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Monday, August 2, 2010

Lead Me On - Lyrics - Teena Marie

Title: Lead Me On
Artist: Teena Marie
Composer(s): Giorgio Moroder, Tom Whitlock

Lyric:
Turn around to see you in a crowded place
I watch for the emotions on a guarded face
Saying, "Lead me on"

Victim of a dream and a memory
But when I try to break free
You say to me, "C'mon, lead me on"

A matter out of time in the reaches of space
Caught up in the patterns in the light of a life
Walk across the bridge to the shadows of the night

Saying, "Lead me on"
Lead me on
Lead me on
On and on
Lead me on

Voices in the night chase the demons away
Looking in the mirror it's easy to say
Lead me on

The choices of a lifetime in the dreams of a day
When the coast is gettin' clearer
I hear you say, "C'mon and lead me on"

A matter out of time in the look on your face
Caught up in the patterns in the light of a life
Walk across the bridge to the shadows of the night

Saying, "Lead me on"
Lead me on
Lead me on
On and on
Lead me on

Talk to me of lightning, I'll hear what you say, my love
Reaching for the meaning, it's all of the way
I can keep believing in you and me, my love
Finding the answers that we need sometimes it's meant to be

Lead me on

Turn around to see you in a crowded place
I watch for the emotions as they cross your face
Saying, "Lead me on"

I see you in a dream and a memory
A captive of the light you say to me
"C'mon and lead me on"
C'mon and lead me on
C'mon and lead me on
Lead me on

Lead me on
Lead me on
C'mon and lead me on
Lead me on

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Oooh Wee - Lyrics - Teena Marie

Title: Oooh Wee
Artist: Teena Marie
Composer(s): Martin Kember, Reed Vertelney

Lyric:
Who, yeah yeah yeah uh huh
Who saw you stumble baby? Who let you fall?
Who gave you something out of nothin' at all?
Who's the one for you to turn to when you're feeling low?
Who's always been there for you, darlin' you know

Who's gonna turn your back on, all that we had had?
And who had the good times, should out-weigh the bad
Who took the vow that they'll be there till death do us part?
Who's is slowly dyin' cause' you're breakin' my heart, you know

I gave my love and it was from my heart
I can't figure out just why you tore it apart
Why does it have to be this way? I can't figure it out baby
I wanna know who's gonna love you like I do
And who's gonna be there holding you now, oh

Who can I turn to when I feel so blue?
Who can I run to? There's no me without you
Who's gonna be by your side? Since you walked right out my life
Can't sleep at night, keep toss and turnin'
And one, one can you tell me who?

I gave my love and it was from my heart
I can't figure out just why you tore it apart
Why does it have to be this way? I can't figure it out baby, oh no
I wanna know who's gonna love you like I do
And who's gonna be there holding you now, oh

I guess I knew that you were satisfied
I tried to push those thoughts right out of my mind
I guess this happens, when you don't deal with the pain
But if you come on back, this way I'll give ya my everything again

I gave my love and it was from my heart
I can't figure out just why you tore it apart
Why does it have to be this way? I can't figure it out baby, oh no
I wanna know who's gonna love you like I do
And who's gonna be there holding you now

I gave my love and it was from my heart
I can't figure out just why you tore it apart
Why does it have to be this way? I can't figure it out baby
I wanna know who's gonna love you like I do
And who's gonna be there holding you now

I gave my love and it was from my heart
I can't figure out just why you tore it apart
Why does it have to be this way? I can't figure it out baby
I wanna know who's gonna love you like I do
And who's gonna be there holding you now

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Still Be There - Lyrics - Lil' Romeo

Title: Still Be There
Artist: Lil' Romeo
Composer(s): Cornell Perkins, Teena Marie Brockert, Rene Ezell, Lil' Romeo Percy Miller

Lyric:
I ain't tripin' girl age ain't nuttin'
I ain't tripin' girl age ain't nuttin'

Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there
Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there

Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there
Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there

I remember way back in them kindergarten classes
Snack time the way yo smile used to shine
How we used to line up in them single fine lines
Walkin' out to recess takin' all them deep breaths

Watchin' me develop all my basketball skills
Dribblin' from the the start and you took my heart
I couldn't wait till the next day, to see yo face
All over again, yo love I'm still tryna to win come on

Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there
Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there

Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there
Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there

A few years passed but still the same feelings
I got more popular still the same feelings
I had and I don't know if they will change
And all my friends tellin' me to concentrate on yo game

Keep ya grades good MBA's in ya fortune
But you so pretty can a soldier break to lose ya
And I won't really call it puppy love I'm havin'
It's more like a crush so we gon' can keep it on the hush, okay

Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there
Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there

Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there
Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there

In the 7th grade now and I'm stunnin' like a superstar
Referee takin' all startin' point gourd and it's funny
'Cause I still feel the same way
You've start notice how I'm lookin' yo way

But through it all still shy
And I'ma put it in a letter 'cause
I think that's the best way to tell ya
That we can still grow together

And we could weather the storm is strong
And deal with whatever

Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there
Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there

Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there
Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there

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Essence - Lyrics - Az

Title: Essence
Artist: Az
Composer(s): J Johnson, N Jones, Anthony Cruz, M Risko, P Hendricks, Rick James

Lyric:
Aiyyo God, yo meet me at the Denice Williams concert tonight, man
Everybody there, Stacy Lattisaw, Teena Marie, everybody, man
Yeah, yeah, no doubt, I'ma bring one of my baddest stallions out, man
You do the same aight?

You know how we play baby, listen
I'm at a car wash right now
But I'ma hit you as soon as I'm right over there
Right in front, right? Okay, aight gotchu

Son, who laced you with the ill haircut?
Lenny, he blessed me with the sharp blade, that nigga's paid
He make a pretty penny
Fo'sho, you hurt 'em with the new Prada's, true
Check mines they royal blue, my shit's is baby blue
They powder blue, yo' shit's is hotter
You hotter with them frames on
Nigga, you James Bond and you stay low

You know my style babe bro, yeah, make dough
Manicure, facial, face glow, fuck it if you say so
I keep you P.I., that's how we break hoes
We throwin' ivory dice across the concrete
And of course that don't make him your man because y'all palm weed
We had boxed bumpin' La-Di-Da-Di, word?
Shotties was blastin', pellets jumpin' into everybody

They never got me, was cool with all the park shooters
Sparkin' bazookas, sharpen your tutors
'Cause we don't pardon the snoozers
Yo son, I wouldn't change my life for nuttin
And that ain't like you for frontin', who's the nicest?
Nuff talkin' like somethin'

Yo, we hard hit, just like Comacho and Vargas
Who's the target? Now watch how we close the market
We both hard hit just like Haggler and Hearns
Add the math, be concerned, if it's beef you burn
Yo it's sorta like Poitier and Bill Cosby
'Let's Do It Again', a beautiful blend, let's do it to win

What's today's mathematics?
We had it, we let 'em hold it, we shoulda sold it
We back it, we could grabbed it
But fuck it, just let 'em have it, Humduallah
Allah U Akbar, God is the greatest
Planet Mars, we carvin' the faces
You couldn't catch us in a car without the bangers
Believe, I touched a couple of movie stars and entertainers
Indeed, one in particular, almost started to name her
I was there when you first pushed up and started to game her

Been a long journey, certain shit just don't concern me
They ain't hurtin' shit, we flip, they hire attorneys
Yo, I'ma stay custom 'til I'm old, gray and rustin'
Reminiscin' the number of chickens that claim we fucked 'em
Bet some badda hoes than them other funky rappers chose
I'm tryin' to wife a chick, light a spliff
This might be like another part to 'Life's a Bitch'
Write ya lips, who's nice as this? We righteousness
No mic assists, it's murderous, granted the right to flip

Yo, we hard hit, just like Comacho and Vargas
Who's the target? Now watch how we close the market
We both hard hit just like Haggler and Hearns
Add the math, be concerned, if it's beef you burn
Yo it's sorta like Poitier and Bill Cosby
'Let's Do It Again,' a beautiful blend, let's do it to win

Yo, we hard hit, just like Comacho and Vargas
Who's the target? Now watch how we close the market
We both hard hit just like Haggler and Hearns
Add the math, be concerned, if it's beef you burn
Yo it's sorta like Poitier and Bill Cosby
'Let's Do It Again,' a beautiful blend, let's do it to win

Like Spinks and Hearns
Sorta Poitier and Bill Cosby
'Let's Do it Again", nigga

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Re-Birth - Lyrics - Az

Title: Re-Birth
Artist: Az
Composer(s): A Best, A Cruz, K Mansfield

Lyric:
Aiyyo God, yo, meet me at
The Denice Williams concert tonight man
Everybody there, Stacy Lattisaw
Teena Marie, everybody man

Yeah, yeah, no doubt
I'ma bring one of my baddest stallions man
You do the same aight?
You know how we play baby, listen

I'm at a car wash right now
But I'ma hit you as soon as I'm right over there
Right in front right?
(Yeah)
Okay, aight got you

Son who laced you with the ill haircut?
Lenny, he blessed me with the sharp blade
That nigga's paid, he make a pretty penny
Fo'sho, you hurt 'em with the new Prada's
(True)

Check mines they royal blue
My shits is baby blue, they powder blue
(Yo' shits is hotter)
You hotter with them frames on
Nigga you James Bond and you stay low
You know my style, babe, bro
(Yeah, make dough)

Manicure, facial, face glow
Fuck it if you say so; I keep you PI
That's how we break hoes
We throwing ivory dice across the concrete

And of course that don't make him your man
Because y'all palm weed
We had boxed bumping la, di, da, di
(Word?)
Shotties was blasting, pellets jumping into everybody
They never got me

Was cool with all the park shooters, sparking bazookas
Sharpen your tutors, cause we don't pardon the snoozers
Yo son, I wouldn't change my life for nothing
And that ain't like you for fronting, who's the nicest?
(Nuff talking, light something)

Yo, we hard hit just like Comacho and Vargas

Who's the target? Now watch how we close the market
We both hard hit, just like Hagler and Hearns
Add the math, be concerned, if it's beef you burn

Yo, it's sorta like, "Poitier and Bill Cosby"
Let's do it again,' a beautiful blend, let's do it to win
My nigga, my nigga, my niggaz, my niggaz
My niggaz, my niggaz, uhh

What's today's mathematics?
We had it, we let 'em hold it, we shoulda sold it
We back it, we could grabbed it
But fuck it, just let 'em have it

Humduallah, Allah u Akbar, God is the greatest
Planet Mars, we carving the faces
You couldn't catch us in a car without the bangers
Believe, I touched a couple of movie stars and entertainers

Indeed, one in particular, almost started to name her
(Ha, ha)
I was there when you first pushed up and started to game her
Been a long journey, certain shit just don't concern me
They ain't hurting shit, we flip, they hire attorneys

Yo, I'ma stay custom 'til I'm old gray and rusting
Reminiscing the number of chickens that claim we fucked 'em
Bet some badda hoes than them other funky rappers chose
I'm trying to wife a chick, light a spliff
(Okay)

This might be like another part to life's a bitch
Write yo' lips, who's nice as this?
We righteousness, no mic assists
It's murderous, granted the right to flip

Yo, we hard hit just like Comacho and Vargas
Yo, we hard hit just like Comacho and Vargas

Like, Spinks and Hearns
Sorta Poitier and Bill Cosby
Let's do it again, nigga

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

The Hype - Lyrics - No Pressure - Erick Sermon

Title: The Hype
Album: No Pressure
Artist: Erick Sermon
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, George Jr Clinton, Allen Mcgrier, Teena Marie Brockert, David L Spradley, Garry M Shider

Lyric:
Here's a little story I gots to tell

Hype, one, two like that y'all
Check it out one, two y'all
It's the beat, that make it one and two y'all
It's the beat, that makes me wanna [unverified]
Peace to my niggards, peace to my mens
Like that, one, two y'all, check it out

Sunday's here, the end of the week
And the club's packed and shit, I feel like freaking'
Pick up the phone, call my niggaz, yo what up dude?
Need me a bitch man, to put me in the fuckin' mood
Check this here, I'll pick you up around twelve O'clock
Right around the parking lot, I'll find a spot, it's on, man
I'll see you soon in about twelve hours, yeah past noon

It's the hype yo, it's the hype

Word, pulled up brake by the front door
Parlay and I stepped out hardcore
I tipped the boy park the car in the front
Not the back, in case I have to run and get my strap
I walked inside, somebody sing, "Erick Sermon"
That's me, got me in free, looked around the club

Man, no half steppin', walked straight up to the V.I.P. section
Sat by the wall, so I can see what's happenin'
My boys, spread out, got their girls, and rappin'
Oh no, I see a girl comin' towards me, posse deep
So I paused for the cause G, she approached me
Hi, told me her name, I told her my name, then kicked the game

Sat beside me, like Little Miss Tuffet, hello
Talkin' bullshit, knowin' I want to fuck it
Basically, I figured she was widdit
So I pulled out my ink pen and exchanged the phone digits
Gimme a call when you get to your crib
So I can get directions, right to where you live

She smiled and left, the girl was wide open
I'm no jokin' when the E blows the smoke in
Check the Rolex, asked for my check
The waitress came over in a pair of black spandex
Gave me a look like, aren't you Erick Sermon?
Yes, and who is it concernin'?" Me, that's the hype

It's the hype

I asked her, "What time you get off?" Oh, in fifteen minutes
So I stormed the bitch like a blizzard
Can I take you home? Sure meet me in the parking lot
I'll flash my high beams, so you can find my spot
She came out, man, she was all that
Cool like that and stacked like that

She jumped in with a wide open grin
Before I went to her crib, I dropped off my best friend
Got to his house and gave him dap
He knew what time it was, so he passed me a jim hat
Got to her house, then parked the Jeep

I asked her who was home, she said, ?Her sister but she sleep?
Walked upstairs, right into the room
With one skylight, lookin' straight at the moon
She wasted no time, man, she was on it
Grabbed for the bozack, and her hands was packed
Took off our clothes, went to work, man trust me

I heard someone knockin', somebody tried to bust me
It was her sister, man, I must be buggin', shit
It's the same girl, I met from the night clubbers
That's your sister? Oh I didn't know, I'll go
And they both screamed, "Hell no", they smiled
With a devilish grin and the other sister jumped in

That's the hype, it's the hype yo
That's the hype, word 'em up
One, two it's the hype, check it out yo yo
It's the hype yo, it's the hype, yo it's the hype
Word em up it's the hype
Yo, [unverified] take 'em out

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Child Of The Night - Lyrics - Red Light District - Ludacris

Title: Child Of The Night
Album: Red Light District
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Nathaniel Hale, Damon Mcdaniels, Chris Bridges, Teena Marie Brockton

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Lyric:
It's gonna get in you, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to do this shit right?
And get my hustle on

It's gonna get in you, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to do this shit right?
And get my hustle on

Look here
Now I'm a man of many talents and a man of my word
But on my path to see the light sometimes my vision gets blurred
It's all a part of growing up and seeing life at its worst
And trying to iron out my wrinkles, putting family first
It seems like the whole world is out for sinking my boat
But with God as my navigator I'll be staying afloat
And I admit to being caught by many foolish distractions
Then I'm forced to pay the price as a result of my actions

I'm battling with myself, and every day is a war
Curiosity killed the cat, why am I curious George?
Gotta keep my nose up out of things that ain't none of my biz
And just 'cause something looks good, don't really mean that it is
Get through the agony and anger, the pain and strife
And take the necessary steps to try to change my life
I've got some questions for you Lord, 'cause my mentality's hood
So why's that everything that's bad for me feels so good?

It's gonna get in you, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to do this shit right?
And get my hustle on

It's gonna get in you, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to do this shit right?
And get my hustle on

Now I'm an only child, so excuse some of my selfish ways
I got spoiled when I was young, spoil myself today
But I feed at least a thousand stomachs and how I've done it is
From the ground up a hundred miles and running, dodging and ducking
Everybody trying to hammer me down
A self made millionaire, baby look at me now
Can't tell me I'm not as hungry as the day I began
'Cause all I ever really needed was a pen in my hand

And the pad in my lap didn't matter in fact
Me and my mom lived in one room, what's badder than that?
Was a young man forced to grow up at the age of twelve
Trying to get in where I fit, streets giving me hell
But yet I give it right back, so how you like that?
Continued doing wrong till I was on the right track
Tell me about heavy money, I might give it a push
But a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush

It's gonna get in you, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to do this shit right?
And get my hustle on

It's gonna get in you, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to do this shit right?
And get my hustle on

No matter how much older we get
Man, we are all still children at heart
We all make mistakes, it's all good

Now, I've tried plenty of times to get rid of my bad habits
Living life on the cutting edge, taking a stab at it
And learning from my mistakes, try not to make them twice
Just admit it when I'm wrong, and tryin' hard to make it right
And baby, nobody's perfect in this world of ours
There's plenty of people getting stitches in this world of scars
But over time I pray to God that he can heal your wounds
Try and love and love again until they seal your tomb

Life is short if you don't notice it'll pass you by
That's why my head is in the clouds trying to pass the sky
I'm never blinking for a minute, keep my eyes on my foes
They wanna catch me in the open, bring my life to a close
Meanwhile that's why I'm bringing so much life to my shows
I've seen smiles, I'm making changes, turning glitter to gold
Don't let these devils play you down, or belittle your souls
Just be happy with yourself and it's so simple to grow
Come on

It's gonna get in you, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to do this shit right?
And get my hustle on
...

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Love U So - Lyrics - Mase

Title: Love U So
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Norman Jesse Whitfield, Nashiem Myrick, Allen Mcgrier, Teena Marie Brockert, Sean Puffy Combs, Mason Betha, Steve Jordan, Keisha Spivey

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Lyric:
Yo, now hum all you want to and all the simple hits
Move, Cuda love, straight out the tenements
Drop the joint with Puff Dad just finished it
Would have did more without censorship?

Talk to plenty chicks, on to many flicks
Love when a girl say they wanna skinny dip
Call room service, tell 'em to send it quick
Want gritz, don't forget, put Cheetos in my

Chill with the fellas that I came in it with
Buy 'em all minks before December hit
Player like Mase revoke your membership
'Cuz this a balla club that come with benefits

They'll reminisce when lady used to dis
Now everywhere we go all the hoe's generous
They must think Mase is on the rush limited
Dusty denim tip, is still the main chick

Ooh Mase, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
I can't keep my eyes off you

Ooh Mase, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
I hope you feel the same way too

Uh, uh, now ladies say he has this
Tendency to B.S.'s
For girls who put key scratches
On brand new coups or E classes

Jet for ya'll, before I do a federal charge
Name incorporated, no problem gettin' cars
Whole entourage in the Mount Airy Lodge
When you very large, never spend cheddar, you charge

Get my daily menage, Halle Berrie massage
Different color Benz in every garage
Who would've thought? '95, Earth spinned twice
Mase be Billboard's hot merchandise

Player like me must deserve this life
Every girl a trick kid, if you work her right
My click bubble, why you wish me trouble, so aight
Bad boy gonna have to shit you double

Ooh Mase, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
I can't keep my eyes off you

Ooh Mase, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
I hope you feel the same way too

Yo, if you never had a man than why try me?
Niggas outta town wanna learn my G
Understand me, the baller I be
Need about three pages and caller ID

When I come around, all the waiters get jippo
Wanna serve Poppy, him a big tipper
Leave the restroom about six strippers
Don't watch me, flip up your zipper

I'ma good fellow, mellow
Though I puff trees my teeth never yellow
Hello, in the club jingle like I'm Jello
With the kids, big as Tickle Me Elmo

Next summer, stretch Hummer for the whole state
Anything, buy no cake hold no weight
I you ain't really seen Mase in the gold 8
I really think it's time that you relocate

Ooh Mase, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
I can't keep my eyes off you

Ooh Mase, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
I hope you feel the same way too

Ooh Mase, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
I can't keep my eyes off you

Ooh Mase, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
I hope you feel the same way too

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

Y'All Ain'T Ready Yet (Remix) - Lyrics - Mystikal

Title: Y'All Ain'T Ready Yet (Remix)
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Leroy Edwards, Michael Tyler

Lyric:
Man, them niggas can't fuck with you, man, fuck them niggas man

I know, I, I, I know
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't
Fuck with my damn self
I know, I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me I
I know y'all niggaz
Ungh, got-damn it took a nigga
Thirteen motherfucking years through this shit
Bruh, I been rappin since La-Di-Da-Di some fucking where
I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz
Aw shit, it's on nigga

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self

See can't nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me and they can't but they try to
Some niggaz just need to be warned
It's gonna be harder to get it up on a my own
Nigga go ring the alarm
Matter fact better know what it take
For the back of your head to hit that grass
Let' s get this straight from the jump
I ain't playing with your bitch ass
These outside niggaz that run to the mic better come clean
Fuckin with that Saudi Arabian
Desert Storm veteran 12th ward offspring
I'm runnin these niggaz to the jets
To the hills, to the back of the tracks
A-A-ask them hos, did I do that?
I'm coming boisterous with 5 million switches
I'm the man with single and double and triple
And four five six time them bitches
I'm the nigga with the go head, fuckin your bitch up in your bed
Standin 5 foot 'leven dick crooked like a roach leg
Much bone and I don't fail a test
Little nigga fuck hos both sides of the river
I can't be fucked with, you can't touch this better grab hold
Bitch I'm so cold I'm like a 24 year-old north pole
Give a fuck about these raggly ass hoes
Grippin my nuts as I strut in my baggy ass Girbauds
Makin em stop, (bigidabounce) pause, Like Jubilee All
I'm harder than a nigga watchin' Janet Jackson in draws
But if ya catch me on the tv, or the radio spell it
M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L y'all ain't ready though

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self

So Mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style?
I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a Rambo spear
See y'all can stop lookin at another nigga
Face cause bitch the man right here
You nigga didn't think that I could swing mine
Bitch I'm doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (I ain't lying)
Talking behind my back don't make me no nevermind
Cause all you can say is I'm smarter than Einstein
I'm fire like Cayenne
You'll never catch me cause I'm swift as a hyena
Gimme the chance I'll rock the lakefront arena
Like Teena Marie be rockin Tipitina's (damn Gina)
Tall dark strong long and lean ain't nobody comin cleaner
It's all in the way I lay my game down
Watch me swing with the gillotine rollin round nigga town
But everybody think these niggaz be wantin me
To prove that I'm the man
Bitch I'm colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan
I got no love for no b-i-e-otch
Matter fact's been that way since I was wearin osh kosh b'gosh
But yet y'all steadily trying to squab bout me
When I come in this door the only thing y'all can do is talk about me
Better get some business about yourself that's what you better do
Matter fact I'm a tell you mother fuckers three things I'm a never do
One never gonna change my style
Two never gonna bounce, three never gonna bow
I'm gettin tired of being sick and tired
Nigga you got a problem with me gettin' high
Suck big dick and die
Same rhyme phrase get me paid, they can't fade
The tan shade man with the braids
Bitches peep as I creep through the 12th ward
I done offended these niggaz compare me
To niggaz that gotta practice looking hard
Bitch-a won't leave me alone
I'm not that Thug and I'm not that Ruggish but I do pack Bone
Black prince of the south that's my title
Bitch I'm whoo chka ckha oooooww! bad like Michael
I'm throwin rhymes at a steady flow
(Inhaling) whoo there they go y'all niggaz ain't ready yo

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self

Bitch I pimp hos instead of an army petty shit it don't harm me
Bitch I'm entertaining like Cedric and I'm mac like Bernie
I'm black like Menace and I'm g like Slimm
I'm Sporty like T and I'm smooth like Tim
I can click just like the boot camp but I'm conscious like daughter
Bitch I'm insane but um, you still be wantin
To claim that I'm your partner
I'm Down just like Bust plus I'm Ice just like Mike
And I'm the living lyrical miracle I'm just ice like precise
I'm the invisible man you blind you can't see shit
Picture I got more bitches on my dick than bitches at FREAKNIK

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Like Father, Like Son - Lyrics - Game

Title: Like Father, Like Son
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Anthony Best, C Simmons, Eric Hudsong, J Taylor, T Smith

Lyric:
June 30th, 11:07 I got that call
She 8 centimeters, my li'l man 'bout to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall
Deja vu, like I been here before
I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born
Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, family in the lobby
See my nigga Church, what Up
Shit, I left the camcorder in the truck

Runnin' through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweatin'
I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second
I seen Hell starin' down the barrel of a Smith and Wesson
My son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven
Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last minute
Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it
Spread my wings, If only I could fly
Why fight to live, homie, If we only livin' to die

I hope you grow up to become that everythin' you can be
That's all I wanted for you, young'n, like father, like son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you, young'n, like father, like son
My little man, your day is comin', comin', your day is comin'
I tell you, and when it comes, just keep it runnin', runnin'
Just keep it runnin', I tell you

They say every time somebody die a child is born
So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son
11:32, she screamin' at the top of her lungs
I'm panicking, nurse yellin' for the doctor to come
All I could remember was lamaze class, breathe baby
One, two, three, four

I see the head, Doc bustin' through the door, he between the legs
He see the head, it's my baby boy
11:46, the head out, she screamin', making crazy noise
Pain is love, my stomach foldin' like a lazy boy
I'm feelin' like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's
Voices singin' to me, sound like Teena Marie
I'm callin' niggas on tour, Jayo, tell Spiz I just cut the umbilical cord
11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Karan

I hope you grow up to become that everythin' you can be
That's all I wanted for you, young'n, like father, like son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you, young'n, like father, like son
My little man, your day is comin', comin', your day is comin'
I tell you, and when it comes, just keep it runnin', runnin'
Just keep it runnin', I tell you

I wanna thank Dr. Af and Nurse Theresa
For bringin' my baby boy to life, you birthed a Caesar
And my baby's mama, Aliska
For pushin' out a 10-pound, 4-ounce mini me, I still can't believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like your Daddy
I die before you grow up and be just like your Daddy
Or your Grandfather, call Uncle Zip
Tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem

I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers
Baron Davis and 'D-Mack', Darius Rogers, drop the top on the '71
With my face in the clouds, Lord, spare my son
And watch over Aaron Wright, Tian and Li'l Pun
Lowridin', bangin', ready to die, track number 1
If I bust 5 times and they never see the sun
My life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one

I hope you grow up to become that everythin' you can be
That's all I wanted for you, young'n, like father, like son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you, young'n, like father, like son
My little man, your day is comin', comin', your day is comin'
I tell you, and when it comes, just keep it runnin', runnin'
Just keep it runnin', I tell you

I hope you grow up to become that everythin' you can be
That's all I wanted for you, young'n, like father, like son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you, young'n, like father, like son
My little man, your day is comin', comin', your day is comin'
I tell you, and when it comes, just keep it runnin', runnin'
Just keep it runnin', I tell you

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Y'All Ain'T Ready Yet - Lyrics - Mind of Mystikal - Mystikal

Title: Y'All Ain'T Ready Yet
Album: Mind of Mystikal
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Leroy Edwards, Michael Tyler

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Lyric:
Man, them niggas can't fuck with you, man, fuck them niggas man

I know, I, I, I know
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't
Fuck with my damn self
I know, I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me I
I know y'all niggaz
Ungh, got-damn it took a nigga
Thirteen motherfucking years through this shit
Bruh, I been rappin since La-Di-Da-Di some fucking where
I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz
Aw shit, it's on nigga

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self

See can't nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me and they can't but they try to
Some niggaz just need to be warned
It's gonna be harder to get it up on a my own
Nigga go ring the alarm
Matter fact better know what it take
For the back of your head to hit that grass
Let' s get this straight from the jump
I ain't playing with your bitch ass
These outside niggaz that run to the mic better come clean
Fuckin with that Saudi Arabian
Desert Storm veteran 12th ward offspring
I'm runnin these niggaz to the jets
To the hills, to the back of the tracks
A-A-ask them hos, did I do that?
I'm coming boisterous with 5 million switches
I'm the man with single and double and triple
And four five six time them bitches
I'm the nigga with the go head, fuckin your bitch up in your bed
Standin 5 foot 'leven dick crooked like a roach leg
Much bone and I don't fail a test
Little nigga fuck hos both sides of the river
I can't be fucked with, you can't touch this better grab hold
Bitch I'm so cold I'm like a 24 year-old north pole
Give a fuck about these raggly ass hoes
Grippin my nuts as I strut in my baggy ass Girbauds
Makin em stop, (bigidabounce) pause, Like Jubilee All
I'm harder than a nigga watchin' Janet Jackson in draws
But if ya catch me on the tv, or the radio spell it
M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L y'all ain't ready though

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self

So Mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style?
I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a Rambo spear
See y'all can stop lookin at another nigga
Face cause bitch the man right here
You nigga didn't think that I could swing mine
Bitch I'm doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (I ain't lying)
Talking behind my back don't make me no nevermind
Cause all you can say is I'm smarter than Einstein
I'm fire like Cayenne
You'll never catch me cause I'm swift as a hyena
Gimme the chance I'll rock the lakefront arena
Like Teena Marie be rockin Tipitina's (damn Gina)
Tall dark strong long and lean ain't nobody comin cleaner
It's all in the way I lay my game down
Watch me swing with the gillotine rollin round nigga town
But everybody think these niggaz be wantin me
To prove that I'm the man
Bitch I'm colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan
I got no love for no b-i-e-otch
Matter fact's been that way since I was wearin osh kosh b'gosh
But yet y'all steadily trying to squab bout me
When I come in this door the only thing y'all can do is talk about me
Better get some business about yourself that's what you better do
Matter fact I'm a tell you mother fuckers three things I'm a never do
One never gonna change my style
Two never gonna bounce, three never gonna bow
I'm gettin tired of being sick and tired
Nigga you got a problem with me gettin' high
Suck big dick and die
Same rhyme phrase get me paid, they can't fade
The tan shade man with the braids
Bitches peep as I creep through the 12th ward
I done offended these niggaz compare me
To niggaz that gotta practice looking hard
Bitch-a won't leave me alone
I'm not that Thug and I'm not that Ruggish but I do pack Bone
Black prince of the south that's my title
Bitch I'm whoo chka ckha oooooww! bad like Michael
I'm throwin rhymes at a steady flow
(Inhaling) whoo there they go y'all niggaz ain't ready yo

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self

Bitch I pimp hos instead of an army petty shit it don't harm me
Bitch I'm entertaining like Cedric and I'm mac like Bernie
I'm black like Menace and I'm g like Slimm
I'm Sporty like T and I'm smooth like Tim
I can click just like the boot camp but I'm conscious like daughter
Bitch I'm insane but um, you still be wantin
To claim that I'm your partner
I'm Down just like Bust plus I'm Ice just like Mike
And I'm the living lyrical miracle I'm just ice like precise
I'm the invisible man you blind you can't see shit
Picture I got more bitches on my dick than bitches at FREAKNIK

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Book Of Rhymes - Lyrics - God's Son - Nas

Title: Book Of Rhymes
Album: God's Son
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Jones Maman David Camon

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Lyric:
Alchemist, you know me, man
I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes
Right on the spot in the studio soon as I hear the track
You know what I'm sayin'?

Word, but I wanted to bring a couple of books
To the studio today, man, I found these shits
Up in the crib, man, in boxes, man
I don't even remember when I was writing these shits
Or what's in these shits, man, probably a bunch of bullshit
Fuck it, check it

How can I trust you when I can't trust me?
Picture myself a old man, a O.G.
Some niggas will conversate with liers all day, time pass
Nah, lemme start somethin' else

Soul on ice, death threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed, cursed, worse I been blessed first
I thought I was abnormal
'Cause I would overcome any task called to

So there it is, I'ma prince, I'ma get slain
Some do minor shit, swear they on the top of they game
Ya rhymin' is called 'Vagina Monologue'
It kinda supports theories of scary niggas
Who should lie in the morgue

Rarely y'all come in contact with the real
Since Pun passed, he was the last shine of sun I could feel
Yo, said, "There's a few left since music's expressions of life"
Damn, I wish I took more time to write in my Book of Rhymes

Oh shit, Tina, been lookin' for this bitch number, damn
No, this rhyme is weak, this is weak
I remember this bullshit, right here
My Book of Rhymes
Gandhi was a, what the fuck?

Gandhi was a fool, nigga, fight to the death
The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest
I wonder when I wrote this, nah it's weak
The money's ya religion, sky's the limit, live life
Numbers is big business, makes the poor live trife

The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream
Through your existence become wealthy, knowledge is king
Pimps and card, sharks, thiefs, murderers with hard luck
Addicts and fiends, prostitutes passin' for teens is my society
Cops that shoot blacks is routine for notoriety

Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas with charms
Beautiful ladies on their arms
Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas
Rubbin' my lips with Campophenique
Still behind the ears wet, turned out to be pioneer's vets

Amongst hustlers, crack sellers and liers and squares
Nah, that was weak there
My people be projects or jail, never Harvard or Yale
Pardon me, type in my two way while I'm chargin' my cell
It's hard to be iced up with Gucci, God, poverty's real

I can't fight you 'cause you would sue me, niggas be groupies
I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style
And they don't even realize that I notice they stealin' Nas' shit
I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie
My Nina lean on me like Swoop, it's crap
This can't be my Book of Rhymes

This can't be my Book of Rhymes, writin' this bullshit!
My Book of Rhymes
Nah, neva that, fuck that, aww, why you laughin' Alchemist?
Huh, you a funny nigga, nah, yeah
My Book of Rhymes

I'm tellin' you, I'ma come up with some new shit now
Fuck that, I'ma write again now, fuck that
I musta been high on some shit
What the fuck is this?

Look, how we treat pregnancy, women in the 'hood
Our values so low, our values are no good
Things our mothers told us, we shoulda heeded
'Cause now we need it, we older, almost able to

I'm jealous of you, how come you so beautiful?
Smelling fresh, youthful, intelligent while I'm stressin' this shit
Aiyo, I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way
"Such a innocent child", is what some say

I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are
Like a star, not a worry in this world thus far
But wait a minute, we both need ya mother's attention
I must be crazy, jealous of my own baby infant, kinda crazy

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Dark Avenger - Lyrics - Battle Hymns - Manowar

Title: Dark Avenger
Album: Battle Hymns
Artist: Manowar
Composer(s): Teena Marie

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Lyric:
I might as well be wearing rose colored glasses
Looking at the world through rose colored you
For you know, your smile is ever convincing me
That nobody else's love will ever do

Can I speak of you? My lips know nothing but your name
Can I speak of passion? Without feeling guilt or shame
Heaven must have known, I needed something real
To call my very own

Cupid is a real straight shooter, looks like he got me, shot me
Cupid is a real straight shooter, looks like he got me, shot me
With your love, shot me with your love, love, love

Did you say the sky was turquoise and orange
Well deep inside my heart I know that this is true
For your smile is ever convincing me
That nobody else's love will ever do

Can I speak of hearts and ancient art as passionate?
Can I talk eternal and will you know what I meant?
Heaven must have known I needed your heart
For my special valentine

Cupid is a real straight shooter, looks like he got me, shot me
Cupid is a real straight shooter, looks like he got me
Gone and shot me with your love, L O V E
Gone and shot me with your love, L O O V E, love

Sent from up above, cupid won't you send out this
My special valentine, won't you shoot your arrows high
Hey, shoot 'em up sky high
Hey, and it's all about your love

I wrote a song about you, baby
I'm gonna tell the world, how much I love you, give it to me
Heaven must have known, I needed you
Baby, to call my very own

Cupid is a real straight shooter
Cupid draw back your bow and let your arrow flow
Straight to my lover's heart for me
Shoot me with your love

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Firm Biz - Lyrics - Foxy Brown

Title: Firm Biz
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): Anthony Cruz, Inga Marchand, Marie Teena Brockert, Allen Mcgrier, Nasir Jones

Lyric:
The six ease out CD laced digital readout
No doubt cop glocks from the dread fuck the weedhouse
Yo elegance hate females with no intelligence
Embezzlement got big boys behind the metal fence

Merrill Lynch it's your life Crist alright
Vince on ice sex chicks all types
General status smoothness mixed with malice
Trips to Dallas built a pool in my palace

Who want what from more moneys I want a cut
Extortin' start from the corner step on us up
Sixty inch screen laserdisc with the beam
It's my life I'm holding the dice don't intervene

I send a team to smash out your whole plans
No cold hands liquid or hunger to hold grands
From state bids to large cats who lace cribs
It's Firm Biz, y'all know what time it is

I'm talking Firm Biz to you baby
(Firm, Firm Biz)
Talking bout the Firm, that is
(Firm, Firm Biz)
I'm talking Firm Biz to you baby
(Firm, Firm Biz)
Talking bout the Firm, that is that is
That is that is Firm Biz

Peep the stee, creepin with AZ
B-12's crazy I ball with the firm's first lady
I brawl with those who hate me
Make me spray I all, hoping for the day I fall

Never that though Black 4 4's for fedz
Like Donnie Brascoe so peep the cappos
Who mack most splash it up with lactose
Pretty thug style, I blow you out slug style

Bent in the Caddy Coupe me and daddy duke
He schooled me on how to stand on my own two
He said, "Son it's all kinda shit you gon' go through
Either you gon' make it or you gon' fall too"

Now we headline tours remember me
I told you that the world was yours, married to the Firm laws
Esco bless flows y'all know me
Laced in the Sony Firm be the hottest click to blow G

I'm talking Firm Biz to you baby
(Firm, Firm Biz)
Talking bout the Firm, that is
(Firm, Firm Biz)
I'm talking Firm Biz to you baby
(Firm, Firm Biz)
Talking bout the Firm, that is that is
That is that is Firm Biz

My pops uesd to warn me never fall victim to the horny
Keep the pussy tight stay that bitch
If I'm gon' fuck lay that dick
Tony get him for his chips and pray he push a six

Now I got game to make the thuggish niggas scream my name
Hope the panties drop only if I cop
The baby blue drop gotta keep my wrist iced
The baddest bitch, yeah the sex is alright

Lace 'em all night going to the crib
Jumping out the range in the iceberg tights
Yeah, I know about the five and its one shut eye
360 wave spinning cat thinkin' he Nas

From now 'til the day we shinin' keep my diamond
Esco with me in the E reclining top dogs
The illest duo since the Boss name was Hugo
AZ Firm trio stay on the lee low

I'm talking Firm Biz to you baby
(Firm, Firm Biz)
Talking bout the Firm, that is
(Firm, Firm Biz)
I'm talking Firm Biz to you baby
(Firm, Firm Biz)
Talking bout the Firm, that is that is
That is that is Firm Biz

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Friday, July 30, 2010

Drive Carefully Dear - Lyrics - The Paper Chase

Title: Drive Carefully Dear
Artist: The Paper Chase
Composer(s): T Marie

Lyric:
Tears on your pillow
Falling down around you everywhere
What makes you think
That after all this time I really care

I used to think you were the sweetest guy on earth
But now, in fact I see
All these nights I waited for you
You were ripping, running in the streets

And now, you're crying crocodile tears
Keep on crying crocodile tears
Tell your story sob sad
Keep on crying crocodile tears
'Cause it's driving you mad

Lipstick and perfume
Saturate your clothing, it's not mine
Don't look surprised, boy
Thinking that I'm not the hurting kind

I ran into an old friend
And she told me 'bout a guy whose love was true
And then I saw a snapshot
And I guess you know the picture was of you

And oh, you're crying crocodile tears
Keep on crying crocodile tears
Tell your story sob sad
Keep on crying crocodile tears
'Cause it's driving you mad

What makes you think
That I'm still in love with you after all this time
How can you stand there and say you love me too
When I know you're out of your mind

You've got to be kidding
Do you want one violin or the whole orchestra
Tears, yeah, that's the ticket, big ones
But, I think I'll just give you one violin

My darling, I loved you so
My darling, I loved you so

'Cause I loved you with a passion
And I loved you with a love you know was true

And I loved you with conviction
There was nothing in this world I would not do
So, you can stop your crocodile tears

Make you think that
I still could love you true after all this time
How can you stand there and say you love me too
When I know you're out of your mind

Crocodile tears
Crocodile tears

Keep on crying crocodile tears
Tell your story, tell your story
Keep on crying crocodile tears
Tell your story, tell it with me, baby

Crocodile tears
Crocodile tears

Tears, crocodile tears, mega tears, big ones
Tears, crocodile tears, mega tears, big ones
Good bye baby, good bye, let's call it a day

Wait a minute Teena
Wait a minute, baby, wait a minute
Let me see that picture again
Girl, you're not goin' to believe this
But this is my man, oh, dammit

I just, I just love the [Incomprehensible]
As I was saying I'll tell you what
This is what we're gonna do
We gonna, we're gonna forget about it, baby

We're gonna get off
Put our money together
We're gonna run a jack
And we're just can't go crying

'Cause you know what
I'm just gonna be a diva
And I'm not even gonna
Worry about no man right now

I"m just gonna get on my knees
Love you, baby

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