Stop This Song - Lyrics - Paramore

Title: Stop This Song
Artist: Paramore
Composer(s): Josh Farro, Zac Farro, Hayley Williams, Justin York, Taylor York

Lyric:
You say the sweetest things
And I can't keep my heart from singing
Along to the sound of your song
My stupid feet keep moving

In this 4/4 beat
I'm in time with you
In this 4/4 beat
I would die for you
(Die for you)
Someone stop this

I've gone too far to come back from here
But you don't have a clue
You don't know what you do to me

Won't someone stop this song?
So I won't sing along
Someone stop this song
So I won't sing

I never let love in
So I can keep my heart from hurting
The longer that I live with this idea
The more I sink in

In this 4/4 beat
I'm in time with you
In this 4/4 beat
I would die for you
(Let's stop this song)

I've gone too far to come back from here
But you don't have a clue
You don't know what you do to me
I've gone too far to get over you
And you don't have a clue
You don't know what you do to me

Won't someone stop this song?
So I won't sing along
Someone stop this song
So I won't sing

Your lovesick melody
Is gonna get the best of me tonight
But you won't get to me
If I don't sing

It creeps in like a spider that can't be killed
Although I try and try to
Well, don't you see I'm falling?
Don't wanna love you, but I do

(Lovesick melody)
Won't someone stop this song?
So I won't sing along
(Lovesick melody)
Someone stop this song
So I won't sing

Your lovesick melody
Is gonna get the best of me tonight
But you won't get to me
No, you won't get to me
'Cause I won't sing

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Song Of Evil - Lyrics - Saxon

Title: Song Of Evil
Artist: Saxon
Composer(s): Douglas Scarratt, Petery Rooney Byford, Paul Quinn, Timothy Carter

Lyric:
Turn the wheel of torture
Spin the rack of pain
Now many souls will suffer
To satisfy your game

The smell of death surrounds you
How can you hide your shame?
Can we stop this nightmare
Before it starts again?

How can you sleep at night?
Can you hear their voices in your head?
We wrote this song for you
This is your song of evil, song of evil

Stop this reign of terror
Are we all insane?
Crush the voice of freedom
How many will remain?

The devil walks beside you
Your souls will burn in hell
Your final retribution
When Satan rings the bell

How can you sleep at night?
Can you hear their voices in your head?
We wrote this song for you
This is your song of evil, the song of evil
Can you hear their voices in your head?
This is your song of evil

And turn the screws of torment
Drop the blade of fear
Hear the screams of anguish
And there's no mercy here

The smell of death surrounds you
Your souls will burn in hell
Can we stop this nightmare
When Satan rings the bell?

How can you sleep at night?
Can you hear their voices in your head?
We wrote this song for you
This is your song of evil

How can you sleep at night?
Can you hear their voices in your head?
We wrote this song for you
This is your song of evil
Evil, evil, evil, evil

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Ranking Full Stop - Lyrics - English Beat

Title: Ranking Full Stop
Artist: English Beat
Composer(s): Roger Charlery, Andy Cox, David Steele, Everett Morton, David Frederick Wakeling

Lyric:
Rankin' come forward
Full Stop, say Ranking Full Stop
Full Stop, say Ranking Full Stop
My name is Ranking Full Stop

So all you really got to do is just-a move you little feet
And just-a rock-a to the beat, as I would say, yeah, alright
And when you hear the signal you must stop, I said rock
I said you rock it and you shock it, and you, ooh, say so, oh Lord

Now hold on down there, take it easy, yeah, alright
Said are you ready, said are you ready to stop
Said are you ready, said are you ready to stop
I said stop

Ready, said are you ready to go
Said are you ready, said are you ready to go
Full Stop, me, stop, Full Stop
Ranking Full Stop

Now that's the name I would really, really say
Full Stop, Ranking Full Stop
Said Ranking Full Stop, brr-yeah

You move your little feet, you rock-a to the beat
You hear this song and you gotta come around
I see you upon the street, you look so sweet

I see you with your dancin' feet, yeah
Said are you ready, said are you ready to stop
Said are you ready, said are you ready to stop
I said stop

Ready, said are you ready to go
Said are you ready, said are you ready to go
Full Stop, me, stop, Full Stop
Say Ranking Full Stop

As I would tell ya 'bout this song, so c'mon
Full Stop, Ranking Full Stop, say Ranking Full Stop
Brr-yeah

Your dancing took it over you know
I say you come from Dover you know
And I would really, really tell ya and show you all
To do the Ranking Full Stop

I said you move to your left and then you move to you right
Tell you 'bout this song and you got to unite
You move to your left and then you move to your right
And then you do it 'till midnight you know

All singing are you ready, said are you ready to stop
Said are you ready, said are you ready to stop
I said stop

I'm dead

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Round And Round - Lyrics - No Doubt - 702

Title: Round And Round
Album: No Doubt
Artist: 702
Composer(s): Osten Harvey, Christopher Wallace, Marlon Williams, Tarik Wardrick, Dupree Kelly, Kevin M Hansford, Melissa A Elliott

Lyric:
Baby to the hip hop, baby I won't stop
Tell me what's your sign, is it compatible to mine?
I'm gonna hit you with the 1, 2, check-a 1, 2
Are we meant to be, let me introduce you to my crew

I be sweatin' you, sweatin' you like sweat
Can you feel my vibe, an' are you feelin' it just yet?
Baby you be makin' my poor heart pound
Every time you

Turn me all around
Hear my heart pound
You got it goin' on
That's why I sing this song

Turn me all around
Hear my heart pound
You got it goin' on
That's why I sing this song

Check this, you be so fine
And I'm a witness
Hit me up on my hip, come and check me
I got what you want, I've got what you need

And each time you be walkin' by
My poor heart pounds
On and on and on till the break of dawn sounds
So let me hear you say

La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Turn me all around
Hear my heart pound
You got it goin' on
That's why I sing this song

Turn me all around
Hear my heart pound
You got it goin' on
That's why I sing this song

Upside down
Boy you turn me
Inside out
And round and round.

Upside down
Boy you turn me
Inside out
And round and round

Turn me all around
Hear my heart pound
You got it goin' on
That's why I sing this song

Turn me all around
Hear my heart pound
You got it goin' on
That's why I sing this song

Oh, oh no
You so fine, so cute
Oh, oh no
Oh, oh no

Oh, oh no
You so fine, so cute
Oh, oh no
Oh, oh no

Turn me all around
Hear my heart pound
You got it goin' on
That's why I sing this song

Turn me all around
Hear my heart pound
You got it goin' on
That's why I sing this song

Turn me all around
You got it goin' on
That's why I sing this song

Turn me all around
Hear my heart pound
You got it goin' on
That's why I sing this song

Turn me all around
Hear my heart pound
You got it goin' on
That's why I sing this song

Turn me all around
Hear my heart pound
You got it goin' on
That's why I sing this song

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Don'T Stop - Lyrics - No Place Like Brooklyn - Jeannie Ortega

Title: Don'T Stop
Album: No Place Like Brooklyn
Artist: Jeannie Ortega
Composer(s): Lisa Simmons, Jay Williams, Jeannette Ortega, Raymond Cham

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Lyric:
Yeah, I'm young, still not old
Make that money, I'm in control
A man's cool if I'm in town
Don't need no one to hold me down

I keeps it moving 'cause that's just me
I'm complicated, sleep don't come easy
And everything I got, yeah, I worked for it
Nothing comes for free

Ladies, if you understand just where I'm coming from?
From the BK to Hollywood, come on
If you doing you then ain't a damn thing wrong
Come on, come on sing this song

Fellas, if you hear me and you handling your biz?
From your suit and tie down to your Tims
Feel this all my women sing this

Don't stop, ladies bringing the heat
You hot, get up, get on your feet
Won't stop being independent
If you feel me, ladies say, 'Yeah'

Don't stop, fellas bringing the heat
You hot, single sexy and free
Won't stop being independent
Fellas if you hear us say 'Don't Stop'

Got no worries 'cause I'm blessed
And where I'm from I don't forget
Stay focused and I don't look back
I pay my dues and I earn respect

I've been broken, I've been down
Yeah, I'm from the hood but I made it out
I always knew at the end of the day
It be me myself and God

Ladies, if you understand just where I'm coming from?
From the BK to Hollywood come on
If you doing you then ain't a damn thing wrong
Come on, come on sing this song

Fellas, if you hear me and you handling your biz?
From your suit and tie down to your Tims
Feel this, all my women sing this

Don't stop, ladies bringing the heat
You hot, get up, get on your feet
Won't stop being independent
If you feel me, ladies say, 'Yeah'

Don't stop, fellas bringing the heat
You hot, single sexy and free
Won't stop being independent
Fellas if you hear us say 'Don't Stop'

Ladies, if you understand just where I'm coming from?
From the BK to Hollywood come on
If you doing you then ain't a damn thing wrong
Come on, come on, come on, come on

Fellas, if you hear me and you handling your biz?
From your suit and tie down to your Tims
Feel this, all my women sing this

Don't stop, ladies bringing the heat
You hot, get up, get on your feet
Won't stop being independent
If you feel me, ladies say, 'Yeah'

Don't stop, fellas bringing the heat
You hot, single sexy and free
Won't stop being independent
Fellas if you hear us say 'Don't Stop'

Ladies bringing the heat
You hot, get up, get on your feet
Won't stop being independent
If you feel me, ladies say 'Yeah'

Don't stop, fellas bringing the heat
You hot, single sexy and free
Won't stop being independent
Fellas if you hear us say 'Don't Stop'

You hot, won't stop, don't stop
You hot, won't stop, don't stop

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Same Song - Lyrics - This Is An EP Release - Digital Underground

Title: Same Song
Album: This Is An EP Release
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): William Earl Collins, George Jr Clinton, Ronald R. Brooks, J.S. Theracon , Gregory E. Jacobs, Tupac Shakur, Jim Vitti

Lyric:
Been all around the world
Been all around the world

All around the world, same song
All, all around the world, same song
All around the world, same song
All, all around the world, same song

I came for the party to get naughty, get my rocks on
Eat popcorn, watch you move your body to the pop song
That I'm singin', ding a lingin', funky beats ringin'
Everybody's swingin' in the place

As I kick the J an' easy is my style
R&B mixin' it with the hip hop swing beat
Champagne in my hand, it won't be long 'til I'm gone
It's just the same old song

It's just a freestyle, meanwhile, we keep the beat kickin'
Sweat drippin', girlies in the limo, eatin' chicken
Oops, don't get the grease on your pantyhose
I love ya Rover, move over, I gotta blow my nose

Sneezin' but still I'm pleasin' to all the slimmies
Pull out my jimmie, time to get busy wit a jenny
If it's good an' plenty, don't you know?
There I go, there I go, there I go

But I don't go nowhere without my Jim hat
If I'm rappin' 'cause she's clappin'
Then I'm strappin' 'cause I'm smarter than that
Then girlie, maybe we can get along
Cutie after cutie, it's just the same old song

All around the world, same song
All, all around the world, same song
All around the world, same song
All, all around the world, same song

Money B, the freaky deaky, the squeaky meaky, up an' down
Well, as a matter of fact, I'll be right back, I gotta take a leaky
So I'm drainin', entertainin' but I got fame
An' the bases I touch, too much for me tryin' to be namin'

Aiyo, you saw me on cable an' grin
I busted in an' I was goin' to win
A Clark Gable back in Pakland, it's the same old song
Sport these shorties, same freckles an' hat
Drinkin' the same 40's

Hypothetical, political, lyrical, miracle whip
Just like butter, my rhymes are legit
'Cause I'm the Humpty, not Humpty Dumpty but Humpty Hump
Here a hump, there a hump, everywhere a hump

Shut up an' just listen, not dissin', don't get me wrong
But to me, it's just the same old song
So just watch, my name is Shock an' I like to rock
An' you can't stop this, 2Pac, go ahead an' rock this

Now I clown around when I hang around with the Underground
Girls use to frown, say I'm down when I come around
Gas me an' when they pass me, they use to diss me
Harrass me but now they ask me if they can kiss me

Get some fame, people change, wanna live they life high
Same song, can't go wrong, if I play the nice guy
Claimin' that they must have changed now that we came strong
I remain still the same, why Tu'? 'Cause it's the same song

All around the world, same song
All, all around the world, same song
All around the world, same song
All, all around the world, same song

All around the world, same song
All, all around the world, same song
All around the world, same song
All, all around the world, same song

Same song, same song, same song, same song
Same song, same song, same song, same song

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Can'T Stop The Music - Lyrics - Hall &Amp; Oates

Title: Can'T Stop The Music
Artist: Hall &Amp; Oates
Composer(s): Daryl Hall, John Oates

Lyric:
He's the star on the stage, but he screams all night
'Cause he can't get to sleep at all
And his favorite book, by the T.V. Light
Can't stop this matinee, he's played it over and over

And he can't stop the music
Or remember the ending to his song
He played it much too long

All those hard earned words, that he's fought from his pen
Have been forgotten in some empty hall
And those wide eyed looks, on those wiped out faces
Make some dreams of their places over and over

And he can't stop the music
Or remember the ending to his song
He played it much too long

Wouldn't believe in years
If he told you what the papers use to say
But that was in his hey day

Get back in his prime he had the fans in line
You should have seen him then
Now look at him

His hair is getting thin
There's one last show before the glory ends
There in the wings, waits his only friend
The record that he's prayed to over and over

And he can't stop the music
Or remember the ending to his song
He played it much too long

Now, he can't stop the music, oh no
Then we go like this, and we go like that
Music
Then we go like this, and we go like that
Can't stop the music

Then we go like this, and we go like that
Music
Then we go like this and we go like that
Can't stop the music

Then we go like this, and we go like that
Music
Then we go like this, and we go like that
Can't stop the music

Then we go like this, and we go like that
Music
Then we go like this and we go like that

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Did I Do That? - Lyrics - Rainbow - Mariah Carey

Title: Did I Do That?
Album: Rainbow
Artist: Mariah Carey
Composer(s): Wardell Joseph Quezergue, Tracey Waples, Craig Brazille, Jospeh Smokey Johnson, Mariah Carey

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Lyric:
I really hope when you hear this song
That you're happy with somebody new
Baby, because I found a love I can call my own
And I owe it in part to you

Can't stop now , we can't stop
You can't stop, don't try
We can't stop now , we can't stop
You can't stop, don't try

Can't stop now , we can't stop
You can't stop, don't try
We can't stop now , we can't stop
You can't stop, don't try

Don't you know that you seem just a little crazy
You had my trust and intimacy
But you threw it away, just threw it away

And now it's all in the past when I think of you, I just laugh
My friends must have thought I was high
To have given so much to someone not worth my time

Funny how sometimes you can really lose your mind
And do things you would never do, did I do that?
You rhapsodize and get caught up in the hype
'Til your senses return to you, love plays you for a fool

You were so insecure and your crew was so immature
Conversations painfully weak
You were much better off when you didn't speak

But boy to tell you the truth, it was my illusion of you
Being somehow destined for me
That had me in a daze but we're not the same in truth

Funny how sometimes you can really lose your mind
And do things you would never do, did I do that?
You rhapsodize and get caught up in the hype
'Til your senses return to you, love plays you for a fool

I really hope when you hear this song
That you know it was meant for you
And though your attention span's not that long
Try to do the best you can do

Can't stop now, we can't stop
You can't stop, don't try
We can't stop now, we can't stop
You can't stop, don't try

Can't stop now, we can't stop
You can't stop, don't try
We can't stop now, we can't stop
You can't stop, don't try

Funny how sometimes you can really lose your mind
And do things you would never do, did I do that?
You rhapsodize and get caught up in the hype
'Til your senses return to you, love plays you for a fool

Funny how sometimes you can really lose your mind
And do things you would never do, did I do that?
You rhapsodize and get caught up in the hype
'Til your senses return to you, love plays you for a fool

Funny how sometimes you can really lose your mind
And do things you would never do, did I do that?
You rhapsodize and get caught up in the hype
'Til your senses return to you, love plays you for a fool

Funny how sometimes you can really lose your mind
And do things you would never do, did I do that?
You rhapsodize and get caught up in the hype
'Til your senses return to you, love plays you for a fool

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Turn Me On - Lyrics - Loyalty - Fat Joe

Title: Turn Me On
Album: Loyalty
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, M Valenzano, Andre Parker, Joe Cartagena, A Lyons

Lyric:
Hey, we back, my nigga Chink Santana
Murder Inc., Terror Squad

Boy you keep on turnin' me
Love the way you turn me on
Got me feelin' all alone
Love the way you turn me on

Boy you keep on turnin' me
Love the way you turn me on
When you got me singin' this song
Love the way you turn me on

Yo, push your seat back, ma feel who you rollin' with
Relax and let crack take control of this
Have some 'gnac, Hennessy and Coca cola mix
To stop at 1-6-5 for that potent shit

So now we rollin' this, it's nine fifteen
I'm sure you know where we going but time is the key
Let's smoke a little, climb high in tha trees
Choke a little while my hand rub your thigh and your knees

You know that silly shit and now it's ten on six
We in the village jus a little ripped pumpin' Jodeci while a nigga whip
And watch you marinate, feel free to sing along while I navigate
This is your song ma, crackalate

So when it's time to get it on
She gon' know that it's wrong to procrastinate
Steady sayin' that I'm turnin' her on, I'm like "I know"
Didn't your friends tell you that you fuckin' with Joe? oh boy

Boy you keep on turnin' me
Love the way you turn me on
Got me feelin' all alone
Love the way you turn me on

Boy you keep on turnin' me
Love the way you turn me on
When you got me singin' this song
Love the way you turn me on

Yo, smooth 'cuz I don't get upset
If she ain't wit it then cool, I can go without sex
I ain't gotta spend big for a girl at mya
We could, go to papayas and talk the night up

Tell me bout yourself, your hopes, your dreams, your struggles
I'm tryna to front but I'm feelin' to touch you
I got the heat on blast, I bet you thinkino like he want ass
But still you thinkin' that you might

Playin' the rules, pretendin' to be a fool
When you ask silly questions like, "What we gon' do?"
I'ma leave it your hands, let you make your move
Now you want me to stay over, games over

Boy you keep on turnin' me
Love the way you turn me on
Got me feelin' all alone
Love the way you turn me on

Boy you keep on turnin' me
Love the way you turn me on
When you got me singin' this song
Love the way you turn me on

Oh, you sex it baby, ah, just shake it mama, yeah
Bag it up, sing this song
Love the way you turn me on

Yo, now it's on, shorty's strippin' in the livin' room
My heart racin' 'cuz I know I'm gon' hit it soon
Pop that ass, sit it on my lap
Don't stop like that, put it on crack

Let me beat it from the back, now I'm poundin' it right
Wearin' a thong on my head 'cuz you know I'm wild for tonight
When we done talk a little bit to keep her in the groove
Try to make it last so my exit is smooth, ya know

Boy you keep on turnin' me
Love the way you turn me on
Got me feelin' all alone
Love the way you turn me on

Boy you keep on turnin' me
Love the way you turn me on
When you got me singin' this song
Love the way you turn me on

Boy you keep on turnin' me
Love the way you turn me on
Got me feelin' all alone
Love the way you turn me on

Boy you keep on turnin' me
Love the way you turn me on
When you got me singin' this song
Love the way you turn me on

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Soilworker'S Song Of The Damned - Lyrics - Soilwork

Title: Soilworker'S Song Of The Damned
Artist: Soilwork
Composer(s): Sven Morten Rag Karlsson, Bjoern Ove Ingemar Strid, Peter Leo Rickar Wichers

Lyric:
Postironic, we laugh dream in sonic, diamond overload
Drenched in fear by struck of lightning
'Cause we're only listening with one ear now
This organism rips us apart, it feasts on us

Song of the damned never ends, so don't pretend
We are condemned where we stand, where we stand

This machine creates what in some people's mouth
Is called art, too hard to comprehend
Too hard but will not bend, we will not bend

So why are we trusting those cynical souls?
Bleeding, aching, bleeding, aching-bleeding
With hearts open wide all so cold, live for the moment
Get killed for the thrill, bleeding, aching, bleeding, aching
Bleeding for nothing, for we've seen it all

Fast and furious we're riding with serpent speed
Through the essence, through the greed
Forcing ourselves to overcome this mystery
This restless degradation, temptation and our endless lust
Will bring us down, will bring us deeper down

So why are we trusting those cynical souls?
Bleeding, aching, bleeding, aching-bleeding
With hearts open wide all so cold, live for the moment
Get killed for the thrill, bleeding, aching, bleeding, aching
Bleeding for nothing, for we've seen it all

Postironic, we laugh dream in sonic, diamond overload
Drenched in fear by struck of lightning
'Cause we're only listening with one ear now
This organism rips us apart, it feasts on us

Song of the damned, never ends, so stop pretend
We are condemned where we stand, where we stand
Song of the damned, never ends, so stop pretend
We are condemned where we stand, where we stand

Song of the damned, never ends, so stop pretend
We are condemned where we stand, where we stand
Song of the damned, never ends, so stop pretend
We are condemned where we stand, where we stand

Song of the damned, never ends, so stop pretend
We are condemned where we stand, where we stand
Song of the damned, never ends, so stop pretend
We are condemned where we stand, where we stand

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Dog In Heat - Lyrics - Miss E ...So Addictive - Missy Elliott

Title: Dog In Heat
Album: Miss E ...So Addictive
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott, Clifford Smith, Reggie Noble

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Lyric:
Gimme that funk, funk
Yo, gimme that Funk
Sho' nuff that funk

Yo, yo, beware of the dogs, off the chain
*** Your whips at the club, we piss in the parkin' lanes
Blow it up ten frames, so you see it wide
If your broad ain't *** she don't need to ride

She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside
By the spare, she hungry I'll feed her fries
'Cause I'ma dog *** shot call ***
My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture

Applaud *** shake that ***
I getcha drunk and high and duct tape that *** fast
Then leave you on your daddy front lawn
With your hair all *** up, with one pump on

Get stomped on, I take the money and run
I'm a dog, *** right in front of your son
If you ain't got Missy and Meth
Want me to spit the hot *** for you? *** write your check

When you come home from work, I'm gon' make you do more work
Pour some wine in the cup, sip sippin' on sizzurp
Now we gon' make love to and in ya
Slide, wanna take a ride

When you with me, oh, so right, tell them boys not tonight
Say you chillin' with your *** and this is one y'don't wanna miss
'Cause this love right here is on fire
Slide, wanna take a ride

I love it, boy, when you play this song
Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on
You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat
Hey wodie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks

I love it, boy, when you play this song
Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on
You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat
Hey wodie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks

You on the block layin' low, from the cops layin' low
When you done let me know 'cause my love make you be like whoa
'Cause I got your mind in the trenches
Slide, let's take a ride

Baby, come give me some, hey wodie, ain't no other one
Can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night
'Cause you put butterflies in my stomach
Slide, baby, won't you slide?

I love it, boy, when you play this song
Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on
You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat
Hey wodie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks

I love it, boy, when you play this song
Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on
You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat
Hey wodie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks

Yo, yo, I wanna Gangsta Boogie with my gangsta ***
Love it when the *** talk back thanks to ***
All my dogs playin' the wall, get at these broads
You ain't got no *** at all, we ain't *** wit y'all

I'm not your smooth lovin', see me at Casbah thuggin'
Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin'
Never catch Tical handcuffin', I'm in your party puffin'
Smellin' like that Wu-Tang production

Cousin tried to tell me *** come a dime a dozen
And when it come around, I'll beat it down like percussion
Missy, come and get me, I'm 'bout to call Doc
We can all meet up at Peanut's, I heard it was the spot

Somebody roll up the, push the car lighter
Kick your feet up Saturday Night, who got the Fever?
Brought the flavor of Indonesia
Puff, puff, give type procedures
And this joint bumpin' out your speakers

I love it, boy, when you play this song
Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on
You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat
Hey wodie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks

I love it, boy, when you play this song
Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on
You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat
Hey wodie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks

I'm gonna take you high to the top
And let your body not reject me, babe
I'm gon' make you really love me

I'm gonna make you scream don't stop
But you must first respect his lady
You must respect this lady

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And On &Amp; On - Lyrics - Janet Jackson

Title: And On &Amp; On
Artist: Janet Jackson
Composer(s): Terry Lewis, Janet Jackson, James Iii Harris

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Lyric:
This is a song about summertime
May it never end, may it never end
This is a summer of love, and the love'll go
On and on and on and on

I'm not gonna stop, no
I'm not gonna stop, no
I'm not gonna stop, no

And this feeling goes
On and on and on and on and on
And the lovin' goes
On and on and on and on and on

Ooh, what a feeling that I'm feeling
Gotta keep this going
I've got the top down
Sun is beaming as I'm thinking about you

Never will you stop this love that you feel
And I'll do the same with you every day
I will always be right here by your side
I don't want nobody else

And this feeling goes
On and on and on and on and on
And the lovin' goes
On and on and on and on and on

Ooh, what a feeling, got me smiling
As I'm dreaming 'bout you
Oh, you're my baby
So believe me when I tell ya

Never will you stop this love that you feel
And I'll do the same with you every day
I will always be right here by your side
I don't want nobody else

And this feeling goes
On and on and on and on and on
And the lovin' goes
On and on and on and on and on

Feel it, yeah, top down
Just coolin', summertime

And this feeling goes on
(Feeling goes on, feeling goes on)
And this feeling goes on
(Feeling goes on, feeling goes on)

And this feeling goes on
(Feeling goes on, feeling goes on)
And this feeling goes on
(Feeling goes on, feeling goes on)
Damn, this is a long song

And this feeling goes
On and on and on and on and on
And the lovin' goes
On and on and on and on and on

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Drinking Song - Lyrics - Phinally Phamous - Lil Wyte

Title: Drinking Song
Album: Phinally Phamous
Artist: Lil Wyte
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston, Patrick Dhane Lanshaw

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Lyric:
Start this night out right so I don't fall on my face
I got some red necks wit me ready to get drunk and shot da gauge
They got 6 shots of Tequila and half a bottle of Bacardi
The bottle came from onions coat when we left the bonfire party

They constantly askin' fo more and tryin' to pour me up a shot
Incredible hulk mixed with vodka and a skotch on the rocks
Crown Royal with coke a bud light my eye balls afloat
So much fuckin' liquid in me, I got to hit da pisser fo sho

Keepin' up wit hill billys actin' silly drunker then shit
This might compare to my smokin' song but pimpin' this is not it
This is my drinkin' song so you know wut you got to do
Drink twelve or twenty-one or wut eva you do but don't stop at two

This is my drinkin' song
And there ain't no rules, wut you waitin' on
Pop a bottle, pour your self a shot or even brew your own
If you're goin' to drink, might as well drink until you hit the floor
Afta you hit the floor, get yo ass up and pour a couple mo

This is my drinkin' song
And there ain't no rules, wut you waitin' on
Pop a bottle, pour your self a shot or even brew your own
If you're goin' to drink, might as well drink until you hit the floor
Afta you hit the floor, get yo ass up and pour a couple mo

Aight, I'm alright, listen to my words, I have dranken up half the bar
And still yet a swurl I heard
I looked down at red neck, he look like he was about to hurl
Brother Robby actin' similiar but was spinnin' like the world

Now real rednecks can get drunk like some shit I've neva seen
Ten shots bud lights fo chasin' and ready for round eleventeen
Demolition derbys at the races rodeos and hill streets
When ever legal liqour sold white folks will meet

But we all want to get fucked up and when I say we
I'm talkin' about every nationality on this G L O B E
And some do, some don't, some might like it, some won't
I'll tell you wut, I love this so much, I'm fucked up right now

This is my drinkin' song
And there ain't no rules, wut you waitin' on
Pop a bottle, pour your self a shot or even brew your own
If you're goin' to drink, might as well drink until you hit the floor
Afta you hit the floor, get yo ass up and pour a couple mo

This is my drinkin' song
And there ain't no rules, wut you waitin' on
Pop a bottle, pour your self a shot or even brew your own
If you're goin' to drink, might as well drink until you hit the floor
Afta you hit the floor, get yo ass up and pour a couple mo

We jump in Slappa's car, don't worry this fool wasn't driven
The outcome would've been ridiculous and we wouldn't've survived
Believe it or not I was the most sober of the five of us
Liquor in me got to piss again I feel like I'm 'bout to bust

Good thing we got out the exit fo me to handle my buisness
I jumped out to drain my lizard and God as my witness
I see a truck load of moonshine hiding behind some trees
Wit the keys in it and nobody around, no one but me

This mean, we can get drunker and crunker
And make us some cheese from Mariana, Arkansas
Through the woods back to Tennessee
This event start anotha good ol'boy fraiser drinkin' day
In the back of a chevelle, pick up shootin' of this daze

This is my drinkin' song
And there ain't no rules, wut you waitin' on
Pop a bottle, pour your self a shot or even brew your own
If you're goin' to drink, might as well drink until you hit the floor
Afta you hit the floor, get yo ass up and pour a couple mo

This is my drinkin' song
And there ain't no rules, wut you waitin' on
Pop a bottle, pour your self a shot or even brew your own
If you're goin' to drink, might as well drink until you hit the floor
Afta you hit the floor, get yo ass up and pour a couple mo

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Way We Swing - Lyrics - This Is An EP Release - Digital Underground

Title: Way We Swing
Album: This Is An EP Release
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): R Bateman, Jimi Hendrix, G Jacobs, B Holland, E Humphrey

Lyric:
Yo shock man, people be comin' up to me sayin'
Yo man, what's up with the underground man?
You guys old school, new school R and B or hip-hop?
What should I tell 'em?

Now this is not your average everyday rap song
We won't be rockin' bells that go a ding and a dong
The bass drummer hipper won't be lingerin' on
Check out the way we kick it on the microphone

The funky beat is playin' and we're swingin' along
The underground is rockin' with the hip-hop song
The drums are ringin' with the serious tone
Ah clock this y'all, we're on the microphone

Ah MC's, you like the way we swing
Well, listen close and make sure you don't miss a thing
Don't you know that we're the microphone masters?
Known to MC's as 'The Raw Dog Bastards'

We bust rhymes and write everyday
So listen close to the things that we say
Triple-slippin' MC's will get verbally raped
We'll send you home with that look on your face

So just rock this, you can't stop this
Ah just rock this, try and clock this
(Try and clock this)

The funky beat is playing and we're swingin' along
The underground is rockin' with the hip-hop song
The funky drums is ringin' with the serious tone
Ah clock this y'all, we're on the microphone

Ah MC's, ya like the way we swing
(Ya like the way we swing)
'Cause America, likes the way we swing

MC's, you like the way we swing
I hope you do, 'cause if you don't, it don't mean a thing
See we don't play for other hip-hop crews, it's not about you
We do the things that we wanna do

We're MC's to please the loyal followers
But you, you're just a sucker hip-hop borrower
Your real name is probably Bradworth or Bennett
Your verbal baggage ain't got nuthin' in it

You think that you're rockin but you're not hip-hoppin
So you best stop jockin at the masters

MC's, you like the way we swing
(You like the way we swing)
Yeah, 'cause America, likes the way we swing

MC's, you like the way we swing
(You like the way we swing)
The queen told you that you're nothing but an underling
We're talkin' trash, we kick it kind of cocky
You can't deny it though the drums are good and sloppy

The funky beat is playin' and we're swingin' along
The underground is rockin' with the hip-hop song
The funky drums are ringin' with the serious tone
Ah clock this y'all, we're on the microphone

Ah MC's, like the way we swing
(They like the way we swing)
'Cause America, likes the way we swing

You're triple-slippin, you're triple-slippin

You're triple-slippin
(Yo man)
You rhyme like a school teacher
About convincing as a preacher, who smokes reefer
Why don't you give it up? Just put the mic down
Get out of town with that noise, this is the underground

Not your average everyday rap crew
You can tell by the things we say the things that we do
The funky beat is playin' and we're swingin' along
Ah clock this y'all, we're on the microphone

Ah MC's, you like the way we swing
(Ya like the way we swing)
Yeah 'cause America, likes the way we swing
And ya don't stop

MC's
(They don't know)
MC's
(They don't know)
MC's
(They don't know)
MC's
(What I know)

DJ's
(They don't know)
DJ's
(They don't know)
DJ's
(They don't know)
DJ's
(What I know)

You see, we have no time for suckers
Who bite with their lowers and their uppers
We came here to play and what we really wanna say
Is MC's

Why don't you take the chill pill?
You really need to listen to the way we spill
Ah these rhymes, we don't have time to drop a dime
Everytime a sucker thief gets away with a line

Their mouths keep suckin' cause they ain't got nothin'
But they best stop fuckin' with the masters

MC's, you like the way we swing
(You like the way we swing)
Yeah, 'cause America, likes the way we swing

MC's, you like the way we swing
'Cause Africa, likes the way we swing

MC's, you like the way we swing
'Cause down in Australia, they love the way we swing

MC's, you like the way we swing
Yo, 'cause Zimbabwe, likes the way we swing
(And ya don't stop)

Ahh, MC's, you like the way we swing
'Cause over in the Phillipines, they love the way we swing

Yeah, MC's, you like the way we swing
Don't you know the UK y'all, likes the way we swing

Ahh, MC's, hah you like the way we swing
Even in Cleveland, they like the way we swing

MC's, you like the way we swing
Japan likes the way we swing
(Kick it shock)
And ya don't stop

Ah, keep on gonna rock till we hit the top
Ah one time, in your mind y'all
Get busy, get busy, get busy, get busy

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Can'T Touch This - Lyrics - Mc Hammer

Title: Can'T Touch This
Artist: Mc Hammer
Composer(s): Stanley Kirk Burrell, Rick James, Alonzo Miller

Lyric:
Can't touch this
Uh uh, can't touch this
Nope, can't touch this
Naw man, no, can't touch this

My, my, my, my music hits me so hard
Makes me say, "Oh, my Lord
Thank you for blessing me
With a mind to rhyme and two hype feet"

Feels good, when you know you down
A super dope homeboy from Oak town
And I'm known as such
And this is a beat, uh, you can't touch

Ha ha, I told you, man, can't touch this
Yeah, no, can't touch this
Look at my eyes, man, can't touch this
Let me bust some funky lyrics, check it

Fresh new kicks and pants
You gotta like that, now you know you wanna dance
So move outta your seat
Get a fly girl and catch this beat

While it's rollin', hold on
Pump a little bit, let her know it's goin' on
Like that
(Like that, like that)
Like that

Cold on a mission so fall on back
Let 'em know, that you're too much
And this is a beat, ha ha, can't touch

Ha ha, and that's the word, can't touch this
Nope, can't touch this
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Break it down

(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh)
Yeah, oh, woo, ha!
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh)
Yeah, you can't touch this baby, oh oh oh oh
Comin' live, you know, stop!
Can't touch this

Go with the flow, it is said
If you can't groove to this then you probably are dead
So wave your hands in the air
Bust through the moves three fingers through your hair

This is it for a winner
(This is it)
Dance to this and you're gonna get thinner
Move, slide your rump
Just for a minute let's all do the bump

Bump, bump, bump
Bump, bump
(Bump)
Ha ha, woo!
Hey look, man
No, you cannot touch this

You better get hype
Because you know, can't touch this
You can't, ring the bell, school's back in session
Break it down

(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh)
Oh oh oh oh oh, do the bump, ha ha
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh)
Can't touch this, baby
No touching, stop!
Can't touch this

Every time you see me I'm just so hype
I'm dope on the floor and I'm magic on the mic
Now why would I ever stop doing this?
With others makin' records that just don't hit

I've toured around the world from London to the Bay
It's ******** ** *** *** ********
And the rest can go and play, can't touch this

Yo, I told you, you can't touch this
Yeah, can't touch this
Ha ha, can't touch this

(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh)
You can look but, you can look but
Can't touch this
I told y'all at the beginning of the song
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh)
And if y'all listened this far then y'all know by now
Let 'em know they can't touch this
Can't touch this

Ha, man, can't touch this
Ha, man, can't touch this
Check it, man, can't touch this
Like you almost got
No, no, you can't touch this, nope

Ha, yeah, can't touch this
(Can't touch this)
Can I see your VIP pass?
No, no, you're not supposed to
(Can't touch this)
No, you can't touch this, no, you gotta leave now
It's time to go, you can't touch this

You can't touch this
Can't touch this

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What Is It? - Lyrics - Rebirth - Keith Sweat

Title: What Is It?
Album: Rebirth
Artist: Keith Sweat
Composer(s): Raphael Hamilton, Keith D Sweat, Roy Hamilton, Rom Linton

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Lyric:
So what is it about me
That you're feelin'?
Tell me
Time you get nasty baby
Do you think, you can handle this boy

Ooh yeah
(Ooh yeah)
Ooh yeah, baby
(Ooh yeah)
Here we go

It's crazy
(It's crazy)
How I feel
(How I feel)
When you touch me girl
(Ooh yeah)
(I get chance)
I get a feelin'
(Ooh)
Like no other
(Like no other)
So deep inside
Hmm mmm mmm

Your body's drivin' me crazy
(Crazy)
I like what you doing to me lady
(I like it)
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop turnin' me on, ohh
(Don't stop turnin' me on)
Ooh baby, yeah

What is it about me girl, that you like?
(Ooh yeah)
(What is it? What is it? What is it?)
What is it about me girl, that you like?
(What is it? What is it? What is it girl?)
What is it about me girl, that you like?
(What is it? What is it? What is it? What is it?)
What is it about me girl, that you like?
(What is it, what is it girl)

I like it when you call me, ten times in a day
(Call me)
(Whao)
And when we're makin' love girl, you let me do it my way
(We are makin' sweet love)
(I let you do it your way)
Oh, don't stop baby, don't stop you keep turnin' me on
(Don't stop you keep turnin' me on)
(Whao)
I can't get enough of you, baby
(Baby)
That's why I'm singin' this song, baby yeah

What is it about me boy, that you like?
(What is it? What is it? What is it baby?)
What is it about me boy, that you like?
(What is it about me girl?)
(What is it that, that you like?)
What is it about me boy, that you like?
(What is it baby?)
(What is it? What is it baby?)
What is it about me boy, that you like?
(Ooh yeah yeah)

Lady if you're making love to your man tonight on this song
Going on and freak him, freak him
Freak him, freak him, freak him, freak him
Man if you're making love to girl tonight on this song
(That is if you're making love to girl)
Going on and freak her, freak her
Freak her, freak her, freak her, freak her
Ooh yeah

What is it about me girl, that you like?
(What is it about me girl?)
(What is it about me girl?)
What is it about me boy, that you like?
(Ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
(I want to know baby)
What is it about me girl, that you like?
(Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
What is it about me boy, that you like?
(Oh baby, baby)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ooh hoo

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Somethin' 'Bout The Goldie In Me - Lyrics - Mc Hammer

Title: Somethin' 'Bout The Goldie In Me
Artist: Mc Hammer
Composer(s): Dexter Ansley, Ondreius Burgie, Stanley Kirk Burrell, Ontario Haynes, Maurice Stewart

Lyric:
Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me
Somethin' 'bout an Oakland mack
When I hear this song
It makes an O.G. feel phat

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me
Somethin' 'bout an Oakland mack
When I hear this song
It makes an O.G. feel phat

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me
That makes me laugh at these wannabes
'Cause they been watchin' too much TV
Rambo and Clint Eastwood got ya trippin'

But the Goldie in me
Keeps me thinkin' 'bout my group and never slippin'
In that played out tread
'Cause most O.G.'s are in the pen or fresh out

And when I hear rappers like you call me wack
I laugh and just say over twenty million sold
Can you buy that?
Yeah, fake rappers are surreal

You don't hear me though, I thought ya knew
I'm a certified player, you see
'Cause of the girls, the girls, they love me
And no matter what my critics say

They all know that I'm mackin' this fame
'Cause fools can't recognize game
I refuse to be a wannabe
Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me, yeah

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me
Somethin' 'bout an Oakland mack
When I hear this song
It makes an O.G. feel phat

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me
Somethin' 'bout an Oakland mack
When I hear this song
It makes an O.G. feel phat

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me
See I'm a G
Hangin' wit fools like Big Loose
Crossecuse, and Killa Week

Just some hard knuckleheads from the east side
Where we used to squab, shoot 'em down
Collect ends, and high side and rise
And get between thighs on the day to day

Craps, big bank take little bank, were games we like to play
Rollin' down east 14, the brothers be trippin'
They hear the cats be slippin'
'Cause the moves be quick to zippin'

Pickin' up freaks every other block, wherever the ride stop
The girls flock, and all the homies jock, sock
Bustas makin' smart remarks, I'm quick to bust ya
Never worry about my back, because I'm rollin' wit some hustlas

And we don't sell, we bail
Creep through the hood wit pockets fatter than the Goodyear blimp
Yeah, an oak town player, G
It's got to be the Goldie in me

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me
Somethin' 'bout an Oakland mack
When I hear this song
It makes an O.G. feel phat

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me
Somethin' 'bout an Oakland mack
When I hear this song
It makes an O.G. feel phat

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Radio - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Radio
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): Eldra Debarge, Erick Sermon, James Brown, D Davis, William Randy Debarge, Gene Griffen, Aaron Hall, Timothy Gatling, Etterlene Jordan, Teddy Riley, R Walters, Keith Murray

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Lyric:
Word, rock on
All my peoples up top rock on
All my peoples down low rock on
All my peoples on the left
All my peoples on the right
Word up, Def Squad, rock on

Well, it's the supersonical ginintonical ask your chronicles
Splatter crews all you hear is ahh and ouhs
Time to face the music bring you down to earth like Poppa Smurf
I'm worldwide like on the web in your turf
With full fledge rap pack with anxiety attacks

For those that thought I wouldn't be back
With that bone chillin' horror killin' all on goin' drama
Save the rah, rah for your mama, braggadocios prone to static
Come through the jam and wreck the mic by force of habit

Tantalizin' make you feel good like cryin'
I can't be dissed so you can stop tryin'
And Keith Murray will prevail
So you can eat a shit sandwich and go to hell
I keep [Incomprehensible]

I got the skunky funky illest funk flow
For the glamorous scandalous world of radio
Now this song is from all of us to all of them

I got the skunky funky illest funk flow
For the glamorous scandalous world of radio
Now this song is from all of us to all of them

Yo, I throw the beat up in the cobra clutch
Hit it with the Midas touch
Dig up in the mic just like a gold rush
Never ran, never felt the need to run

They know not to come 'cause they all get some
I'm still fabulous still mackadoshis
My DJ still cut it the closest
So who's an error when's a never?
I melt through your butter leather
And then I splatter through your Gucci sweater

Deep as a river in a ragin' flood
I come with open arms showin' nothin' but love
Comin' less than zero, modern day hero
Deliver hot shit just like Dominos

Keep it movin' or get it on 'cause money talks
And bullshit runs the marathon, word is bond
Non stoppin' mic shockin' bottles poppin'
Word up, son, yo, we keep it rockin'

I got the skunky funky illest funk flow
For the glamorous scandalous world of radio
Now this song is from all of us to all of them

I got the skunky funky illest funk flow
For the glamorous scandalous world of radio
Now this song is from all of us to all of them

I'm like a character and my life is a movie
Groupies step to me, do me, try to sue me
Because I make a record, got money in a car
I'm a star, naw, naw, naw, that's bullshit, paw

In the black range look ya never ever worry
Parked in the front I hear voices sayin' "That's Keith Murray"
The name of the game is fame
You know the price you recognize, the God like Christ

Masses of posses packed up schemin'
Ladies love me they keep on screamin'
Expressin' all the feelin' of the world today
Some might listen to my music and try to say
Nothin' other than "Yo this shit is dope"

And in the everyday life struggle Murray goes for broke
From day to day, month to month, year to year
I swear, I tear any mic any stage anywhere
I be the standards of which excellence is measured
So for me to rock all day it'll be my pleasure

I got the skunky funky illest funk flow
For the glamorous scandalous world of radio
Now this song is from all of us to all of them

I got the skunky funky illest funk flow
For the glamorous scandalous world of radio
Now this song is from all of us to all of them

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