reason that these young niggas buyin' weight
But I'm gonna keep this glock on my waist 'til my dyin' days
It's nuttin' but a G thang, G-Unit and Dr. Dre

Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood done made me?
Feels like my emotions are froze
I stay G'd up
It's the things I done seen and the shit I been through
That make my heart turn cold
I stay G'd up

I'm a gangsta you find out for sure
If you ever step on my toes
I stay G'd up
When I'm hangin' out that window with that AK
Fillin' your punk ass with holes
I stay G'd up

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Real Love - Lyrics - Real Love - Lisa Stansfield

Title: Real Love
Album: Real Love
Artist: Lisa Stansfield
Composer(s): Ian Owen Devaney, Andy Morris, Lisa Jane Stansfield

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Lyric:
There will never be
Another love
For you and me

Real love, where do you come from?
Real love, lead the way
Real love, where do you come from?
Real love, stay with me
Stay with me

I need you baby
Like the birds need to sing
I want you always
For I cherish everything you do for me
Baby you set me free
It's you and me
For eternity

Real love, where do you come from?
Real love, lead the way
Real love, where do you come from?
Real love, stay with me
Stay with me

When your arms surround me
And you smother me in your sweet love
We let tender kisses
Loose on one another
We're not living in the shadow
Of someone we could be
There's no pretending
When we're together all there is honesty
Babe you set me free
It's you and me
For eternity

Real love, where do you come from?
Real love, lead the way
Real love, where do you come from?
Real love, stay with me baby
Stay with me, baby
Stay with me
Stay with me

I need you baby
And I know you need me too
We were meant to be together
There's something special in the things that we do
It's me and you
We're stuck like glue
'Cuz this love is true

Real love, where do you come from?
Real love, lead the way
Real love, where do you come from?
Real love, stay with me
Stay with me

Real love, where do you come from?
Real love, lead the way, baby
Real love, where do you come from?
Real love, I want you to stay with me
It's me and you
You'll never leave me, me and you
This love, it's me and you

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Get It Together - Lyrics - No Doubt - 702

Title: Get It Together
Album: No Doubt
Artist: 702
Composer(s): Danielle Jones

Lyric:
I don't really wanna stay
I don't really wanna go
But I really need to know
Can we get it together?
Get it together
Get it together

I don't really wanna go
I don't really wanna stay
But I really hope and pray
Can we get it together?
Get it together

You don't know the pain that I feel
You've taken my love for granted
And you just wanna see it your way, yah
It's about that time
I'm gonna tell ya what's on my mind
I'm fed up with you not being here with me
When you know love is all I need
I don't want to stay

I don't really wanna stay
I don't really wanna go
But I really need to know
Can we get it together?
Get it together

I don't really wanna go
I don't really wanna stay
But I really hope and pray
Can we get it together?
Get it together
Let's get together, babe

I can't let go
'Cuz being confused just takes control
I hope we can start brand new
'Cuz I don't want to loose you, oh no
With the love we shared
Baby it's all so rare
I'm willing to try and make you see
That all you need is here in me

I don't wanna stay
I don't wanna go
But you gotta let me know
How you feel
Let me know how you feel

I don't wanna stay
I don't wanna go
But you gotta let me know
How you feel
Just how you feel

I don't really wanna stay
I don't really wanna go
But I really need to know
Can we get it together?
Get it together

I don't really wanna go
I don't really wanna stay
But I really hope and pray
Can we get it together?
Get it together

See I'm so confused
I just don't know what to do
And I don't understand, no
Ya know I don't wanna stay
You know I don't wanna go
Baby, please listen to me
I don't wanna

I don't really wanna stay
I don't really wanna go
But I really need to know
Can we get it together?
Get it together

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Inwards - Lyrics - The Crossing - Big Country

Title: Inwards
Album: The Crossing
Artist: Big Country
Composer(s): Stuart Adamson, Mark Brzezicki, Tony Butler, Bruce William Watson

Lyric:
I wouldn't wanna go home on a night like this
When I find out that some of the past has been missed
And the light in the window has burned it's fuse
I pull everything inwards but everything's loose

Everything inwards, but everything's loose
Everything inwards, but everything's loose

I wouldn't wanna stay out with news like this
All the engines too loud all the pavements hiss
How the scouts in the stairwell will meet again?
Pull everything inwards but everything's changed?

[Incomprehensible]

Everything inwards, but everything's loose
Everything inwards, but everything's loose

I wouldn't wanna stay out with news like this
All the engines too loud all the pavements hiss
How the scouts in the stairwell will meet again?
Pull everything inwards but everything's changed?

I wouldn't wanna go home on a night like this
When I find out that some of the past has been missed
And the light in the window has burned it's fuse
Pull everything inwards but everything's loose

Everything inwards, but everything's loose
Everything inwards, but everything's loose
Everything inwards, but everything's loose
Everything inwards, but everything's loose

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Shit Expands - Lyrics - The Lost Masters - Kool Keith

Title: Shit Expands
Album: The Lost Masters
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Bronx, Brooklyn
Queens, Manhattan
Staten Island
Keith in the house

It ain't about the bitch with a wig like she comin' from China
Y'all fronted in rented Benzes with Avis on 'em
No breakfast, I'm goin home, fuck Chelsea or diner
Let the guys with the chrome buckets expose the cuffs
Be a co-signer

I'm in your ass man, close like your Starter jacket liner
Dr. J sharper, plug your asshole up with a tub stopper
Your wife's a New York City Breaker
Your baby's mom is a pop-locker, know the metropolitan area

Custodian nigga, you sanitation worker, shit cleaner
Floor mopper, look down on the city with binoculars
Piss out at choppers, defecate 80 thousand feet in the air
I flip your small game, take your small urban territory
Put the street in the air

My shit rise, increase like subway fare
Scuffle your dinner wear
Your sneaker line ain't makin it, I piss on four pair
You know the big head boy from the projects

Retarded motherfucker, you know you be in child care
You better stay there
Your crew get picked up with shitty diapers from daycare
Your foe be his crib death

The top rappers receive hot dogs up they ass, they get F
Mark flush the toilet, you shit next
Expand your stomach range with tummy pains
Shit in the back of your Bentley when it rains

Leave your wooden panels with shit stains
Throw the turds out the windows
Watch them bounce in the carpool lanes

Hot 97
The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand
The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand

The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand
The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand

Yo, where's the block at? Uh
They say 106th and Park is on the mad, fuck it is on
I haven't heard a hard record in years, uh
Everybody dancin', Harlem shakin, strip free naked

And put a pole up and watch the ratings go up
And if AJ steps, take his Jacob and slap off the makeup
I'm in the crowd like Lee Malvo, with a sniper rifle
A hockey mask, a butcher knife, yo, who knows what I'll do

They sellin' dreams with a rap battle, uh, huh
Look, yeah, you rappers are kids and rappin' with a rap rattle
Nobody ever comes out, that's right
No twelve inches, no fires, no jets

Early retired, no links
No chains, no videos, no baguettes, uh
Don't Speak, uh huh, I'm gettin Gwen Stefani
Tossed up, sellin' pussy like every week

So don't fight me, uh, you can hype me, that's right
I'm liable to go out with a terrorist style
I'm liable to flow out with a terrible style
Viacom bought you, suckers
I'm outta here nigga I'm changin' the dial

Hot 97
The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand
The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand

The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand
The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand

No more cars and shit, we suicide bombers
Nigga, walk up in your radio station
We get gas from the gas station, nigga
You better ask public relations, blow out your DJ booth

With hats off, like motherfuckin' Dr. Seuss
No buckets, strictly bombs under the North Face goose
Caught you with acid, baby
We put it in your motherfuckin orange juice

Fuck a turned up cap
How bout a burnt up motherfuckin' baseball cap
With a whack-ass rap
We detonate with three sticks of dynamite through your turntables
Blow out your ass crack

You ain't the motherfuckin' pimp, you ain't the motherfuckin' mack
Review this right, you gon' drink a daquiri
Are you gon' come back to me?
Are you gon' get smacked from me?
Fuck around look how you act to me, bitch

Hot 97
The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand
The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand

The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand
The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand

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Everything'S Gonna Be Alright - Lyrics - Aaliyah

Title: Everything'S Gonna Be Alright
Artist: Aaliyah
Composer(s): George Brown, Claydes Smith, Robert Bell, Ronald Bell, M Muhammed, Dennis Thomas, Rodney Jerkins, Earl Toon, James Taylor, Japhe Tejeda

Lyric:
Yo, Rodney, you ready?
'Cause I'm ready so let's go

Come on, check it, check it out
Aaliyah makes it hot
Background makes it hot
The R.G. makes it hot
To get up, get up and don't stop

Everything's gonna be alright
Let's get this on tonight
It's time to get real loose
Do what you wanna do

Everything's gonna be alright
Let's get this on tonight
It's time to get real loose
Do what you wanna do

Baby, can we talk about what we came to do?
Let's turn this party on
Let me show you what our love's about
Come here, baby and let me show you how tonight

Everything's gonna be alright
Let's get this on tonight
It's time to get real loose
Do what you wanna do

Everything's gonna be alright
Let's get this on tonight
It's time to get real loose
Do what you wanna do

Now we know what's going on
Just come to me and baby, you will see
That I'm not into playing games
You can do this, baby, with the L I Y A H, baby

Everything's gonna be alright
Let's get this on tonight
It's time to get real loose
Do what you wanna do

Everything's gonna be alright
Let's get this on tonight
It's time to get real loose
Do what you wanna do

When I'm with you, you make me smile
(Baby, yes, you do)
Stay with me a little while
(A little while)
Don't ever go, 'cause tonight is the night
Baby, I will do anything you want me to

Everything's gonna be alright
Let's get this on tonight
It's time to get real loose
Do what you wanna do

Everything's gonna be alright
Let's get this on tonight
It's time to get real loose
Do what you wanna do

Everything's gonna be alright
Let's get this on tonight
It's time to get real loose
Do what you wanna do

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8 Rulez - Lyrics - Undaground Legend - Lil' Flip

Title: 8 Rulez
Album: Undaground Legend
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Wesley Weston, Maurice Jordan, Shasta Moore

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Lyric:
It's the 8 rulez on the streets
You live by this, you won't get holed up

1, never let a nigga know yo business
2, always start what you finish
3, stay on yo note, don't slip
4, be careful 'cause these streets are a trip

5, always keep a glock in yo whip
6, real niggaz stick to the script
7, don't slang crack where you stay
8, just don't do it, okay?

In my hood all you see is dope fiends an' dope dealers
Rats an' roaches, police an' 4 wheelers
[Incomprehensible], pawn shops, liquor stores
30 year old men, chillin', drinkin [Incomprehensible]

Stop signs, but don't nobody ever stop
It's ten groups in my hood, but don't nobody drop
Plus the block is hot an' this dope game cold
Through rain, sleet or snow, birds gotta get sold

Birds get sold, I stand an' watch the game unfold
Thing gets low, I told my connect right in the snow
They exchanged the dough, leave the scene wit no clue
4 words you gotta remember, 'Don't break the rules'

Use your tools, it's kinda like you move, you loose
If you don't fuck wit me, I ain't fuckin' wit you
Check the game 'til you see my weapon aim
Nigga, I ain't a rookie I'm a veteran, mayne

1, never let a nigga know yo business
2, always start what you finish
3, stay on yo note, don't slip
4, be careful 'cause these streets are a trip

5, always keep a glock in yo whip
6, real niggaz stick to the script
7, don't slang crack where you stay
8, just don't do it, okay?

Hustle for yo whip, stack Benjamins
Buy a cookie cutter, whip it, ship it, then I'm in the wind
Back to home base, I'm on a paper chase
I'm not a case catcher, so I can't catch a case

Money on my mind an' how am I gonna get it
I dress like I'm broke, but I'm really runnin' the city
Bricks turn into crumbs, gallons turn into ones
Drugs, violence, distributin' narcotics usin' guns

Money, cash, hoes, swangin' glass folds
Get the dough, pay the bills, man, that's all I know
Hustlers never sleep an' sleepers never hustle
Down on the interstate with a brick in my muffler

Keep it on a low 'cause niggas be snitchin'
They'll do anythin', so they won't see prison
Man, you never know, yo brother could be a snitch
A month later, now you got Undercovers shakin' yo piss

I'm off the block, somebody better call the cops
I'm haulin' rocks, somebody better call the doc
I'm shippin' an' handlin', when I'm not chicken dismantlin'
The family don't feed me, I feed the family

1, never let a nigga know yo business
2, always start what you finish
3, stay on yo note, don't slip
4, be careful 'cause these streets are a trip

5, always keep a glock in yo whip
6, real niggaz stick to the script
7, don't slang crack where you stay
8, just don't do it, okay?

1, never let a nigga know yo business
2, always start what you finish
3, stay on yo note, don't slip
4, be careful 'cause these streets are a trip

5, always keep a glock in yo whip
6, real niggaz stick to the script
7, don't slang crack where you stay
8, just don't do it, okay?

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Holla At Me - Lyrics - All Eyez On Me - 2pac

Title: Holla At Me
Album: All Eyez On Me
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Bobby Ervin, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Niggas out there jealous 'cuz we be bailin' with Death Row
They try to playa hate but they can't fade us tho'
We be mobbin' through tha neighborhood, yeah
With that funky sound we be throwin' down

This goes out to you playa
You know, you know who you are

Gotta be careful, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me nigga, ya better holla at me
Gotta be careful, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me nigga, ya better holla at me

Gotta be careful, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me nigga, ya better holla at me

Are you confused?
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes
Of a nigga who don't have a thing to loose
When me and you was homies

No one informed me it was all a scheme
You infiltrated my team and sold a niggas dreams
How could you do me like that? I took ya family in
I put some cash in ya pocket made you a man again

And now you let tha fear put your ass in a place
Complicated to escape, it's a fools fate
Without your word, you're a shell of a man
I lost respect for you nigga, we can never be friends

I know I'm runnin' through your head now
What could you do? If it was up to you, i'd be dead now
I let tha world know nigga you a coward
You could never be live, until you die
See tha mothafucken bitch in your eye

Type of nigga, that let tha evil of tha money trap me
When ya see me nigga, ya better holla at me
Can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me nigga, ya better holla at me

You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay

So I gotta be careful, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
Ao when ya see me nigga, ya better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay

Courious, spittin' lyrics on tha verge of furious
I'm addicted to currency, nigga that's why we're doin this
I got shot up, I surprised tha niggas tha way I got up
And then I hit the studio it's time to blow tha block up

No hesitation, this information got you contemplatin'
Heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation
Break him and let him see tha face of a mental patient
It's a celebration of my criminal elevation with the participation

I want members across tha fifty states
To keep tha nation anticipatin' until we break
Will I be great, is it my fate? to live tha life of luxury
Some niggas bought my tapes, so much jelousy it scares me

So be prepared, 'cause only tha strong survive
Life isn't fair, probably never knew tha way it feels to die
So you figure fuck with me
I give that ass a try, nigga, holla at me

Gotta be careful, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me nigga, ya better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay

I gotta be careful, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me nigga, ya better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay

I shoulda saw tha signs, I was blinded
Criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time
So many brothas framed in this dirty game
It's a shame

So much pressure on my brain while she blame me
Secrets in tha dark only her and I know
Now I'm sitten' in tha state pen doin time for slow
Guess she made a bad decision that got me livin'

Just like an animal, I'm caged up in state prison
My niggas dissin' 'cause hell have no fury like a woman scorn
A cemetary full of mothafuckers got not knowin'
Picture my prophecy the cops are attacking me, on top of me

I'm runnin' from tha coppers but never let 'em stop me
'Cause I'm a soulja hell, ever since I was a little nigga
Havin' fantasies of one day getting older
Niggas is paranoid trust a no no

Love is a mystery, fuck tha po po, holla at me
So when you see me nigga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay

Gotta be careful, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me nigga, ya better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay

I gotta be careful, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me nigga, ya better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay

Niggas out there jealous 'cuz we be bailin' with Death Row
They try to playa hate but they can't fade us tho'
We be mobbin' through tha neighborhood, yeah
With that funky sound, we be throwin' down

Gotta be careful, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me nigga, ya better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay

Gotta be careful, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me nigga, ya better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay

Oh, hey, oh, no, no, no

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Crooked Letter I - Lyrics - Method Man

Title: Crooked Letter I
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Patrick Charles, Mike Chavarria, Denaun M Porter, Clifford M Smith

Lyric:
Ooh! We have returned
Yeah, show you how to flow again
(Show you how to flow again)
It's the rap rule again yo, yo

Street, Meth, we ride like AC and OJ
(That niggaz crazy!)
I runs up on you in broad days, I'm a loose link
I carrys the heaterz, always
Small timers, get left for dead in the hallways
That ill breed, move in warp speed, follow my lead
(Me and my Co-Ds about to OD)
Let me proceed
I'm that OG, you're not in my league
(You know my steez)
I put the smackdown, on you killer clown MCs

I rock for all my niggaz
(I rock for all my niggaz)
That's why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see here
Stat' land, crooked letter is I, we back man
Harder than a dick on viagra gettin' a lap dance
Hittin' like a back hand
(I slap y'all kids)
As if we in a game of Spades, and y'all renig'
John Blaze, not the clothing, 'cuz some of that is slum
(Son, I'm already knowin')
Cut they jeans mad young

In the crooked letter I, it's do or die
Shit, every man fights to stay alive
In the crooked letter I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?

In the crooked letter I, it's do or die
Shit, every man fights to stay alive
In the crooked letter I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?

Stingy with my doe, even stingier with dojia'
(Told y'all)
You'll never go broke, long as I yo'ya
Maintain your composure, or party over
For stank bitches, who get it twisted like yoga
Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't gotta go home
(But y'all gotta get the fuck outta here)
Who stay 'Lo' like Jennifer, won't see me a lot
But when you see Vivica, tell her she a fox

We rollin', big truck, sittin' on chrome
(Twistin' a bone)
Talkin' to a bird on the bat phone
Zonin', out the area, roamin'
The closest you could come to my style maybe is clonin'
The Omen
(I'm warnin' you now!)
Niggaz is holdin'
Run up, watch me put one up in your colon
Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like chicks posin'
Lambchop niggaz is sheep in wolf clothing

In the crooked letter I, it's do or die
Shit, every man fights to stay alive
In the crooked letter I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?

In the crooked letter I, it's do or die
Shit, every man fights to stay alive
In the crooked letter I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?

Beware, danger, shoot off your flares
Warn all your dogs
(Tell 'em we here)
The stat'
(We don't bust our guns in the air)
Never that, y'all don't come out 'til the coast is clear
(Who you suppose to fear?)
Street, I fears no one
You all thumbs, I probably murder you with your gun
When I start lettin' off
(Niggaz is jettin' off)
You straight chicken broth, we holes in your terrycloth

I Double O 3, long time no see
Who mind parts seas, and 'cause blind to see
Some think this industry is just all rhyme and G
Then he make it to the door, and he can't find the key
Don't know what it be, to make y'all follow my lead
Or make this pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed
If rap wasn't rap no more, what would it be?
I don't know, I'd be zonin' sometime, must be the weed
That's shit

In the crooked letter I, it's do or die
Shit, every man fights to stay alive
In the crooked letter I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?

Homicide housing, loose linx
Carlton fisk, DC, rest in peace
To the million dollar kid Y
SI, NY, 10304
Sick eyes, size 7
Big nut, what up?

Big up to denaun, good lookin' on the track, nigga
Matter fact, I'm a call Staten island the tri-borough, now on
'Cuz we'll try any fuckin' thing
Homicide housing
Fuck y'all

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Waitin' On You - Lyrics - Ghetto Love - Jaheim

Title: Waitin' On You
Album: Ghetto Love
Artist: Jaheim
Composer(s): Christopher Joe, Kent Lawrence, Eric Williams, Wesley Hogges

Lyric:
Yeah, uh, oh yeah
Sit right here, girl
Let me talk to you
'Bout some thing's that we've been going through

Let's do whatever girl and make it last
We've gotta take our time we can't move to fast
Now I'm not the type of cat to hit and run
(Oh, no)

Girl, I swear that you're the only one
But what I am girl is a lovin' man
While love is just wanna smack and smash that ass
Kick it fast

One, two what you wanna do?
(Ain't even gon' front girl, I wanna tear it up now)
Two, three tell me, what's it gonna be? You ain't gonna get
No peppey so you better keep watchin' TV

Look at you tryna play me like I'm loose
(Girl you've got it twisted, I'm here waitin' on you)
(Waitin' on you, waitin' on you, girl, you must be trippin')
(I'm here waitin' on you)

Baby girl, you know I'm stuck on you
And I'll do just what you want me to
Whatever it is I aim to please
For your love get on my knees

I wanna touch you right here
Kiss you right there
However you want it, baby
I don't care

But if the night's not right
Then that's okay
I love you anyway
Your JaJa's here to stay

One, two what you wanna do?
(Ain't even gon' front girl, I wanna tear it up now)
Two, three tell me, what's it gonna be? You ain't gonna get
No peppey so you better keep watchin' TV

Look at you tryna play me like I'm loose
(Girl you've got it twisted, I'm here waitin' on you)
(Waitin' on you, waitin' on you, girl, you must be trippin')
(I'm here waitin' on you)

One, two what you wanna do?
(Ain't even gon' front girl, I wanna tear it up now)
Two, three tell me, what's it gonna be? You ain't gonna get
No peppey so you better keep watchin' TV

Look at you tryna play me like I'm loose
(Girl you've got it twisted, I'm here waitin' on you)
(Waitin' on you, waitin' on you, girl, you must be trippin')
(I'm here waitin' on you)

After all this time
I've been with you, baby
Do you wanna act up, stop talkin' slick
You talkin' crazy
(Crazy)

You know you mean the world to me
Out of all the places in this world
There's not one place, I'd rather be
So stop actin' like you wanna be alone

If you felt that way we would of never fallen
And if the night's not right
Then that's okay, I love you anyway
Your JaJa's here to stay

One, two what you wanna do?
(Ain't even gon' front girl, I wanna tear it up now)
Two, three tell me, what's it gonna be? You ain't gonna get
No peppey so you better keep watchin' TV

Look at you tryna play me like I'm loose
(Girl you've got it twisted, I'm here waitin' on you)
(Waitin' on you, waitin' on you, girl, you must be trippin')
(I'm here waitin' on you)

One, two what you wanna do?
(Ain't even gon' front girl, I wanna tear it up now)
Two, three tell me, what's it gonna be? You ain't gonna get
No peppey so you better keep watchin' TV

Look at you tryna play me like I'm loose
(Girl you've got it twisted, I'm here waitin' on you)
(Waitin' on you, waitin' on you, girl, you must be trippin')
(I'm here waitin' on you)

One, two what you wanna do?
(Ain't even gon' front girl, I wanna tear it up now)
Two, three tell me, what's it gonna be? You ain't gonna get
No peppey so you better keep watchin' TV

Look at you tryna play me like I'm loose
(Girl you've got it twisted, I'm here waitin' on you)
(Waitin on you, waitin' on you, girl, you must be trippin')
(I'm here waitin' on you)

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Chedda Brings - Lyrics - Senior - Ginuwine

Title: Chedda Brings
Album: Senior
Artist: Ginuwine
Composer(s): Andre Deyo, Antonio Mclendon, Elgin Lumpkin, Troy Oliver

Lyric:
Oh yeah, yeah, I was ready to change the game
You forfeited my love and still livin' the same
I felt like I was just wanted for the fame
It's a bit silly to think I would look again

'Cause you have lost this nigga and a damn good friend
I thought you'd stick around but you couldn't stay
I was lookin' forward to those betta thangs
I guess it's just the problems that the Chedda brings
Just the problems that the Chedda brings

Thought I finaly found my soul sista
Convinced I had it all, fell in love quicker
Been goin' through it all this time
I'm so sick of your games
I'm so sick of your games

Girl, you're fuckin' with tha wrong nigga
Must be out your mind or on some strong liquor
How could I stay wit cha
You right after neighborhood's been wit cha

I can't, you've already had your chance spendin'
All my Benjamins

I was ready to change the game
You forfeited my love and still livin' the same
I felt like I was just wanted for the fame
It's a bit silly to think I would look again

'Cause you have lost this nigga and a damn good friend
I thought you'd stick around but you couldn't stay
I was lookin' forward to those betta thangs
I guess it's just the problems that the Chedda brings
Just the problems that the Chedda brings

She was a San Francisco gold digga
And she knew how to put a hole in a nigga pocket for the cold figgas
Chain you up and whip you take your Poloroid pictures
Oops, blackmail when she get annoyed wit cha

Ooh, she the type to do her thing
Type to lock you down, for half of the estate
From around the way
So fellas beware of the fuckin' game

She'll ruin your name and empty
All the savings just the same

I was ready to change the game
You forfeited my love and still livin' the same
I felt like I was just wanted for the fame
It's a bit silly to think I would look again

'Cause you have lost this nigga and a damn good friend
I thought you'd stick around but you couldn't stay
I was lookin' forward to those betta thangs
I guess it's just the problems that the Chedda brings
Just the problems that the Chedda brings

Jose had this biddy testin' her game usin' her black gold
Thats what I guess she gets out my pockets chains like a lasso
It's past dough she's after my G's plus my reality
I max though payin' her rent and now she mad at me, is that so

Sayin' well Jose you 'bout to blow
Doin' songs wit Ginuwine, Sole, and Little Mo
I'm' like, "What you talkin', I don't know G and he don't know me"

And you been talkin' sideways a little often
Thats why when my thing softens
I start to loose interest
A gold digga wit a fetish for riches, so bear witness

She the difference 'tween women and chickens
Skeazas and sistas
'Cause the Chedda brings change in the game
We talkin figgas

I was ready to change the game
You forfeited my love and still livin' the same
I felt like I was just wanted for the fame
It's a bit silly to think I would look again

'Cause you have lost this nigga and a damn good friend
I thought you'd stick around but you couldn't stay
I was lookin' forward to those betta thangs
I guess it's just the problems that the Chedda brings
Just the problems that the Chedda brings

I was ready to change the game
You forfeited my love and still livin' the same
I felt like I was just wanted for the fame
It's a bit silly to think I would look again

'Cause you have lost this nigga and a damn good friend
I thought you'd stick around but you couldn't stay
I was lookin' forward to those betta thangs
I guess it's just the problems that the Chedda brings
Just the problems that the Chedda brings

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Fuck These Hoez - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Fuck These Hoez
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Dorsey, Byron O Thomas

Lyric:
I don't sweat no bitches, I only issue dick
I only dick in the splits, I never have been a trick
I label hoes as hoes, you can't be my boo
Bitch, I be home too, so how the fuck I'ma do for you

Alize and Tanquerae had my dick ready, the jelly heavy, greasy
'Cause when it's tight it tease me
'Cause I nut easy, bitch, please me and suck
Ya wanna be greedy, so catch my fuckin' nut

Hoes wanna be my ol lady, have my baby
Bitch ya must be crazy, tryin' to glaze me
Wanna rep, lets see ya play me
Ya get left under daisies ho, if ya tryin' to fade me

My old ho, I had to ex the bitch, she got grazed
When a nigga sprayed, so get on ya way, good day
I ain't no good, I'ma dog anyway that's bout pimpin'
And livin', gots too much game to be slippin'

No trickin', just dickin', pussy, I gots to have it
But before I get money, I supply my fuckin' habit
B.G. jockin'? Never, bitch you cant handle
Have fakes and they done, the bitch gets ass broke

That's how it is, all my hoes get bounced
I knock the pussy out, then I shoot straight for the mouth
It's no doubt, I gets dirty, say bitch, how you figga?
Call me a real ass, dog ass, dick servin' nigga

I don't give a fuck about a ho, 'cause da bitch ain't shit
A ho 'gon be a ho, a bitch 'gon be a bitch
Stay above da ho, don't love da ho
If ya a thug, when it's over, you'll shove da ho

I don't give a fuck about a ho, 'cause da bitch ain't shit
A ho 'gon be a ho, a bitch 'gon be a bitch
Stay above da ho, don't love da ho
If ya a thug, when it's over, you'll shove da ho

Nigga, kill dat conversation bout yo ho you say I fucked
She tryin' to duck, but I fucked and nigga what, you trippin'
On my set and you disrespectin', nigga, better steppin'
Fo' I leave dat ass wet and you upsettin' my fuckin' nerve I relent

That chopper leave you wet and knock yo shit loose in a second
Pussy protectin', I fuck baby mamas in this section
Concert reckin', Bill Board chartin' wit Black Connection
In affect and chopper totin', put ya coke in them niggas

From China bringin' it in on a boat and I snort that dope man
But I ain't broke man, I thought you knew that I dress in black
Who dat, gon' do dat, knock yo crew flat off the top
I get high and shoot back, knock yo crew flat off the top

Don't know why I do that tryin' to get my loot fat
Then I take it to the street, interrupt my paper chasin'
Then I'll take ya to the street ain't no fakin', nigga
I'm erasin' playa hatin', rapin' ya for ya life

Tryin' to earn OG stripes, you hoes know you be feelin' me
Trill nigga, real as can be, yo [unverified] get spilled nigga
Cash Money Records representin' to tha finish beef we winnin'
'Cause we stay spinnin' a binn and no laughin', no grinnin'

No he-he, no bullshittin' respect my mind, I'll put ya life to a endin'
I don't like these messages through these hoes, you be sendin'
Approach me bitch, we both supposed to be men and I got the Mac-10
And the Mac-9 and nigga try me Drama to Cash Money, Hot Boyz
That's a hobby

I don't give a fuck about a ho, 'cause da bitch ain't shit
A ho 'gon be a ho, a bitch 'gon be a bitch
Stay above da ho, don't love da ho
If ya a thug, when it's over, you'll shove da ho

I ain't lovin' no mans daughter, I fuck a ho and ride
I stay high til I die, I lay dat pipe down then bye
You could try to get some snaps, but it ain't no haps
I fuck white, black, Hispanic and Japs, my dick is made of iron

Once it's rock, it's on hit a bag of that bomb, break ya off
Then bring ya home BG and L.T. be teamin' up and trainin'
I toss a ho, he toss a ho, Cash Money, weed and drainin'
Stay in line ho, get ya mind right bitch, keep ya mouth shut

Get smart, nigga off in ya shit, that's how real niggaz play it
All these rookies can't take it, ya'll outdated, CMB can't be faded
Take it how ya wanna, bring it how ya feel
Hardest Hot comin', ho I represent the real

Bat a bitch up, smack a bitch up, get buck, try to rush me
I'll back a bitch up, serve coke by the pound, B.G. get down
V.L. locked up, he'll touch down, my motherfuckin' round
Uptown is where I'm from, V.L. is where we be

A.K.s is what we pack, the title is B.G., head bussin' niggas
Examples we settin', all these fake niggas threatin'
Lettin' these hoes disrespect 'em but I'm checkin' 'em

Fuck these bitches, dick suckin' hoes
These hoes ain't dishin' nothin' but some good mouth
Off top, these bow-lows, ho
Droppin' these bow-lows in these hoes mouth

What, what, what, what, what, what, yeah
Some of these niggas is bitches too
Don't love ya, don't need ya
So, why the fuck would I feed ya?

What's up?
My nigga K.C. got 10 year for doggin' these hoes
76, William B. in this motherfucker
Bet it, man, understand, bet it, man

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Keep It Loose, Keep It Tight - Lyrics - Amos Lee - Amos Lee

Title: Keep It Loose, Keep It Tight
Album: Amos Lee
Artist: Amos Lee
Composer(s): Amos Lee

Lyric:
Well I walked over the bridge
Into the city where I live
And I saw my old landlord
Well we both said, "Hello"
There was no where else to go
'Cause his rent I couldn?t afford

Well relationships change
Though I think it?s kind of strange
How money makes a man grow
Ah, some people they claim
If you get enough fame
You live over the rainbow, over the rainbow

But the people on the street
Out on buses or on feet
We all got the same blood flow
Oh in society every dollar got a deed
We all need a place that we can go
And feel over the rainbow

Sometimes we forget what we got
Who we are or who we are not
I think we got a chance to make it right
Keep it loose, keep it tight, keep it tight

I?m in love with a girl who?s in love with the world
Though I can?t help but follow
Though I know someday she is bound to go away
And stay over the rainbow
Got to learn how to let her go over the rainbow

But sometimes we forget who we got
Who they are or who they are not
There is so much more in love than black and white
Keep it loose child, you gotta keep tight
Keep it loose, keep it tight, keep it tight
Keep it tight, yeah

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