Try Again - Lyrics - Aaliyah

Title: Try Again
Artist: Aaliyah
Composer(s): Stephen Garrett, Tim Mosley

Lyric:
It?s been a long time
We shouldn?t have left you
Without a dope beat to step to
Step to, step to, step to
Step to, step to

It?s been a long time
We shouldn?t have left you
Without a dope beat to step to
Step to, step to, step to
Step to, step to
Freaky freaky, baby girl

What would you do?
To get to me
What would you say?
To have your way

Would you give up?
Or try again
If I hesitate
To let you in

Now would you be yourself
Or play your role
Tell all the boys
Or keep it low

If I say no
Would you turn away?
Or play me off
Or would you stay, oh

And if at first you don?t succeed
Then dust yourself off and try again
You can dust it off and try again, try again

'Cause if at first you don?t succeed
You can dust it off and try again
Dust yourself off and try again, try again

I?m in to you
You into me
But I can?t let it go
So easily

Not till I see
Whether this could be
Could be eternity
Or just a week

You know our chemistry
Is off the chain
It?s perfect now
But will it change?

This ain?t a yes
This ain?t a no
Just do your thing
We?ll see how it goes

And if at first you don?t succeed
Then dust yourself off and try again
You can dust it off and try again, try again

'Cause if at first you don?t succeed
You can dust it off and try again
Dust yourself off and try again, try again

See you don?t wanna throw it all away
I might be shy on the first date
What about the next date?

I said you don?t wanna throw it all away
I might be buggin? on the first date
What about the next date?

And if at first you don?t succeed
Then dust yourself off and try again
You can dust it off and try again, try again

'Cause if at first you don?t succeed
You can dust it off and try again
Dust yourself off and try again, try again

And if at first you don?t succeed
Then dust yourself off and try again
You can dust it off and try again, try again

'Cause if at first you don?t succeed
You can dust it off and try again
Dust yourself off and try again, try again

And if at first you don?t succeed
Then dust yourself off and try again
You can dust it off and try again, try again

'Cause if at first you don?t succeed
You can dust it off and try again
Dust yourself off and try again, try again

Check it, uh
It?s been a long time
We shouldn?t have left you
Without a dope beat to step to
Step to, step to, step to
Step to, step to

Freaky freaky
It?s been a long time
We shouldn?t have left you
Without a dope beat to step to
Step to, step to, step to
Step to, step to
Freaky freaky

And if at first you don?t succeed
Then dust yourself off and try again
You can dust it off and try again, try again

'Cause if at first you don?t succeed
You can dust it off and try again
Dust yourself off and try again, try again

It?s been a long time
We shouldn?t have left you
Without a dope beat to step to
Step to, step to, step to
Step to, step to
Freaky freaky

It?s been a long time
We shouldn?t have left you
Without a dope beat to step to
Step to, step to, step to
Step to, step to
Freaky freaky

[Incomprehensible]

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Clockin' G'S - Lyrics - 10 - Ll Cool J

Title: Clockin' G'S
Album: 10
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, J T Smith, Pharrell Williams

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Lyric:
Yeah, but they need a beat that they can freak to
Huh yaknahmean?

Uhh, bounce, yeah
Uhh, bounce, yeah
Uhh, you heard it from hearsay
(Bounce, yeah)
Uhh, you heard it from hearsay

You wanna bang 'em, bang 'em, bang 'em 'til you can't no more
Day-dreamin', 'bout slidin' in that Bentley door
Cuban chain tucked in so the back'll show
Whip it out in front of chicks, they react to dough

Fo' karats in each ear, lettin' dude know
That homes still flow like twenty-twos of snow
Yankee over doo-rags, extra wristbands
Pass the Heineken, you're not a Crist' fan

Ice is the tightest, broads breakin' they neck
And catchin' arthritis to bag a ghetto Midas
Jeans saggin' down with the Michael Vick jersey
The white on whites from Uptown

Wife beater underneath
If it's totally necessary, some gold teeth, it's on you
Pull up to the club real slow, leanin' back on the cell
What the hell, these clowns is pointin' at?

If you got the time then I've got the time
You clockin' G's
You're monopoly, and you property
Tell homes over there to step off
You clockin' G's

If you got the time then I've got the time
You clockin' G's
You're monopoly, and you property
Tell homes over there to step off
You clockin' G's

Uhh, slide out slow
(Slow)
Argue on the phone glance at the chrome
(Yeah)
Hand on your waist just in case it's on
Fully prepared to go to war 'til the break of dawn

Slid a twenty to the bouncer, hold down the car
Rollin' up to rush into the bar
It's a simple recipe, I C E
S H I N E equals free P

Mad birds in the jump-off lookin' thirsty
Hot and broke, daddy have mercy
She want Prada, the pearl of drawers
The new Fendi mink so she can act stink

The camouflage Pumas with the crystal stripes
The Mr. Gatrak joints to keep her weave tight
One clown tried to throw your vibe off all night
Not knowin' that you 20 deep, and you aight

If you got the time then I've got the time
You clockin' G's
You're monopoly, and you property
Tell homes over there to step off
You clockin' G's

If you got the time then I've got the time
You clockin' G's
You're monopoly, and you property
Tell homes over there to step off
You clockin' G's

It's that, head-boppin', neck-jerkin'
Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin'
Head-boppin', neck-jerkin'
Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin'

Head-boppin', neck-jerkin'
Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin'
Head-boppin', neck-jerkin'
Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin'

Huh, waffle house, three-thirty
You ain't really hungry, you do it for the birdies
Fly pelican fly and they do it for you
Even though they always tell you what they not gon' do

You know the game, you a patient killer
Whisper sweet nothings, then switch gorilla
She wanna ride in the 6, pick CD's
'Cause it's lookin' so sick, with six TV's

While you leanin' back laughin', doin' twenty-five
Ridin' real slow that's how gangstas ride
You wanna bang her bang her bang her 'til you can't no more
Dream over, you're closin' the Bentley door, out

If you got the time then I've got the time
You clockin' G's
You're monopoly, and you property
Tell homes over there to step off
You clockin' G's

If you got the time then I've got the time
You clockin' G's
You're monopoly, and you property
Tell homes over there to step off
You clockin' G's

If you got the time then I've got the time
You clockin' G's
You're monopoly, and you property
Tell homes over there to step off
You clockin' G's

If you got the time then I've got the time
You clockin' G's
You're monopoly, and you property
Tell homes over there to step off
You clockin' G's

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Step Off - Lyrics - Miss E ...So Addictive - Missy Elliott

Title: Step Off
Album: Miss E ...So Addictive
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott

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Lyric:
I know your not my man
That you belong to someone else
Now come on in, an shut the door
I make sure you enjoy yourself
If you give me a try, before you deny
I'm still in love wit you
Or maybe obsessed wit you

We don't make love no more
We don't kiss and we hug like we used to, used to
But I'm still in love with you
Wait, wait a minute
Now if I drive by your house
And see some bitch in your bed, under the spreads
Giving you head, then I'm gonna turn it out

I'm the only one who keep you satisfied
And though were not together I remember what you like
So tell them chicks to step off 'cause I fill your appetite
I'm the only women who gonna do it like you like

What part don't you get?
Even though I'm not your girl anymore
And you don't want me no more
I deserve to know who you sleepin' with
Is she better then me?
Do she cook, do she clean?
Do she sew, do she sting?
Can she do these things?
'Cause I

I'm the only one who keep you satisfied
And though were not together I remember what you like
So tell them chicks to step off 'cause I fill your appetite
I'm the only women who gonna do it like you like

I still love ya baby
Makes no difference to me
And I still wantcha baby
Want to be the one you need
The one you call on
'Cause I'm the only one that makes you feel good
Sing it to me

I'm the only one who keep you satisfied
And though were not together I remember what you like
So tell them chicks to step off 'cause I fill your appetite
I'm the only women who gonna do it like you like

I'm the only one who keep you satisfied
And though were not together I remember what you like
So tell them chicks to step off 'cause I fill your appetite
I'm the only women who gonna do it like you like

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March Nigga Step - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: March Nigga Step
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Teruis Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
Get that shit that get the club started
Get the nigga b'd'd'd'd'd-boom, boom, boom, boom beat down
Do that shit

You live that life slangin' that iron off tha porch
When a nigga blow, you hit him up with tha torch
You got confidence, you got your chest pumped out
Is you ridin' Lex? You got your shit plushed out

Niggas know your name 'cause they done heard it in tha wind
Niggas know your face 'cause of tha places you done been
Your family straight, is that goin' for somethin'?
You got your lil' man with ya, he ain't askin' for nothin'

Get rid of them roaches, you got a cash money toaster
Ready for war, you got that iron in your holster
Full of that fire, black magic on your tires
You keep all of your hoes 'cause you a liar

You're swolled up, you just come home from doin' six
You done blowed up, and you already got them bricks
If they try ta jack, is you gon' put 'em in they place?
When you cock your shit, is you gon' hit 'em in they face?

Well, grab your 2-23's, and march nigga step
Grab your forty's and nine's, we gon' march nigga step
Play if me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

Grab your 2-23's, and you march nigga step
Grab your forty's and nine's, we gon' march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

You're full of that liquor, you just met a little freak
And you're ready to hit her up in the car [unverified]
You're feelin' good
You're makin' money out the ass up in your neighborhood

You 'bout ta go buy you a Jag
You're quittin' the game
Everything is gravy ?cause ya made a little change
From bustin' them niggas' brains

Ya, like how ya live
You got everything ya need
Up inside of your crib
Like Hennessey and weed

You're runnin' with killers, you got that green shit with ya
You're slingin' them pillas, you don't know nothin' but guerrillas
You got television, up in your Lexus and your Benz
You can go and get 'em showin' up in twenty inch rims 'bout 187

You put a finish to your beef with them mack-11's
While your suckin' your gold teeth
You accept your lick, look, you protect it like a man
When you got that iron, is you gon' slang what's in your hand?

Well, grab your 2-23's, and march nigga step
Grab your forty's and nine's, we gon' march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

Grab your 2-23's, and march nigga step
Grab your forty's and nine's, we gon' march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

Grab your 2-23's, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

You full of some diamonds, you got your Rolie iced out
You're steadily shinin', you're livin' in a nice house
You gon' put your girl, up on tha next thing smokin'
If she think you're jokin', is she gon' get a quick chokin'?

You could take a trip, to tha Bahamas if you want
You could turn a trick, with lil' momma if ya want
You ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Tha game been good to you, so you done retire from hustlin'

Or is ya still doin' somethin'?
You tired of them laws, tryin' ta take niggas ta jail
You tired of them boys, ?cause you got money for your bail
You got a reputation, ?cause you be bustin' them heads

Niggas be infiltratin', tryin' ta give you up to tha Feds
You eat tha best of shit, gon' be ballin' at breakfasts
Tattoos all on your stomach and your neck and shit
You 'bout ridin' up in them vettes and shit, and them new Lexus's
You got nothin' but diamonds in your necklaces

Well, grab your 2-23's, and march nigga step
Grab your forty's and nine's, we gon' march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

Grab your 2-23's, and march nigga step
Grab your forty's and nine's, and march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

Grab your 2-23's, and march nigga step
Grab your forty's and nine's, and march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

Grab your mack-11, march nigga step
Grab your AK, march nigga step
Grab your mack-90, march nigga step

Call my nigga, baby, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, wheezy, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, turky, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, geezy, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, Mannie, ta march nigga step

March nigga step
March nigga step
Play with tha CMB, you gon' march nigga step
March nigga step

In tha year 2000, march nigga step
Get tha fuck on

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Blue Suede Shoes - Lyrics - Toy Dolls

Title: Blue Suede Shoes
Artist: Toy Dolls
Composer(s): Carl Perkins

Lyric:
Well it's one for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready, let's go, cat go, let go
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes, oh yes
You can do anything but keep off my blue suede shoes

Well it's one for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready, let's go, cat go, let go
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes, oh no
You can do anything but keep off my blue suede shoes

What's the matter?
God

Well it's money, show, go
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Can do anything but keep off my blue suede shoes

Well it's money, show, g-g-go
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Can do anything but keep off my blue suede shoes, yeah
Yeah

Money, show, go
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Can do anything but keep off my blue suede shoes

Money, show, go
Don't step on my blue suede shoes
Can do anything but keep off my blue suede shoes

Money, show, go
Don't step on my blue suede shoes, no
Can do anything but keep off my blue suede shoes, oh yeah

Money, show, fame, go, go, go
Don't step on my blue suede shoes
Can do anything but keep off my blue suede shoes
Can do anything but keep off my blue suede shoes
Can do anything but keep off my blue suede shoes
Can do anything and I

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Blue Suede Shoes - Lyrics - Ry Cooder

Title: Blue Suede Shoes
Artist: Ry Cooder
Composer(s): Carl Perkins

Lyric:
Well, it's one for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready and it's go man go
You can do anything that you want to do
But uh-huh honey, lay off of my shoes
And don't you step on my shoes
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes
You can do anything that you want to do
But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes
And don't you step on my blue suede shoes

You can burn my house, steal my car
And drink my liquor out of my fruit jar
You can do anything that you want to do
But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes

And don't you step on my shoes
Don't step on my blue suede shoes
You can do anything that you want to do
But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes
And don't you step on my blue suede shoes

Well, it's down on beale street late one night
A woman got mad and started a fight
Split my chin and bust my nose
Tore out the back of my best suit of clothes

I said, "knock me down, step in my face
Slander my name all over the place
Do anything that you want to do
But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes"

And don't you step on my shoes
Don't step on my blue suede shoes
You can do anything that you want to do
But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes
And don't you step on my blue suede shoes

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Real Estate - Lyrics - Live At The Fillmore (Live) - Cypress Hill

Title: Real Estate
Album: Live At The Fillmore (Live)
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Lawrence Muggerud, U Reyes

Lyric:
You'll waste time to hurt her, sorta like murder
A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order
I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator
Seekin' to find the toys, with no flavor

See I'm talkin' about those whose vocals ain't comin' off
A skill to kill at will, but awfully dumb of course
Some go nut, the power of the last one
Slower, flower, blower

Those who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio
'Cause he needs a G when you listen to the vocal
I'm not a loco but I'm lookin' just 'til punk go, oh
Now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate

All these motherfuckers that wanna run up on the Hill
Step off! You know why?
This shit is all about boo-yaa, 'cause I said step off!

This is the crime you find you're not an exponent
Doggone it, another gonna mierda on it
Now you're wishin', fishin' you could do this
But on the strength, yo, I think you knew

This was just like a dream
When you supreme, the king of a minor ?
All for 47, [Incomprehensible] eleven
Got hit with a pitch like a bitch and went to heaven

Weak ducks, duckin' and buckin'
Sayin' "Fukkit", ain't worth damn pay the ducats
From my public, my favorite subject, I loves it
So go 'head, talk your punk shit

Suckers, you're nuttin', you'll like a train stoker
Crack smoker, can we adjust we choker
Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate

Heh heh heh, another soft pussy motherfucker
Another fly verse straight from the deficit
Another scripture of B-Real, yeah, get funky, real
This is the Lower Eastside of things
You know what I'm sayin', Cypress Hill

You ain't flamboyant, a toy boy on it
Ain't paid a plot, for un-em-b-boyment
I won't, 'cause yo, I got a lot of what I gotcha
Plus I taught ya, the beat on the top of

Everythin' you know, still you can't do no
Damage or duel though aiyyo, 'cause our crew now
The Real is the sport and you can see this
G-ness dialogue, of the real skiers

I ain't nuttin' like a joke, get stoned, get smoked
And choke off, the hypes I cook off
The dialectic, funk-elistic
Chew slower or become another statistic

Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate

Yo, I told you to keep down brother
The motherfuckers just don't learn nothin' G, wake up Hill
They gotta keep goin' back to the old school
So they keep goin out, 'cause they're just not real
Ha yeah, that's right fool

Yes the master pass, kick your ass
And feel combustion, for the dope blast
'Cause you're steppin' on my property, get off it G
Get caught up, then you get shot up

See, violators will be prosecuted
by the reputed, undisputed, Cypress zooted
Not so, no there's no sellout
You ain't got enough ducats to shell out

Well, I'm in front, and yo, I feel great
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate

Yeah, roaches come in but they don't come out G
Don't come on the Hill, that's right
Get off the real estate, get off the real estate
Get off the real estate, get off the real estate

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Blue Suede Shoes - Lyrics - Carl Perkins

Title: Blue Suede Shoes
Artist: Carl Perkins
Composer(s): Carl Perkins

Lyric:
Well, it's one for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready, now go, cat, go
But don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Well, you can do anything
But lay off of my blue suede shoes

Well, you can knock me down, step in my face
Slander my name all over the place
Do anything that you wanna do
But oh, honey, lay off of them shoes

Burn my house, steal my car
Drink my liquor from an old fruit jar
Do anything that you wanna do
But oh, honey, lay off of them shoes
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes, no, no, no
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes

Knock me down, step on my face
Slander my name all over the place
Do anything that you wanna do
But oh, oh, honey, stay off of them shoes

Yeah, burn my house, steal my car
Drink my liquor from an old fruit jar
Do anything that you wanna do
But oh, oh, honey, stay off of them shoes

Well, it's one for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready, now go, cat, go
But don't you step on my blue suede shoes
No, no, don't you step on my blue suede shoes

Knock me down, step on my face
Slander my name all over the place
Do anything that you wanna do
But oh, baby, stay off of them shoes

Burn my house, steal my car
Drink my liquor from an old fruit jar
Do anything, do anything
Do anything that you wanna do

Do anything, do anything
Do anything that you want to do
But, oh baby, stay off of my shoes

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Step Up - Lyrics - Opiate For The Masses

Title: Step Up
Artist: Opiate For The Masses
Composer(s): Andrew Gerold, John Travis, Ron Underwood, Jim Kaufman

Lyric:
You got a problem with my cookie cutter life?
I'll put you back in your place
And if you're looking at my cookie cutter wife
I'll kick the smile off your face

My only daughter is an honor role student
And a goalie on the soccer ball team
I know it sounds a little boring at the moment
But we ain't exactly what we seem

I got a woman with thirty-two teeth
And a daughter at a picket fence
And in the garage sits a little sedan
And a minivan with just a couple of dents

All for a limited time
It isn't dandy and fine because of my ignorance
Oh, right now it seems to me
My greatest enemy is common sense

Left, right, left, right
Left, right, left, right

Step up, you think you can handle it
Back off, don't make no demands to me
Right now, I'm sick of it all
And I think I might snap with my back to the wall
So c'mon

The only problem with my cookie cutter life
It's on me that everyone depends
I always gotta take my cookie cutter knife
And cut myself apart to meet those ends

And every time I try to sit my family down
Just to talk to me, they never do
I heard it's the only way to really get to know them
Now I know it's true

I finally got a realization of where all my money goes
To my cars, my house and two bars
My wife's ass and up my daughter's nose

Told my shrink what I think about it all
And he said that that's the way that it goes
Oh, right now, it doesn't comfort me
To hear this is the life I chose

Left, right, left, right
Left, right, left, right

Step up, you think you can handle it
Back off, don't make no demands to me
Right now, I'm sick of it all
And I think I might snap with my back to the wall
So c'mon

Step up, you think you can handle it
Back off, don't make no demands to me
Right now, I'm sick of it all
And I think I might snap with my back to the wall
So fuck off

Left, right, left, right
Left, right, left, right

Step up, you think you can handle it
Back off, don't make no demands to me
Right now, I'm sick of it all
And I think I might snap with my back to the wall
So c'mon

Step up, you think you can handle it
Back off, don't make no demands to me
Right now, I'm sick of it all
And I think I might snap with my back to the wall
So fuck off

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Blue Suede Shoes - Lyrics - Rockabilly Riot, Vol. 1: A Tribute to Sun Records - Brian Setzer

Title: Blue Suede Shoes
Album: Rockabilly Riot, Vol. 1: A Tribute to Sun Records
Artist: Brian Setzer
Composer(s): Carl Perkins

Lyric:
Well, it's one for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready, now go, cat, go
But don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Well, you can do anything
But lay off of my blue suede shoes

Well, you can knock me down, step in my face
Slander my name all over the place
Do anything that you wanna do
But oh, honey, lay off of them shoes

Burn my house, steal my car
Drink my liquor from an old fruit jar
Do anything that you wanna do
But oh, honey, lay off of them shoes
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes, no, no, no
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes

Knock me down, step on my face
Slander my name all over the place
Do anything that you wanna do
But oh, oh, honey, stay off of them shoes

Yeah, burn my house, steal my car
Drink my liquor from an old fruit jar
Do anything that you wanna do
But oh, oh, honey, stay off of them shoes

Well, it's one for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready, now go, cat, go
But don't you step on my blue suede shoes
No, no, don't you step on my blue suede shoes

Knock me down, step on my face
Slander my name all over the place
Do anything that you wanna do
But oh, baby, stay off of them shoes

Burn my house, steal my car
Drink my liquor from an old fruit jar
Do anything, do anything
Do anything that you wanna do

Do anything, do anything
Do anything that you want to do
But, oh baby, stay off of my shoes

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One Step Hyper - Lyrics - Audio Adrenaline - Audio Adrenaline

Title: One Step Hyper
Album: Audio Adrenaline
Artist: Audio Adrenaline
Composer(s): Barry Blair, Bob Herdman, William R Mcginniss, Mark Alan Stuart

Lyric:
When I was young I had a blast, boy
The ways of the past, they're cool
They're fun, they're good
But I wonder will it last

I don't know, I don't think so
What we need is a little yo narly ho
So we yo we heave ho
We turn up the sound, we run around

We put a little juice in your town
We talk about the Lord and all that we found in Him
You wonder what we do
We're aiming at you

We're bonafied preachers spiritual snipers
Gonna take your soul one step hyper, yeah

One step hyper
One more step hyper
Get, I get one step hyper, ooh yeah
One step hyper, ahh yeah

Now we're in the race, gotta a reason for a rhyme
And a rhyme for a reason
With God's help we set the pace
We're Audio A and we're in your face, yeah

Your face and we ain't dissin'
We're talkin' about something you've been missing
Become like the man that you wish you were
You got a friend and you can be sure

The Lord God Almighty faithful and pure
Full of power holy and true
Hit the streets get off your pew
Fight the fight till the fight is through

Now you know what you gotta do
Let's crank it up He died for you, yeah

One step hyper, ooh yeah
One step hyper
I get, I get one step hyper, ooh yeah
One step hyper

Four, three, two, one
Get, get hyper

Yeah one step hyper, ooh yeah
One step hyper
Get, I get one step hyper, ooh yeah
One step hyper

Sometimes things just go too slow
You wanna run, jump, dance and go
There may be times you want a beat
To move your head and not your feet

Fired up and ready the Lord is alive
So get your souls moving for a big joy ride
So let's kick it for the King
Lets open up and sing

Let's have a little fun as we crush the viper
Time to get one step hyper

One step hyper, ooh yeah
One step hyper
I get, I get one step hyper, ooh yeah
One step hyper

Get, I get one step hyper, yeah
One step hyper
One step hyper, ooh yeah
One step hyper

One step hyper, ooh yeah
One step hyper
One step hyper
One step hyper

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This Could Be Love - Lyrics - Good Mourning - Alkaline Trio

Title: This Could Be Love
Album: Good Mourning
Artist: Alkaline Trio
Composer(s): Daniel Michael Andriano, Derek R Grant, Matthew Thomas Skiba

Lyric:
I've got a book of matches I've got a can of kerosene
I've got some mad ideas involving you and me
I don't blame you for walking away I touched myself at thoughts of flames
I shat the bed and laid there in it thinking of you wide awake for days
Wide awake for days

And I found you tongue-tied, my twisted little brain
You couldn't crack a smile I didn't catch your name
I don't blame you for walking away I'd do the same if I saw me
I swear it's not contagious in four short steps we can erase this

Step one, slit my throat step two, play in my blood
Step three, cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four, stop off at Edge brook Creek and rinse your crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
One by one

I'm like a broken record I've got a needle scratching me
It injects the poison of alcohol I.V.
I don't blame you for walking away I'd do the same if I saw me
I swear it's not contagious I swear to God it's not contagious

Step one, slit my throat step two, play in my blood
Step three, cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four, stop at Lake Michigan and rinse your crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one

This could be love
(Love for fire)
This could be love
(Love for fire)
This could be love for fire for ever more

Step one, slit my throat step two, play in my blood
Step three, cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four, stop at Berkeley Marina and rinse your crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
One by one

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Fan Dem Off - Lyrics - Good 2 Go - Elephant Man

Title: Fan Dem Off
Album: Good 2 Go
Artist: Elephant Man
Composer(s): Frank Sullivan, D Fearon, James Paterik, M Plunkett, O'Neil Bryan

Lyric:
Yep dyah, good to mad dem

Tek dem on
(Yep)
From a dancin' a dweet
(Fan dem off)
Some back dung crew fi retire
(Fan dem off now)
Any style come yah yuh crew know fi dweet
(Yep)
Lock dem off, fan dem off cause dem a slime
(Gi dem di dance now)
Don't stop bun out badminded people mek dem resign
Trample dem wid yuh dancin 'cause dem badmind
(Yep)
Don't stop wind up yuh body like a snake pon di spine
Wind it up gal yuh inna yuh prime

Alright then when yuh see yuh enemy a pass
(Wah)
Everybody flee fan dem off
(Weh yuh seh)
When yuh see a dun out a pass
(Do yuh dance)
Everybody flee fan dem off
Step hack two a dem a pass
(Dat's right)
Everybody flee fan dem off
(Mi gal)
Yuh a pass watch di whole a dem a pass
(Everybody)
Everybody flee fan dem off
(Portmore)

None a dem dun inna fi yuh class
(Town)
Everybody flee fan dem off
(Mo' bay)
Fan dem a east fan dem a north
(Weh yuh seh )
Everybody flee fan dem off
(Yep)
Man tie dem out fi nyam grass
Gwey everybody flee fan dem off
(True)
Yuh a lead and di whole a dem laugh
(Do di dance)
Bye bye son deh bypass
(Yep)

Tek dem on from a dancin a dweet
(Mi seh tek dem on and dun dem)
Some back dung crew fi retire
(Shizzle)
Any style come yah yuh crew know fi dweet
(Gi dem di dance)
Lock dem off fan dem off cause dem a slime
(Fan dem off now)
Don't stop bun out badminded people
Mek dem resign
(Yep)
Trample dem, wid yuh dancin cause dem badmind
(Yep, weh yuh seh)
Don't stop, wind up yuh body
Like a snake pon di spine
(Ladies, shizzle)
Wind it up gal yuh inna yuh prime
(Uptown, downtown, gi dem di dance now)

Dance gate full up oonu play and come in
(Yeah)
Enjoy yuhself before Babylon come in
(True)
Bring yuh queen
And nuh bring one come in
(True)
Join da party from sun up to fun it
(Yeah)
Brukin out, kiprich look pon Coleen
Mi see bubbla trouble A
Oonu let big fun in
Who don't like a fox Elephant Man come in
Test war a road bring di fun in yep
(All right then)

Tek dem on from a dancin a dweet
(Ladies)
Some back dung crew fi retire
(Walk inna di videolight and tek on any gal)
Any style come yah yuh crew know fi dweet
(Every style dat tek on dem)
Lock dem off, fan dem off cause dem a slime
(Sadeki tek it to dem)
Don't stop, bun out badminded people
Mek dem resign
(Uh huh shizzle)
Trample dem
Wid yuh dancin cause dem badmind
(Yep)
Don't stop, wind up yuh body
Like a snake pon di spine
(Ladies)
Wind it up gal yuh inna yuh prime
(Gi dem di dance now, gi dem di dance now)

Alright then, when yuh see yuh enemy a pass
(Wah)
Everybody flee fan dem off
(Weh yuh seh)
When yuh see a dun out a pass
(Do yuh dance)
Everybody flee fan dem off
Step hack two a dem a pass
(Dat's right)
Everybody flee fan dem off
(Mi gal)
Yuh a pass watch di whole a dem a pass
(Everybody)
Everybody flee fan dem off
(Portmore)

None a dem dun inna fi yuh class
(Town)
Everybody flee fan dem off
(Mo' bay)
Fan dem a east fan dem a north
(Weh yuh seh)
Everybody flee fan dem off
(Yep)
Man tie dem out fi nyam grass
Gwey everybody flee fan dem off
(True)
Yuh a lead and di whole a dem laugh
(Do di dance)
Bye bye son deh bypass
(Yep)

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Hittin' Switches - Lyrics - Erick Sermon

Title: Hittin' Switches
Artist: Erick Sermon
Composer(s): Robert Johnson, Erick Sermon, William Earl Collins, Stephanie Linn

Lyric:
Yeah, this is Kolorado from Shadz of Lingo
Kickin' it with the Funklord himself, E Double
Hittin' switches and we 'bout to get stupid
So you know, yo E, check it
Ah yeah, one, two, hey young world, hey young world
Mic check, here I go again, check me out

Bust the flavor, you know my clout
Rough and rugged, funk's the contact I hit you with
To make your head split, trip and do a backflip
I swing it hardcore like an orangutan
I bring it wicked and freak the funk slang

Like goddamn, yeah dude, gnarly, fuckin' A
I don't Play-Doh, my nickname ain't Clay
It's the E Double, mackaframa, bust the grammar
My style is sickening, like Roseanne-ah

Plus, I'm funky like Atomic Dog
Boy, you can't see me, I'm thicker than fog
So save that drama, here's a floppy disk, don't risk it
Boo, yaa, that's my biscuit

On the mic, I cover every angle
A square, tri-part to a rectangle
I mean dat wit a passion, so be it
When I rock the mic, it's worth seein'
So cop a squad and parlay, bitch
With the E R I C K while I'm hittin' switches

Erick Sermon, Erick Sermon
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Hittin' switches

Ah shit, it's part two, it's on with the funk
So ring the alarm, ding, while I drop the bomb on the country
E's gettin funky word to mother
I smother any emcee or so-called brother

Why? I gets busy, who the hell is he?
The roughneck from New York City
You wanna mess around with the ill bastard
Then get your ass kicked, messin' with the clique

Def Squad, now on location with the funky sensation
You wanna step you must be freebasin'
Punk, why you playin'? You bored?
You can't afford to get choked by the mic cord

I keep you drunk like whiskey, solve the mystery
Umm, without Agatha Christie
You think you know what's going on
Without Marvin Gaye around, c'mon, let's get down

I spark your brain with all funk material
And gettin' wicked, and let Wilson Pickett
Before I break, let me announce, get the bozack
Now we all can bounce as I'm hittin' switches

Erick Sermon, Erick Sermon
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Hittin' switches

Back in effect mode, droppin' loads
Watch me explode with the devil in me like crossroads
And ding-a-ling-a-ling with the guitar, freak the funk speech
Make the contact strong as bleach

Rock the mic, make the vibes right and plus dy-no-mite
So I can fly high like Mike and just do it
And get freaky-deaky on the real
Grab the steel in case there's caps to peel

In the mix, when I flex the context, beware
Like when you're havin' safe sex
I continue to get brand new, one, two
My mic held tight so I can recite the hype

And get busy, my name is Erick Sermon
Back for the adventure without Pee-Wee Herman
For those who don't know, don't act suspicious
While I'm hittin' switches

Erick Sermon, Erick Sermon
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Off and on, off and on, it's on
Hittin' switches

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Lose Control - Lyrics - Cookbook - Missy Elliott

Title: Lose Control
Album: Cookbook
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Richard Davis, Ciara Harris, Juan Atkins, Curtis Lee Hudson, Bernard Lentz, Isaac Iii Freeman, Willie Lee Duckworth, Melissa A Elliott

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Lyric:
Music make you lose control
Music make you lose control

Let?s go, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Here we go now, here we go now
Here we go now, here we go now
Watch out now
(Music make you lose control)

Misdemeanor?s in da house
Ciara?s in da house
Misdemeanor?s in tha house
Fat man scoop man scoop man scoop

I?ve got a cute face
Chubby waist
Thick legs in shape
Rump shakin? both ways

Make you do a double take
Planet rocka show stoppa
Flo? proppa head knocka
Beat styla tail droppa

Do ma thang muthafuckas
Ma rose Royce Lamborghini
Blue Madina always beamin?
Ragtop chrome pipes

Blue lights outta sight
Know me sow it in
Set it in sow it in
Make dat money tho it in
Booty bouncing gon hit

Everybody here
Get it outta control
Get yo backs off tha wall
'Cuz Misdemeanor said so

Everybody
(Step,step)
Everybody
Everybody
(Step,step)
Everybody

Well ma name is Ciara
For all you fly fellas
No one can do it betta
She?ll sing on acapella

Boy the music
Makes me lose control
We gon? make you lose control
And let it go fo you know
You gon hit tha flo?

I rock to the beat till I?m
(Tired)
Walk in da club it?s
(Fiya)

Get it crunked and wired
Wave ya hands scream
(Louda)
If you smoke den fiya it up

Bring da roof down den
(Holla)
If you tipsy stand up
DJ turn it
(Louda)

Take somebody by da waist den
Now tho it in dey face like
Hypnotic, robotic
This here will rock yo bodies

Take somebody by da waist den
Now tho it in dey face like
Systematic, histatic
This hit be automatic

Work wait
Work, work, work wait
Work, work, work wait
Work, work, work wait
Do it right

Hit tha floor, hit tha floor
Hit tha floor, hit tha floor
Hit tha floor, hit tha floor
Hit tha floor

Everybody here
Get it outta control
Get yo backs off tha wall
Cuz Misdemeanor said so

Everybody
(Step,step)
Everybody
Everybody
(Step,step)
Everybody

Let?s go
Everybody here
Get it outta control
Get yo backs off da wall
'Cuz Misdemeanor said

So, everybody
(Step, step)
Everybody
(Keep on steppin')

Everybody
(Step,step)
Everybody
(Step)
Get loose

Now put yo back on tha wall
Put yo back on tha wall
Put yo back on tha wall
Put yo back on tha wall

Misdemeanor?s in da house
Yeh, Ciara?s in da house
Misdemeanor?s in tha house
(Music make you lose control)

We on fiya we on fiya
We on fiya we on fiya
Now tho it girl, tho it girl, tho it girl
Yeah, now move yo arm to tha left girl

Now move yo arm to tha left girl
Now move yo arm to tha right girl
Now move yo arm to tha right girl
Let?s go now, let?s go now, let?s go now

Woo, let?s go
Should I bring it back right now?
Now bring it back now
I see you C

Now see I'm a I'm a do it like C do it
Now shake it girl
Come on and jus shake it girl
Come on and let it pop right girl

Come on and let it pop right girl
Now back it up girl
Back it up girl
Back it up girl
Back it up girl

Woooo, woooo, woooo, go go
Bring it to da front girl go go
Bring it to da front girl go go
Bring it to da front girl go go
Bring it to da front girl let?s go, let?s go, let?s go

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Take It Off - Lyrics - Revenge - Kiss

Title: Take It Off
Album: Revenge
Artist: Kiss
Composer(s): Paul Stanley, Bob Ezrin, Kane Roberts

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Lyric:
Well, my mind is gettin' dirty
Yeah, around eleven-thirty, uh huh
I wanna watch some asses shakin'
To the noise the boys are makin', uh huh

Ooh, so I hop into my car
Hit the local titty bar, uh huh
'Cause, that's my kind of situation
When I need some perspiration, uh huh

I do my one-step shoppin'
For the girl of my dreams
'Cause, I can always be sure
That she's as good as she seems

Take it off, give it to me
Take it off, like you'd do me
I wanna see what's inside
'Cause, you got nothin' to hide

Take it off, pretty baby
Take it off, drive me crazy
You know, you make me so hot
I wanna see what you got
Take it off, ooh yeah

Wave your panties in the air
Lick your lips and shake your hair, uh huh
Ooh, when you spread a little oil
Yeah, my blood begins to boil, uh huh

Yeah, it's so hard to choose
When you all look so fine
But I got nothin' to lose
But my money and my mind

Take it off, give it to me
Take it off, like you'd do me
I wanna see what's inside
'Cause, you got nothin' to hide
Take it off, pretty baby

Take it off, pretty baby
Take it off, drive me crazy
You know, you make me so hot
I wanna see what you got
Take it off, ooh yeah
Take it off, yeah

Ooh, move your sweet body closer
(I want to be alone with you)
Yeah, come on and be my fantasy
(There's so much you and I could do)

Oh, you're so near, I can taste you
(You're teasin' me, yeah, you're pleasin' me)
Ah, I know you're dancin' just for me
Just for me, just for me

Take it off, pretty baby
Take it off, drive me crazy
You know you make me so hot
I wanna see what you got
Take it off, pretty baby

Take it off, give it to me
Take it off, like you'd do me
Girl, you got nothin' to hide
Now, lemme see what's inside
Take it off, take it, take it, take it off
Yeah

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Street Wars - Lyrics - Till Death Do Us Part - Cypress Hill

Title: Street Wars
Album: Till Death Do Us Part
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Larry Muggerud

Lyric:
As a kid, I was known, son of a thug
Snub-nosed, thirty eight in the glove, who can relate with us?
Never had an easy life, shit's way out
Clips spray out, fools pay out or play out
Any scenario, been there, done that
Gone where some of y'all niggaz, couldn't come back
Been through the hottest parts of hell
Came back with a hard shell and hard as nails

I went through it all, do it all, screw it all
Small, you recall, the hard times as a juvenile
Often misunderstood
Some joined the military, others just joined the hood
Street corner combat, part of the dark streets
Your heart beats pump when my slugs release
And there ain't no tellin', don't be the one yellin'
These birds are deadly, they can shatter your melon

When the street wars jump off, only one thing to do
Grab your gat, squeeze one off
This ain't the life of the soft ones who run off
You got one shot to get you a knot
When the street wars jump off, only one thing to do
Grab your gat, squeeze one off
This ain't the life of the soft ones who run off
You got one shot to get you a knot

At the crossroads, sick of holdin' the badlands
Where street wars, kick off quicker than Van Dam
Mistakes of mad man, I remember the old ways
The old days where fools clapped yo' close ring
No quarter, you feel me?
Life expectancy's just a little bit shorter
G's gave the order, you carried 'em out
Quick fast, you the last nigga I'm worried about

Get that street lead, that was one step over the edge
Much closer to death, every step I kept on
Learnin' about the dark paths, made a hard left
Prayed to God, death is swift and painless
This life ain't for everyone, stay out my shoes
You can't trade your fate, I hate to break the news
The young won't respect the fences these days
You a marked man if you get caught up in these ways

When the street wars jump off, only one thing to do
Grab your gat, squeeze one off
This ain't the life of the soft ones who run off
You got one shot to get you a knot
When the street wars jump off, only one thing to do
Grab your gat, squeeze one off
This ain't the life of the soft ones who run off
You got one shot to get you a knot

When the street wars jump off, only one thing to do
Grab your gat, squeeze one off
This ain't the life of the soft ones who run off
You got one shot to get you a knot
When the street wars jump off, only one thing to do
Grab your gat, squeeze one off
This ain't the life of the soft ones who run off
You got one shot to get you a knot

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Megalomaniac - Lyrics - A Crow Left Of The Murder - Incubus

Title: Megalomaniac
Album: A Crow Left Of The Murder
Artist: Incubus
Composer(s): Jose Anthony Ii Pasillas, Ben Kenney, Brandon Charles Boyd, Christopher E Kilmore, Michael Aaron Einziger

Lyric:
I hear you on the radio
You permeate my screen
It's unkind but if I met you in a scissor fight
I'd cut off both your wings on principle alone
On principle alone

Hey megalomaniac
You're no Jesus
Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis
Wash your hands clean on yourself, baby and
Step down, step down, step down
Ooh

If I were your appendages
I'd hold open your eyes, so you would see
That all of us are heaven sent
And there was never meant to be only one
To be only one

Hey megalomaniac
You're no Jesus
Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis
Wash your hands clean on yourself, baby and
Step down, step down, step down
Step down
Step down
Oh step down
Ooh

You're!
You're!
You're!

You're no Jesus
You're no Elvis
You're no Jesus
You're no Jesus
Say you're no Elvis
Say you're no answer
Ooh

Step down, step down
Step down, step down

Hey, hey, hey megalomaniac
You're no Jesus
Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis
Wash your hands clean on yourself, baby and
Step down, step, step down

Step down
Oh step down
Go on, step down
Step down

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Whatchu Lookin At - Lyrics - Youngbloodz

Title: Whatchu Lookin At
Artist: Youngbloodz
Composer(s): Frederick Hall, Villus Hose, Sean Paul Joseph, Jeffrey Ray Grigsby, William Holmes

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whatchu lookin' at? Nigga whatchu lookin' at?
Whatchu lookin' at? Bitch whatchu lookin' at?
Bitch whatchu lookin' at? Nigga whatchu lookin' at?
Now whatchu lookin' at? Now whatchu lookin' at?
Now whatchu lookin' at? Nigga whatchu lookin' at?
Bitch whatchu lookin, at? Bitch whatchu lookin' at?
Bitch whatchu lookin' at? Nigga whatchu lookin' at?

I ride woozie with some mother fuckin' wood
Still hangin' and slangin' yea for beat at my hood
Ay go get to it talkin' big boy shit
Mean muggin' like a mother fucker my head on my dick
Bitch I can shake with your help nigga we buck ass wild
We get crunk I got the truth I bought that Destinys Child

I slide to the ride bitch where a nigga don't dance
What I look like out there jukin' with this gat in my pants
I put this thing to your back make you throw out your hands
My bull is shit ali a nigga spill some hen on your pants
I'm unruly seem like I don't give a damn
Because I don't mother fucker you understand, understand

I'm bout foolish I'm what I mother fucking said
I put a peep hole in your head I'm about my mother fuckin' thread
It's your truly I still roll with the squad
Ain't talkin' your points outta thing feelin' your bars
They want to do me but heck I'm already on it
I ain't gotta hit the car I got it already own it

Nigga you ain't they say this song is to cold
The same thing you heard before your mug got hit with a bottle
I gets to it I'm always smokin' on purple
Posted up gettin' money with my nigga from the circle
Homeboy believe it I keep some sacks on my hand
I'm posted up with my gat in my pants motherfucker I ain't playin'

Whatchu lookin' at? Nigga step the fuck back
We on the post you're in our space don't step so close
They know I'm ownin' the game 'cause I stay grippin' the grain
I'm ridin' dirty on probation but I'll scrap with no things

So whatchu lookin' at? Nigga whatchu lookin' at?
So whatchu lookin' at? Nigga whatchu lookin' at?
So whatchu lookin' at? Nigga step the fuck back
So whatchu lookin' at? Nigga step the fuck back

It's something new for them let's clean up off his plate
Let's make a move on them no time to hesitate
So ride the groove on them ain't no more time to wait
Ain't no more room for them ain't nothing to debate
Just let them fight for it something they never heard
We keep it fight for them precise with every word

I'm screamin' at it nigga just watch where I swerve
We runnin' havoc nigga bangin' on every curve
We hit it raw on them real make callin'' off air
We makin' blood on the niggas don't want to take it there
ATL runnin' things you goobers stack your chains
Moe back off in this thing jump off put in the game

We are known for being sold in a click foolish as mine
Cigarillo bustin' choppin' hoes down the line
Hatin' if you like us still the sun gone shine
Add a coupe the feature your request goes rewind
Like play action we stay ahead of the game
Runnin' through your whole league and still a catch the grain

'Cause this that real shit that make you act a fool
Where you straighten out that nigga and tell that bitch be cool
It's J-Bo shit nigga you already know
We shake them off and keep on rollin' it begin to show
And sip good nigga I wish you would
I'm slidin' with about 50 niggas straight up dead out the hood, okay

Whatchu lookin' at? Nigga step the fuck back
We on the post you're in our space don't step so close
They know I'm ownin' the game 'cause I stay grippin' the grain
I'm ridin' dirty on probation but I'll scrap with no things

So whatchu lookin' at? Nigga whatchu lookin' at?
So whatchu lookin' at? Nigga whatchu lookin' at?
So whatchu lookin' at? Nigga step the fuck back
So whatchu lookin' at? Nigga step the fuck back

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