Steady Red Light - Lyrics - The Perishers

Title: Steady Red Light
Artist: The Perishers
Composer(s): Pehr Astrom, Martin Gustafson, Thomas Hedlund, ??

Lyric:
The steady red light on my answering machine
Means you haven't called
You haven't cared to call
No you haven't called

And yesterday night I waited up till three
But you didn't come
You didn't care to come
No you didn't come

And I know you don't care for me
And I know that you ain't true
But I can't understand why I'm still with you

The steady red light on my answering machine
Means you no longer care
You just don't care to care
You no longer care

And if yesterday night you would have cared to come
I still would have felt alone
Though you'd been lying next to me
I still would have felt alone

'Cause I know that you don't love me
Yeah, I know you don't care for me
Still I can't understand why I'm still with you

I know you don't care for me
And don't ever think that you can fool me
Any day now I will leave you

Play the MP3 online for free!

6aa0924349be82d5e5f1dc42fe5071ee

West L.A. Fadeaway - Lyrics - Grateful Dead

Title: West L.A. Fadeaway
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): Jerome J Garcia, Robert C Christie Hunter

Lyric:
I'm looking for a Chateau, 21 rooms but one will do
I'm looking for a Chateau, 21 rooms but one will do
I don't want to buy it
I just want to rent it for a dollar or two

I met an old mistake walking down the street today
I met an old mistake walking down the street today
I didn't want to be mean about it
But I, I didn't have one good thing to say

West L.A. fadeaway
West L.A. fadeaway
Little red light on the highway
Big green light on the speedway, hey hey hey

I had a steady job holding items for the mob
I had a steady job holding items for the mob
Know the pay was pathetic
It's a shame those boys couldn't be more copasetic

I need a West L.A. girl, already know what I need to know
I need a West L.A. girl, already know what I need to know
Name out just before love could go, just how far to go

Well West L.A. fadeaway
West L.A. fadeaway
Little red light on the highway
Big green light on the speedway, hey hey hey

I'm looking for a Chateau, 21 rooms but one will do
I'm looking for a Chateau, 21 rooms but one will do
I don't want to rent it
I just want to use it for a minute or two

Well West L.A. fadeaway
West L.A. fadeaway
Little red light on the highway
Big green light on the speedway, hey hey hey
Little red light on the highway
Big green light on the speedway, hey hey hey
Little red light on the highway
Big green light on the speedway, hey hey

Play the MP3 online for free!

c2b9cebbb4ccf47e6a3ea202caf8d98f

Shotgun Seat - Lyrics - Gluecifer

Title: Shotgun Seat
Artist: Gluecifer
Composer(s): Frithjof Jacobsen, Rolf Yngve Uggen, Arne C. Skagen, Danny Young, Stig Atle Amundsen

Lyric:
With the top down
And a hitcher
And a stream of steady talk

I got the beat on
And a kerosene bottle
And a light on the cigar

Light green
Light up the kerosene
White light
Going right into the night

You wear the hair long
Got opinions
And you think you?re very smart

I?m just a driver
With a buzz on baby
And a light on the cigar

Light red
And it?s buzzing in my head
White light
Going right into the night

Come on and
Ride it, ride it
Dig it, digging it
Bite it, bite it
Shotgun seat for you

An opposition to the system
Is gonna leave you
With a messy face

When I'm gunnin' down a straight way
And then I'm slamming
On them brakes

Light green
Light up the kerosene
White light
Going right into the night

Come on and
Ride it, ride it
Dig it, digging it
Bite it, bite it
Shotgun seat for you

I got a seat for you
Oh, I got a seat for you
I got a seat for you

Come on and
Ride it, ride it
Dig it, digging it
Bite it, bite it

Dig it, dig it
Ride it, ride it
Dig it, digging it
Bite it, bite it
Shotgun seat for you

Play the MP3 online for free!

e61ead752eaf867a25394b79830b67d2

Bullet In The Chamber - Lyrics - Lovin' Every Minute Of It - Loverboy

Title: Bullet In The Chamber
Album: Lovin' Every Minute Of It
Artist: Loverboy
Composer(s): Mike Reno, Paul Warren Dean, Davitt Sigerson, Bill Wray

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
Red light, black lace
It's gonna blow up right in your face
You take the heat, you pay the price
Keep on fingering the merchandise

Squeeze slow, steady all the way
Breathe softly while you're taking your aim
It's now or never, it's in your sights
Oh, is it safe to say?

Do yourself a favor
I'm like a bullet in the chamber
Why don't you do us both a favor?
I'm like a bullet in the chamber

I'm cold steel, hot lead
I'm getting in way over my head
I'm wound up, I'm ready to go
Your attitude tells me what I need to know

So you, you say you like it rough
And you tell me that you want it that way
Do you really think you're tough enough?
Oh, be careful what you say

Do yourself a favor
I'm like a bullet in the chamber
Why don't you do us both a favor?
I'm like a bullet in the chamber, oh, oh

Oh yeah

Oh, squeeze slow, steady all the way
Breathe softly while you're taking your aim
It's now or never, it's in your sights
Oh, is it safe to say?

Do yourself a favor
I'm like a bullet in the chamber
Why don't you do us both a favor?
I'm like a bullet in the chamber

I said, do yourself a favor
I'm like a bullet in the chamber
Why don't you do us both a favor?
I'm like a bullet in the chamber

I've got my sight on you, yeah
I've got my sight on you, yeah
I've got my sight on you, yeah
I've got my sight on you, yeah, yeah, yeah, on you, on you
I've got my sight on you, I've got my sight on you

Play the MP3 online for free!

ba1607cdeb644bfbf1f17e3cf0d96781

Say Hello Wave Goodbye - Lyrics - White Ladder - David Gray

Title: Say Hello Wave Goodbye
Album: White Ladder
Artist: David Gray
Composer(s): Marc Almond, David Ball

Lyric:
Standin' at the door
Of the Pink Flamingo
Crying in the rain
It was a kind of so so love
And I'm gonna make sure
It doesn't happen again

You and I had to be
The standing joke of the year
You were a run around
A lost and found
And not for me I feel

Take your hands
Off me, please
I don't belong to you, you see
And take a look in my face
For the last time
I never knew you
You never knew me
Say hello, goodbye

Say hello and wave goodbye

We tried to make it work
You in a cocktail skirt
And me in a suit
But it just wasn't me
You're used to wearing less
And now your life's a mess
So insecure you seem

Well I put up with all the scenes
And this is one scene
That's goin' to be played my way

Take your hands
Off me, please
I don't belong to you, you say
And take a look in my face
For the last time
I never knew you
You never knew me
Say hello, goodbye

Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye

Under the deep red light
I can see the make up sliding down
Well hey little girl
You will always make up
So take off that
Unbecoming frown

As for me well
I'll find someone
Who's not going cheap
In the sales
A nice little house wife
Who'll give me a steady life
And not keep going off the rails

Take your hands
Off me, please
I don't belong to you, you say
And take a look in my face
For the last time
I never knew you
You never knew me
Say hello, goodbye

Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Wave goodbye

Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello, wave goodbye
Goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye

We were born before the wind
Who were we to understand
We were born before the wind
Say goodbye

Through the rain, hail, sleet and snow
Say good bye
And I'm trying, trying, trying
To say goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye

In the wind and the rain my darling
Say goodbye
In the wind and the rain my darling

Play the MP3 online for free!

68ffb65836bcbc5021b4573aaa10dfa2

Say Hello, Wave Goodbye - Lyrics - Soft Cell

Title: Say Hello, Wave Goodbye
Artist: Soft Cell
Composer(s): Marc Almond, David Ball

Lyric:
Standin' at the door
Of the Pink Flamingo
Crying in the rain
It was a kind of so so love
And I'm gonna make sure
It doesn't happen again

You and I had to be
The standing joke of the year
You were a run around
A lost and found
And not for me I feel

Take your hands
Off me, please
I don't belong to you, you see
And take a look in my face
For the last time
I never knew you
You never knew me
Say hello, goodbye

Say hello and wave goodbye

We tried to make it work
You in a cocktail skirt
And me in a suit
But it just wasn't me
You're used to wearing less
And now your life's a mess
So insecure you seem

Well I put up with all the scenes
And this is one scene
That's goin' to be played my way

Take your hands
Off me, please
I don't belong to you, you say
And take a look in my face
For the last time
I never knew you
You never knew me
Say hello, goodbye

Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye

Under the deep red light
I can see the make up sliding down
Well hey little girl
You will always make up
So take off that
Unbecoming frown

As for me well
I'll find someone
Who's not going cheap
In the sales
A nice little house wife
Who'll give me a steady life
And not keep going off the rails

Take your hands
Off me, please
I don't belong to you, you say
And take a look in my face
For the last time
I never knew you
You never knew me
Say hello, goodbye

Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Wave goodbye

Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello, wave goodbye
Goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye

We were born before the wind
Who were we to understand
We were born before the wind
Say goodbye

Through the rain, hail, sleet and snow
Say good bye
And I'm trying, trying, trying
To say goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye

In the wind and the rain my darling
Say goodbye
In the wind and the rain my darling

Play the MP3 online for free!

a19b8ec981fae2ef8293c3854f76e7b2

Grand Canyon - Lyrics - Educated Guess - Ani Difranco

Title: Grand Canyon
Album: Educated Guess
Artist: Ani Difranco
Composer(s): Ani Difranco

Lyric:
I love my country
By which I mean, I am indebted joyfully
To all the people throughout its history
Who have fought the government to make right

Where so many cunning sons and daughters
Our foremothers and forefathers
Came singing through slaughter
Came through hell and high water

So that we could stand here
And behold breathlessly the sight
How a raging river of tears
Cut a grand canyon of light

Yes, I've been so many places
Flown through vast empty spaces
With stewardesses whose hands
Look much older than their faces

And I've tossed so many napkins
Into that big hole in the sky
Been at the bottom of the Atlantic
Seething in a two-ply

Looking up through all that water
And the fishes swimming by
And I don't always feel lucky
But I'm smart enough to try

'Cause humility has buoyancy
And above us only sky

So I lean in
Breathe deeper that brutal burning smell
That surrounds the smoldering wreckage
That I've come to love so well

Yes, color me stunned and dazzled
By all the red white and blue flashing lights
In the American intersection
Where black crashed head on with white

Comes a melody, comes a rhythm
A particular resonance
That is us and only us
Comes a screaming ambulance

A hand that you can trust
Laid steady on your chest
Working for the better good
Which is good at its best

And too, bearing witness
Like a woman bears a child
With all her might

Born of the greatest pain
Into a grand canyon of light

And no song has gone unsung here
And this joint is strung crazy tight
And people been raising up their voices
Since it just ain't been right

With all the righteous rage
And all the bitter spite
That will accompany us out
Of this long night

That will grab us by the hand
When we are ready to take flight
Seat back and tray table
In the upright and locked position

Shocked to tears by each new vision
Of all that my ancestors have done
Like say, the women who gave their lives
So that I could have one

People, we are standing at ground zero
Of the feminist revolution
Yeah, it was an inside job, stoic and sly
One we're supposed to forget and downplay and deny

But I think the time is nothing
If not night to let the truth out
Coolest f-word ever deserves a fucking shout

I mean why can't all decent men and women
Call themselves feminists?
Out of respect for those who fought for this
I mean, look around, we have this

Yes, I love my country
By which I mean, I am indebted joyfully
To all the people throughout its history
Who have fought the government to make right

Where so many cunning sons and daughters
Our foremothers and forefathers
Came singing through slaughter
Came through hell and high water

So that we could stand here
And behold breathlessly the sight
How a raging river of tears
Is cutting a grand canyon of light

Play the MP3 online for free!

5c41f0e8401141c54bb563d3d6063206

Week In A Country Jail - Lyrics - Dave Dudley

Title: Week In A Country Jail
Artist: Dave Dudley
Composer(s): Tom T Hall

Lyric:
One time I spent a week inside a little country jail
I don't guess I'll ever live it down
I was sittin' at red light when these two men come and got me
And said that I was speedin' through their town

They said, "Tomorrow morning you can see the judge then go"
They let me call one person on the phone
I thought I'd be there over night so I'd just call my boss
To tell him I'd be off but not for long

They motioned me inside the cell with seven other guys
One little barred up window in the rear
My cell mate said if they had let me bring some money in
We ought to send the jailer for some beer

We had to pay him double 'cause he was the man in charge
And the jailer's job was not the best in town
Later on his wife brought hot bologna eggs and gravy
The first day I was there I turned it down

Next morning they'd just let us sleep but I was up real early
Wonderin' when I get my release
Later on we got more hot bologna eggs and gravy
By now I wasn't quite so hard to please

Two days later when I thought that I had been forgotten
The sheriff came in chewing on the straw
He said, "Where is this guy who thinks that this is Indianapolis
I'd like to talk to him about the law"

Well, I told him who I was and told him I was working steady
And I really should be a gettin' on my way
That part about me being who I was did not impress him
He said, "The judge will be here any day"

The jailer had his wife and let me tell you she was awful
But she brought that hot bologna every day
And after seven days she got to looking so much better
I asked her if she'd like to run away

Next morning that old judge took every nickel that I had
He said, "Son, let this teach you not to race"
The jailer's wife was smiling from the window as I left
In thirty minutes I was out of state

Play the MP3 online for free!

18a8b1c6b6bdb93edb6eedc21f29076b

Street 66 - Lyrics - Linton Kwesi Johnson

Title: Street 66
Artist: Linton Kwesi Johnson
Composer(s): Linton Kwesi Johnson

Lyric:
The room was dark, dusk howling softly 6 o'clock
Charcoal light, the fine sight was moving black
The sound was music mellow steady flow
And man son mind just mystic red, green, red, green, your scene

No man would dance but leap and shake
That sharp through feeling right
Shape that sound, tumbling down
Making movement, ruff enuff

'Cos when the music met I-tops
I felt this thing, knew the shock, yeah, had to do and ride the rock
Outta this rock shall come a greener rhythm
Even more dread than what the breeze of glory bred

Vibrating violence is our only move
Rocking with green rhythm
The drought and dry root out

The mighty poet I roy was on the wire
Weston did a skank and each man laugh and feeling irie
Dread I street 66, the sad man said, any policeman come here
Will get some righteous, raasclot licks, yeah mon, whole heapa licks

Hours beat, the scene moving right, when all on a sudden
Bam, bam, bam, a knocking upon the door
"Who is that?", asked Weston, feeling right
"Open up, it's the police, come on, open up"

"What address do you want?"
"Number 66, come on, open up"
Weston, feeling high, replied
"Yes, this is street 66, step right in and take some licks"

Play the MP3 online for free!

81187f857611aecb6c28a99c6f219c1d

The Killing Fields - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: The Killing Fields
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales
Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails
I try to roll, my skin slowly tears away
My flesh is stuck to my bed as I begin my day

Walking out the house, this morning, the sky is red
The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living dead
They're trying to die, they're leaping off of roof tops
Uh, they only scream in pain as their body flops

I'd rather stay inside my home and only pray to die
But my house is been on fire since like '85
I can only stand a night of the fatal smoke
But see you never die, you only burn and choke

And so I leave out the house and walk the land
Wild pigs run and feed off the dying man
And look around you, there's bodies hanging from the trees
But they're not dying, they're only crying, "Please"

I hear the thunder in the sky, so I run in hide
The deadly rain may soon come down, you got to get inside
The lunatics see the lightning, they're screaming, yes
It's raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess

About once or twice a week though it thunder storms
That's when giant heavy red and black clouds form
It's raining blood, livers, and kidneys from the sky
Prepare 'cause when you die, you're coming to the killing fields

What shall that be? What shall that be?
When that fine moment comes
When the curtains are drawn, the windows are shut
The doors close and you've written what you've written

You said it, that's it, what will you look to be?
What about it, mister, when you've had your last beer
You laughed at family and laughed at your little wife
She begged you not to go out to that bar

As I feed off a dead pig, I'm thinking back
To when I had a heart beat, and how I would act
I would steal from the poor, I'd laugh at the sick
But in the killing fields, you get your fucking neck ripped

So as I walk along, I meet a lot of strange folks
Some people with no eyes, and gashed open throats
And if they notice your eyeballs are working well
They try to dig 'em out your skull, and go for self

Now in the summertime, it's like a whole 'nother realm
Water victims, fire and oceans overwhelm
To walk outside, the heat will surely cook your brains
Try to run across the street your hair will burst in flames

Victims in a panic run from the heated light
Underneath the city, into the sewer pipes
Into the fire storm this becomes your new land
But there's no food, so you feed off the other men

And now it's been seven months, I'm barely fed
I chase a billy, billy goat with a human's head
He's steady screaming, "Let me be! Let me be!"
But while I chase him there's another demon chasing me

All of time moves backwards, I'm growing old
And the clouds are burning fire, and so I'm told
That there's a lot of living souls such as the rich
That choose to live like a bitch, I'll see you in the killing fields

You've had your big time of lust and sin and filth
What is the end going to be when you realize that time is up?
You've crossed the finish line going in the wrong direction
What shall it be? What about it, ya man?
When you spent your life in a few years time?
You're burned out shell at 25 years of age
What shall it be? What about it?

You could go to hell, what shall it be?
You could go to hell, what shall it be?
You could go to hell, what shall it be?
You could go to hell, what shall it be?
You could go to hell

Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down

Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down

Play the MP3 online for free!

437f6ebb4a1d0e3d0d5a62459e84f4b0

If It Ain'T Rough, It Ain'T Right - Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Title: If It Ain'T Rough, It Ain'T Right
Artist: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
Composer(s): Corey Penn, Peter Phillips

Lyric:
Above the level of a mezzanine, healthy as oval tine
The dominant gene queen, I mean go, the light's green
The protege could play like chess to quest the best
Confess, never poor as Bangladesh

I get busy like a boxer, operate like a doctor
Seal like a locker, pop like Orville Reden Bacher
Buy the tape, L P, C D
All me and Petey, to cater to the needy

'Like a Prayer' for Madonna but 'A Different World' for Jasmine
C L is well a physical attraction
Let me make myself perfectly clear
While I'm there, I make a peer a positive pap smear

Really I do once I light the barbecue
Thread the loose ends, see my friends are the crew
The fright night King of New York like Frank White
If it ain't rough it, ain't right man listen

If it ain't rough enough to mingle in the stuff
To scar and scuff and make you cuckoo like a cocoa puff
It ain't right so I smash the satellite
Check the Fahrenheits before I take flight

Unique as Mozambique, here to freak Sheik
The skills that won't leak and never antique
Warm like a oven you're lovin' the style I'm druggin'
Alleyway muggin', heavyweight sluggin'

No fibs I kick the ad libs and rock it in the cribs
Break your ribs like a toothpick 'cause you were never slick
[Incomprehensible] you lacked back when I first started
C L's the one who got the Red Sea parted

My conversation qualification is a doozy
The rude Rudy wreckin' write you off as a floozy
I shoot for the moon but even if I miss
I'm among the stars to put a bullet hole in Mars

In my frame of mind I design the best seller
For rougher cats can Rockafeller you're Penn and Teller
Steady with the convo, rough like Brillo
Let your head hit the bed and knock the feathers out your pillow

The master intelligent with the black testament
Found it relevant and mailed it to the President
But overall I get the papes for my labor
With the physical manifestation of a Savior

You wanna test this but I slay anyway
'Cause your rhymes are old with more wrinkles than a charpei
Mecca Don upon the streets of Babylon
Pass the baton to respond like Farrakhan

Hard like Shaft with the staff for the back draft
A blazin' aftermath, so hon make a path
If you don't trust him, bust him
But if you don't have a weapon then kid keep steppin'

The main idea in here for the hemisphere
C L's here to get wreck for the year
A large man's appetite blowin' like dynamite
If it ain't rough, it ain't right, come on

Play the MP3 online for free!

3363f105e30c6fb781a3cd422e8e5241

Make Your Peace - Lyrics - Balls and My Word - Scarface

Title: Make Your Peace
Album: Balls and My Word
Artist: Scarface
Composer(s): Anthony Douglas Gilmour, Micheal Dean, Brad Jordan

Lyric:
Is this how you made it, or is this sickness out of control
Is the beginning of the end right now? Let me know
Do the saved souls travel the road of the souls lost?
How come the dead can't talk?

Through horrified eyes I can picture the other side
Though my heart shed tears outside I couldn't cry
Watched my homeboy die, day by day body tired
Remember, I finally accounted before he expired

They tell me there's a peaceful place, I wanna see it
They say I gotta leave it to see it, so it be it
And though I appreciate bein' alive
Sometimes I wanna see how it feels to just die

Come back and tell my story to the ones who really know me
Converse with the angels and elders that went before me
And satisfy the hunger for those who wanna know
If there's life after death, and if so, where we go

I often find myself involved in deep thought
I wanna see is heavens a place like we thought
And Christian science seems to think it's just a mindstate
But before I put my trust in a man, I'll just wait

Or better yet, I take the journey for myself
Put a bullet in my own head, it's my death
So when 12 o'clock jump on eve of 11-9
Suicide!

Just as I thought, a bright light
Greeted by friends and family, so life-like
Black and in between screams and then peace
Lookin' in the eyes of the grieved and deceased

Father please, send me back, I don't wanna die
I'm not as strong as I was and I can't lie
During all the mayhem somehow I remained calm
And I woke up singing this song

I been a pawn and I been a king
And I been down since the beckoning
I try to look beyond the sight of sound
And the lights come from the underground

Rarely got questions but I found myself somewhat astound
And through my quest for the answers, know what I found?
I found that regardless to what people say
The shooters gotta do it day for day, so make your peace

Open your books to the first chapter, verse four, page eight
And link to my thoughts as my intents are to initiate
And enter the minds of the ones who are blind
And shed light to all the mankind written in rhyme

I preach to each to get off your ass, stand on your feet
'Cause everyday it's niggas lyin' dead in the street
We stuck in our ways, it's different now than back in the days
Fuck what they say, 'cause ain't no comin' back from the grave

So when the gun goes pop and the lights go out
Then you'll understand what I'm talkin' about
I had a dream and seen a double sun
A different world was in the makin'
The ruler of this new world was Satan

The sky turned blood-red, the silent trumpet started playin'
Then I woke up, my imagination
Runnin' wild but then again the coming of Christ
Could be the moment of any minute, now or tonight

So make your peace, 'cause 666 is the mark of the beast
It's dark in these streets
And some might see it hard to believe but God is in me
Yeah, though I walk through the valley of the wickedness

I know I'm protected 'cause I'm convicted
Anybody believin' in the Big Bang Theory
And thinkin' that thyself is the God, you need to hear me
How do you explain the skies, the moon, the stars and the rain

The sun and the sea the Earth without form facing the deep
Darkness and challengin' the powers that be
It's impossible for scientists to make up the seeds
Didn't make up the trees, so why we turn our backs on the truth?
This heaven and hell part we seem to hide from the youth

I'm tellin' what few tongues of the evil will despise
My intention's to revitalize, still I revive
And I've read the books, and I heard the lessons
And I'm on my knees steady stressin', you make your peace

I been a pawn and I been a king
And I been down since the beckoning
I try to look beyond the sight of sound
And the lights come from the underground

Rarely got questions but I found myself somewhat astound
And through my quest for the answers, know what I found?
I found that regardless to what people say
The shooters gotta do it day for day, so make your peace

Play the MP3 online for free!

035384866b6ea87d76ef3147acdc0ecc

Get Clapped - Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

Title: Get Clapped
Album: Rotten Apple
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): Khari Cain, Albert Johnson, Christopher Charle Lloyd

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
Front on me and get clapped
Front on him and get clapped
Front on us and get clapped
You get clapped n****

Front on me and get clapped
Front on him and get clapped
Front on us and get clapped
Get clapped, get clapped

I know this feel different 'cause everything is good
They actin' like I changed, like I went Hollywood
Like I don't keep it street, like I ain't got the heat
Like I ain't homicide all over the beat

Like I ain't for the beef, like I don't really care
'Cause I ain't camera shy we can do it anywhere
There's diamonds in my chain, there's diamonds in my ear
A n**** come slippin' I'll make him disappear

Ay n**** f*** all the slick talk, get bread instead
Stay low strapped up metal on inf red
Too smooth, won't slip, new jewels, don't trip
Been around the world twice jet, lear, boat, whip

Oh s***, I'm hella rowdy and I'm nothin' nice
Money ain't s*** but a number name ya f***in' price
D*** rider, coat Taylor, a** kisser, sucker for love
Type to pick up the glass slipper

Look around a** n**** before you add liquor
'Cause bein' an ad-libber he'll be in a bag with ya
I'm seein' a bad picture of bein' a cab skipper
Broke as f*** waitin' for Satan to come and get ya

Keep ya clique tight, know ya goals
Don't speed, slow ya role, don't speak, learn the codes
For they pop ya a** barbecue ya body with beans
Outta the shoty while I'm in the Maserati
With somethin' that's gonna swallow me

I know this feel different 'cause everything is good
They actin' like I changed, like I went Hollywood
Like I don't keep it street, like I ain't got the heat
Like I ain't homicide all over the beat

Like I ain't for the beef, like I don't really care
'Cause I ain't camera shy we can do it anywhere
There's diamonds in my chain, there's diamonds in my ear
A n**** come slippin' I'll make him disappear

My trigger finger feenin' that n**** P is a demon
N**** my fangs start showin' if I'm seein' you dreamin'
Get too close and I'm ****** it won't be no discussion
I'ma boss, I don't speak, I just nod my head

And you turn up missin' with ya own page in the feds
I got power and I will flex on you real quick
Call ya dawgs, call ya trick, hug ya momz for you split
'Cause you ain't never gone see that b**** again

And this ain't a war n**** we just havin' fun with ya
Like a bed with a baby, if I smack ya I might **** ya
Half a million in diamonds, half a billion from rhymin'
And I'm steady and climbin' that means I'm still growin' up

Got you burned while you lookin', see my Ferrari in Brooklyn
On the corner of murda and duke, so come through
I'll light ya buildin' on fire that's why these rappers retire
'Cause they tired of dealin' with the n****z like me

I know this feel different 'cause everything is good
They actin' like I changed, like I went Hollywood
Like I don't keep it street, like I ain't got the heat
Like I ain't homicide all over the beat

Like I ain't for the beef, like I don't really care
'Cause I ain't camera shy we can do it anywhere
There's diamonds in my chain, there's diamonds in my ear
A n**** come slippin' I'll make him disappear

Now enough with all the lame s*** and wrestlin' games, kid
I need the rocks to fill the rest of the chain with
I need the block to feel the best that I came with
I need the cops to get the f*** off of my d***

Different day, same s*** media and paparazzi love
Envy and betrayal, my heart's cold as hockey gloves
I light it up and take off that beef and broccoli high
Chocolate tie, green skunk, south Jamaica queens punk

Stand up ya boy's back put ya grams up
Get money you ain't heard nothin' but a hit from me
Quit dummy 'cause it's a changin' of the guards
Beat b****es over the head the caveman of the squad

And he barely fell victim 'cause they raised him up so hard
So my 9 is on my hip and my praise is up to God
'Cause we in a battlefield where the razors lead to scars
And the lasers lead to holes, s**** in n out ya clothes

I know this feel different 'cause everything is good
They actin' like I changed, like I went Hollywood
Like I don't keep it street, like I ain't got the heat
Like I ain't homicide all over the beat

Like I ain't for the beef, like I don't really care
'Cause I ain't camera shy we can do it anywhere
There's diamonds in my chain, there's diamonds in my ear
A n**** come slippin' I'll make him disappear

Hey, ayo P, I'll buck these n****z
Can't nobody else get no money?
This is our year, next year is our year
The year after is our year, the year after is our year
Yeah, G-Unit

Play the MP3 online for free!

eb1626f6b8b4b2881e49931d707c88e4

Git Up, Get Out - Lyrics - Outkast

Title: Git Up, Get Out
Artist: Outkast
Composer(s): Raymon Murray, Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Patrick Brown, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

You need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

I don't recall, ever graduation at all
Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asked to give me some livin' life like a bum

Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own
Nigga, you supposed to be grown
I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be
But negativity is all you seem to ever see

I admit, I've done some dumb shit
And I'm probably gon' do some mo'
You shouldn't hold that against me though
(Why not?)
Why not? My music's all that I got
But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested

I know you know but I'm gon' say this to you I
Get high but I don't get too high, so what's the limit 'posed to be?
That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out
Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without

And what up with all these questions?
You act as though you know somethin' I don't
Do you have any suggestions?
'Cuz every job I get is cruel and demeanin'
Sick of takin' trash out and toilet bowl cleanin'

But I'm also sick and tired of strugglin'
I never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smugglin'
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-lo will just continue travelin' this route without any doubt or fear
I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did I make myself clear?

You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

Nigga you need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

Well, uh, git up, stand up, so what's said, you dick head
See when I was a youngsta, used to wear them fuckin' Pro Keds
My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak ass niggaz for they fuckin' starters

In the middle school, I was a bigger fool
I wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool
I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my uncles
They taught me how to smoke herb
I followed them when they ran numbers

So in a sense I was Rosemary's baby
And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady
Hell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'em
Bitch never had my money, so I never whipped 'em

See all the playas came and all the playas went
A playa ain't a gangsta but a playa can handle his shit bitch
You need to git up, git out, git somethin'
Smoke out, 'cuz it's all about money, money, money

Yeah I said it, a nigga sportin plats and a Braves hat
I hang with Rico Wade 'cuz the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy
I'm true to Organized, 'cuz they raised me
I'm also down with La Face 'cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me
And it's cool yeah, it's real cool, gettin' paid fat pockets
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha

You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

Nigga you need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

A lot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me
Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred
Like a piece of wood and dem spirits got the mutant's mind
I'm gettin' paranoid and steady lookin' for the time

It's eight in the mornin' and ain't nobody up yet
I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap
I'm headed out the door, to get off in my ride
I'm diggin' through the ash tray, hopin' to have a good day

I had Jamaica's best and when I light it up, I hear a voice in my head
(You got to git up, git out and git somethin')
Now I know it's on, my day is finally started
Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick

'84 Se-Dan DeVille, steady bouncin'
Out the Pointe to Cambelton Road
The valley of the South side flow
Everybody know about that killa that we call blow

So keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit
'Cause they known for jumpin' out of black Chevy trucks
And through the fog, here come the Red Dogs
I'm bustin' out around the corner in my hog

Dippin' from the area, I'm scared
So one of these bitches might wind up dead
'Cuz I have no time for jail, fuck Clampett cops, fuck Elgin' Bail
And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country
Thinkin' that my city is the big lick for 96
94, Big Gipp, Goodie Mo, Outkast, a vision from the past
Hootie hoo my white owls are burnin' kinda slow

You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

Nigga you need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

Y'all tellin' me that I need to get out and vote, huh, why?
Ain't nobody black runnin' but crackers, so why I got to register?
I thinkin' of better shit to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes

So let me take ya way back to
When a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta
Y'all could not tell me nuthin', thought I hit that bottom rock
At age 13, start workin' at the loadin' dock

They layin' my mama off of work, General Motors trippin'
But I come home Bank like Hank, from lickin' and dippin'
Doin' dumb shit, not knowin' what a nigga know now
Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down

I dips, over to East Point, still actin' a fool
Wastin' my time in the school, I'd rather be shootin' pool
Cool is how I played the tenth grade
I thought it was all about mackin' hoes and wearin' pimp fade

Instead of bein' in a class, I'd rather be up in some ass
Not, thinkin' about them six courses that I need to pass
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
Damn, that's fucked up I shoulda listened when my mama told me

That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later
Figured she was talkin' yin-yang, so I payed her no attention
And kept missin' the point she tried to poke me with
The doper that I get, the more I'm feelin' broke and shit
Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an OUT-Kast
So get up off your ass

Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

You need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
You need to, you need to, you need to, you need to

Play the MP3 online for free!

8c6b50c92914921b78ccbab83ac4592a

Don'T Play With Me - Lyrics - On Top of Our Game - Dem Franchize Boyz

Title: Don'T Play With Me
Album: On Top of Our Game
Artist: Dem Franchize Boyz
Composer(s): Jamall Willingham, Vaushaun Brooks, Bernard Leverette, D Carlton, Gerald Tiller, Maurice Gleaton

Lyric:
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me

I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit

Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me

I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit

Bitch don't play with me, don't even wave to me
It's a wrap ye ain't got nuttin' else to say to me
Make a nigga snap or see me straight flip, bitch
Fuckin' with some G, gon get that ass killed, bitch

And if the cops come? Fuck if the cops come
'Cause I'ma do the sweep, hell, yeah with my shotgun
Blow a fuckin' fuse and be wonderin' why he did that
Tried to keep it cool, yeah, I'm comin' to push your wigs back

I squeeze big triggers, that'll rip when I blast techs
And I tote handguns with clips the size of giraffe necks
With the red beam on it so I can't miss
(Beam on it)
And I shoot K's with Ben frank clips
(Shoot K's)

What's that? That's 100 rounds, that's 100 down
(Empty?)
Fuck with DFB and you gon hear, how 100 sound
I pump and break it down when I cock it and spit slug
Put your knees on your ankles and your chest where your hip was

Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me

I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit

Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me

I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit

Gimme that gun, gimme that man
Gimme that keys, I'm at his ass
Talk that shit, now see is he bad
I'ma make him do the mothafuckin' dance

Catch up with him, just like Chad
Put one in his mothafuckin' ass
Leave 'em all bloody, like a big pad
Crunchy Blac, I don't ass crash

I'm 'bout to walk up to your house
Knock on the door and blow your brains out
Then buck you in your chest
So fuckin' hard it knock the stains out

I'm one of them crazy cats
That kick your ass and knock them thangs out
I got a 12 inch dick in your girl mouth
I'ma let it hang out

Yeah, bounce, bounce star, bounce, bounce star
Three 6 Mafia and the Franchize, huhhh?
We put a bitch on blast
Dirty South we'll blast your ass

Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me

I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit

Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me

I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit

Every nigga that fuck with me, that's the nigga I'ma check
(Test me)
Turn his whole chest into a muhfuckin' fish net
I ain't no one to fuck with, stuff you in the truck nigga
Have you tracked out, trapped up, bent up nigga?

I got transporters that's workin' for a couple figures
And a couple slick colors, on a nigga play the trigger
Shoot a nigga down yup, that's courtesy the young dealer
Niggaz with attitude natural born young killers

Now bitch don't play wit me 'cause I got the K with me
Load it up, cock it back, get all in they face with it
I ain't no one to fuck wit, better get your issue right
Nut in them bitches and he ready to light that dynamite

ZMP niggaz hate it so I stay strapped
Run up on a nigga and put a whole in his wave cap
It's pimpin' nigga, steady trippin' on my off day
Blowin' purp all day run, more blocks than in your ice tray

Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me

I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit

Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me

I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit

Play the MP3 online for free!

143e7cccf150937bd454bbe999771dbb

Dangerous Ground - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Dangerous Ground
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): G Belin, J Yancey, Keith Murray

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
Yo, you think them niggaz out there impress me?
Don't none of that shit impress me
Oh, I'm supposed to listen cause they on the radio? I'm ready

I got nuttin' to lose in the world to gain, I leave you slain
And make your family relocate and change their names
Like the West Coast say, "I'm 'bout to make the leap"
Niggaz be slippin' when I be flippin' and I'll see you next trip

'Cause revenge is a motherfucker, payback is a bitch
Especially when I'm comin' with that Def Squad click
Can you relate to an intense, motherfucker, gridiron mic cuffer
Terror to the jugular, smother all the others, punk motherfuckers
But I'ma keep it real 'cause me and you is brothers

It'll happen so fast boy, you won't stand a chance
'Cause the L.O.D. put in work like red ants
And when I walk by Curtis Mayfield'll draft
And spell the full limp love is just like Shaft
Shit I craft, is harder than Chinese math
Plus I lay you down for standin' on dangerous ground

Aiyyo, you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds
I said you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds

Aiyyo, you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds
Yo kid, you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds

Let's embark on this mission like Black Indiana Jones
Is eatin' Pookie sandwiches and smokin' chronic bones
See I kill it a little, then leave it alone
Let my man 50 G, drag it into his zone

Now 50 Grand's in the room and Legion of Doom
And if you sayin' Def Squad's the bomb then I'll assume
It takes brain splittin' compositions, makin' incisions
Dranin' the blood up out silly niggaz like morticians

Now I'ma back out and pimp the rhythm like Too Short
And Dru Down and wait for what go around to come around
And beat it in the head with this
Send 'em off into the unknown, in and out of consciousness

Kind of like a hip-hop microphone hypnotic
Specialist in gettin' inside artists, sick word analyst
World's most foul freestylist
C'mon man, y'all niggaz know y'all can't get with this

And you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds
Aiyyo, you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds

We said you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds
Aiyyo, you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds

And kill the noise, playboys 'cause we have no flaws
We employ hits the whole family can enjoy
I'll be masterin' the funk like Flex, mentally etchin' and sketchin'
Speakin' with my hands like Terminator X and

Scheme and get choked out like Radio Raheem
My team'll put you to sleep and let you dream
I'm not down with the East, West coast controversy
Me say you you say me, across the country makin' millis

I'll be glad to see a brother get paid for hard work
But instead y'all steady tryin' to ditch up the dirt
Yeah, niggaz still tryin' to toss salt in the game
And y'all done read my name graffitied in the walls of fame

Let me explain, niggaz die for fame in this game
My name's like a migraine, rappers get banged out the frame
See some funny style niggaz in the house tonight
With posses too thin to win and too light to fight, think twice

And you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds
Shorty, you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds

Say it playa, you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds
Shorty [Incomprehensible] you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds

I had the last watch and y'all niggaz on the corner pumpin' gas
Nervous like you lyin' to a polygraph
Come see a real show, cut off your flow, killin' you slow
One time for L.O., I'm like a thief in your window

Or catch us in the streets, herdin' like cattle, defeatin' rappers
Without complex and battles, swingin' like Mickey Mantle
Niggaz trippin' like they wanna be me
Challenge Def Squad, L.O.D., you livin' dangerously

Play the MP3 online for free!

6cae1736576132f83668f54146218f6d