That'S Entertainment - Lyrics - Morrissey

Title: That'S Entertainment
Artist: Morrissey
Composer(s): Paul John Weller

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Lyric:
Police car with a screaming siren
Pneumatic drill on ripped-up concrete
Baby wails, a stray dog howling
Brakes screech as lamp light blinking

That's entertainment, that's entertainment

Smash of glass and a rumble of boots
Electric train and a ripped up phone booth
A hot day and a sticky black tarmac
A hot day and I'm wishing I was far away

That's entertainment, that's entertainment
La, la, la, la, la, la

Days of speed and a slow time Mondays
Wake up at 6 a.m. and think about your holidays
Open window and breathe in petrol
Cold flat with a damp on the walls

Yes, that's entertainment, that's entertainment
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Two lovers kissing over screams of midnight
Two lovers miss the tranquility of solitude
Read graffiti of slash-seat affairs
Splattered walls and a kick in the balls

Is all that you get in the name of entertainment
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la

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That'S Entertainment - Lyrics - Standards & Practices - Face To Face

Title: That'S Entertainment
Album: Standards & Practices
Artist: Face To Face
Composer(s): Paul John Weller

Lyric:
Police car with a screaming siren
Pneumatic drill on ripped-up concrete
Baby wails, a stray dog howling
Brakes screech as lamp light blinking

That's entertainment
That's entertainment

Smash of glass and a rumble of boots
Electric train and a ripped up phone booth
A hot day and a sticky black tarmac
A hot day and I'm wishing I was far away

That's entertainment
That's entertainment
La, la, la
La, la, la

Days of speed and a slow time Mondays
Wake up at six a.m. and think about your holidays
Open window and breathe in petrol
Cold flat with damp on the walls

Yes, that's entertainment
That's entertainment
La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la

Two lovers kissing over screams of midnight
Two lovers miss the tranquility of solitude
Read graffiti of slash-seat affairs
Splattered walls and a kick in the balls

Is all that you get
In the name of entertainment
La, la, la

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Entertainment - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Entertainment
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
There's been another assassination
TV cameras moving in
To shoot the bloodstains on the pavement
And get them on the News at Ten

Will he live or will he die
Before we go on the air?
Yeah, the networks are all there
In the name of entertainment

Superstar psycho
From a killer to a hero
An overnight sensation
On the lips of all the nation

Is he mad or is he sane?
It makes for good conversation
I call it suffering and pain
But they call it entertainment

Sex, violence, murder and rape
(Entertainment, entertainment)
That's what you came for
That's what you pay for
(Entertainment, entertainment)
(Entertainment, entertainment)

They call it entertainment
Inform us, educate us with your media machine
(Call it entertainment)
Tell me what to dream
(Call it entertainment)
You pay your money, what do you get?
(Entertainment)

Real life for entertainment
Cheapen my reality
So that Hollywood can make it
Into another 'B' movie

The vultures get the ratings
And the people get the thrills
But the victims always pay
I guess they always will

Sex, violence, murder and rape
(Entertainment, entertainment)
That's what you want, that's what they need
That's what you came for, that's what your paying for
(Entertainment, entertainment)
(Entertainment, entertainment)

They call it entertainment
(Call it entertainment)
Inform us, educate us with your media machine
(Call it entertainment)
Tell me what to dream
(Call it entertainment)
You pay your money, what do you get?

Entertainment, entertainment
Entertainment, entertainment

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Thats Entertainment - Lyrics - Jam

Title: Thats Entertainment
Artist: Jam
Composer(s): Paul John Weller

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Lyric:
Police car with a screaming siren
Pneumatic drill on ripped-up concrete
Baby wails, a stray dog howling
Brakes screech as lamp light blinking

That's entertainment, that's entertainment

Smash of glass and a rumble of boots
Electric train and a ripped up phone booth
A hot day and a sticky black tarmac
A hot day and I'm wishing I was far away

That's entertainment, that's entertainment
La, la, la, la, la, la

Days of speed and a slow time Mondays
Wake up at 6 a.m. and think about your holidays
Open window and breathe in petrol
Cold flat with a damp on the walls

Yes, that's entertainment, that's entertainment
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Two lovers kissing over screams of midnight
Two lovers miss the tranquility of solitude
Read graffiti of slash-seat affairs
Splattered walls and a kick in the balls

Is all that you get in the name of entertainment
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la

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That'S Entertainment - Lyrics - Rufus Does Judy At Carnegie Hall [2 CD] - Rufus Wainwright

Title: That'S Entertainment
Album: Rufus Does Judy At Carnegie Hall [2 CD]
Artist: Rufus Wainwright
Composer(s): Howard Dietz, Arthur Schwartz

Lyric:
A clown with his pants falling down
Or the dance that?s a dream of romance
Or the scene where the villain is mean
That?s entertainment!

The lights on the lady in tights
Or he bride with the guy by her side
Or the ball where she gives it her all
That?s entertainment!

The plot can be hot, simply teeming with sex
A gay divorcee who is after her ex
It could be Oedipus Rex
Where a chap kills his father and 'causes lots of bother

The clerk who is thrown out of work
By the boss who is thrown for a loss
By the skirt who is doing him dirt
The world is a stage, the stage is a world of entertainment

It might be a fight like you see on the screen
A swain getting slain for the love of a queen
Some great Shakespearean scene
Where a ghost and a prince meet and everyone ends in mincemeat

The guy maybe waving the flag
That began with the mystical hand
Hip hooray! The American way
The world is a stage, the stage is a world of entertainment

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The Memento - Lyrics - The Black Maria

Title: The Memento
Artist: The Black Maria
Composer(s): Alan Nacinovic

Lyric:
I'll never forget you
But your time to leave is way past due
I have this overwhelming urge
To suck in one good breath and scream

There is no love left inside of me
This isn't the first time
That I've fallen apart in front of an audience

Though words have changed
The message stays the same
I tried reason, it was all in vain
I wish it didn't have to be
But this song is for you

Now that's entertainment
To watch me fall apart at the knees
And grovel like a slave
Who is begging for a little sympathy

And you danced around on my broken dreams
Celebrated when I made mistakes
This song was written about
How much I hate you

And through all the worst of time
I sat and took it almost every time
I tried to scream but it didn't work
I tried to leave but it didn't work
I wish it didn't have to be
But this song is for you

Now that's entertainment
To watch me fall apart at the knees
And grovel like a slave
Who is begging for a little sympathy

And you danced around on my broken dreams
Celebrated when I made mistakes
This song was written about
How much I hate you

I tried to scream but it didn't work
I tried to leave but it didn't work
I tried, I tried to

Now that's entertainment
To watch me fall apart at the knees
And grovel like a slave
Who is begging for a little sympathy

And you danced around on my broken dreams
Celebrated when I made mistakes

I hate you, I hate you
I hate you, I hate you
This must be love

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Flickin - Lyrics - Private Room - Avant

Title: Flickin
Album: Private Room
Artist: Avant
Composer(s): Myron Lavell Avant, Steve Huff

Lyric:
In the club the crissy bottles are popping
And at the telli you know the panties are dropping
This track I'm flowing on is jumping
And just like Snoop and Dre we always into something
Yo playa yes I'm from Cleveland, where every night you know you hear the pistols squeezing
And when it's time to lay my mack down, 1st class pimp hat I stop in Chi-town

We just Flickin, every day of my life that's how we livin'
From N.Y. to Calli chrome spinning
In escalades and Caddies ice drippin
But we ain't Hollywood

We just Flickin, every day of my life that's how we livin'
From N.Y. to Calli chrome spinning
In escalades and Caddies ice drippin
But we ain't Hollywood

To all my ladies wit they top down
And the Bentley's is sitting low to the ground
I had to tell that girl to exhale, why's that?
Cause she seen me rollin' on Sprewells
And her booty was packed just like a lunch pale
But my game was tighter than a pair of Channel's
She said you remind me of L.L.,then Kelly, then Nelly
I'm like yo' that's cool B, but you can call me AV

We just Flickin, every day of my life that's how we livin'
From N.Y. to Calli chrome spinning
In escalades and Caddies ice drippin
But we ain't Hollywood

We just Flickin, every day of my life that's how we livin'
From N.Y. to Calli chrome spinning
In escalades and Caddies ice drippin
But we ain't Hollywood

Yo' you can catch me on the back street
In the hood wit the girl off in the back seat
She said she's from Puerto Rico, I said yo' I need to stop and get some petro
She said, OK stop at the gas station
She's in the passenger seat just waiting patient
She put her foot up on my dash, I'm like what?
Girl get them down and for that go pump my gas

We just Flickin, every day of my life that's how we livin'
From N.Y. to Calli chrome spinning
In escalades and Caddies ice drippin
But we ain't Hollywood

We just Flickin, every day of my life that's how we livin'
From N.Y. to Calli chrome spinning
In escalades and Caddies ice drippin
But we ain't Hollywood

Bump Jay, I come thru
Chopping like I know kung fu
TV's make you feel like your sittin'
In yo front room, bang in the trunk too
Everybody hood know we got it good
We ain't Hollywood
We just flickin, so wipe a playa down, we pimpin
Everyday it's another bust down it's sickin'
I will up the chrome and flame, and for my nigga
AV and Stone Entertainment, head up, we flickin

We just Flickin, every day of my life that's how we livin'
From N.Y. to Calli chrome spinning
In escalades and Caddies ice drippin
But we ain't Hollywood

We just Flickin, every day of my life that's how we livin'
From N.Y. to Calli chrome spinning
In escalades and Caddies ice drippin
But we ain't Hollywood

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M. O. R. - Lyrics - Blur - Blur

Title: M. O. R.
Album: Blur
Artist: Blur
Composer(s): David Rowntree, Steven Alexander James, Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon

Lyric:
It's automatic
You need to unload
'Cause under the pressure
You've gone middle of the road

You fall into fashion
You fall out again
When we stick together
'Cause it never ends

Here comes a low
(I'm a boy and you're a girl)
Here comes a high
(I wanna change the world)
Here comes everything
(You and me can work it out)
Here it comes you, me, we'll work it out

Here comes tomorrow
In one, two, three episodes
And we stick together
Gone middle of the road

'Cause that's entertainment, that's entertainment
That's the sound of the wheel, sound of the wheel
It roll on forever, roll on forever
Yeah, you know how it feels, just how it feels

Here comes a low
(I'm a boy and you're a girl)
Here comes a high
(I wanna change the world)
Here comes everything
(Like monkeys out in space)
Here it comes
(We are members of the human race)

Here comes a high
(I'm a boy and you're a girl)
And here comes a low
(I wanna change the world)
Here comes everything
(We will work it out)
Here it comes you, me, we'll work it out

Well it's automatic, it's automatic
I need to unload, need to unload
Under the pressure, under the pressure
Gone middle of the road

Here comes a low
(I'm a boy and you're a girl)
Here comes a high
(I wanna change the world)
Here comes everything
(Like monkeys out in space)
Here it comes
(We are members of the human race)

Here comes a high
(I'm a boy and you're a girl)
Here comes a low
(I wanna change the world)
Here comes everything
(Then we will work it out)
Here it comes you, me, we'll work it out

Work it out, work it out
Work it out, can work it out baby

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World Of Entertainment (Woe Is Me) - Lyrics - Quality Control - Jurassic 5

Title: World Of Entertainment (Woe Is Me)
Album: Quality Control
Artist: Jurassic 5
Composer(s): D Givens, L Macfadden, T Clauson, J Barry, J Dubois, C Henderson, M Potsic, C Stewart, M Stuart

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Lyric:
Well, here's a little something for the people in the house
I'ma tell you what my crew is all about
We like raw rhythm fusion, real rhyme producin'
Songs for the world's men, women and children
Armed and equipped with much confidence
And this is how we're gonna make our living
Some are known for bein' biters
Non-creative and wack rhyme-writers

Yo, they soup you up but can't rock the jam
Known to the world as a one-hit band
Easy come, easy go, yo, you had your turn
Temporary niggas touchin' up your perm
You see a rapper is a kid that brags and acts big
A rhymer is a nigga that can handle his biz
Yo, a rapper is a kid that's tryin' to be the shit
An entertainer ain't tryin' 'cause he already is

Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment
Where art, imitate, life and people get famous
Welcome to the world of showbiz arrangement
Where lights, camera, action is the language

Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment
Where art, imitate, life and people get famous
Welcome to the world of showbiz arrangement
Where lights, camera, action is the language

We was rockin' a jam the other night
J5 was on the mic so the people was hype
Yo, we like to rock the party with adrenalin and passion
The crowd started screamin', "Action, satisfaction"
Numark dropped the beat and the heat from the fire
We brought the energy and streetcar named desire

We was flippin', they was trippin', how we was old schoolin'
Needle to the groove, hands in the air movin'
And we said to the crowd, "This is the place to be
Whether you paid a fee or you got in free"
So when you step through the door, the music gets loud
Maneuver through the crowd to get a better view now

Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment
Where art, imitate, life and people get famous
Welcome to the world of showbiz arrangement
Where lights, camera, action is the language

To be an MC, you got to be so fresh
To have style and finesse way above the rest
With the strong delivery, vocal chemistry
Street poetry in tune with the beat
So if you think you got the skills come and take a test

Microphone check if you truly are blessed
If you can flow like water and can comprehend
You need longevity in this game to win
Now if you want to be the best you got to move and motivate
Watch the money that you make in the industry stakes

'Cause some of these people ain't got no class
And some of these folks'll make you beat they ass
If you can believe then you can achieve
Get the loot, live the dream, be on top of the scene
To keep the people in it, and accumulate fans
To be dope in the studio and slam at the jams, so

Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment
Where art, imitate, life and people get famous
Welcome to the world of showbiz arrangement
Where lights, camera, action is the language

Welcome party people, while we got your attention
There's a few things we'd like to mention
The name is Jurassic, but they call us J5
We rock bonafide fly rhymes fortified
We got 2 DJ's controlling the beat and
Vocal harmonies make it sound so sweet
We're the four horsemen with words to caution
Expressed and flipped in an orderly fashion

With the rhymin', designin' the music on time and
The fellas saying, "Ho" and the ladies losin' they mind and
The breakin', the scratchin', this thing called rappin'
The cultivated music that keeps your hands clappin'
The passion, reaction, the street satisfaction
Brothers using no tactics to make it happen
The rhythm, the spirit, you love it when you hear it
Nowadays when you're samplin' shit, you gotta clear it

Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment
Where art, imitate, life and people get famous
Welcome to the world of showbiz arrangement
Where lights, camera, action is the language

Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment
Where art, imitate, life and people get famous
Welcome to the world of showbiz arrangement
Where lights, camera, action

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Bird Flu - Lyrics - Back to the Traphouse - Gucci Mane

Title: Bird Flu
Album: Back to the Traphouse
Artist: Gucci Mane
Composer(s): Chadwick Alexander Simon, Sir Roan Thompson

Lyric:
(Yeah)
It's Gucci, Gucci
So icy entertainment
Atlantic records, man
(Yeah)

Let's get money, man, it's our year
Pay me fifteen GS, yo track I'll sneeze on it
Ah, choo I'm rich say gazuntie bitch
(Yeah)

Please excuse me, miss, pardon my French
My necklace look like criss yo diamonds, look like piss
I spent a quarter million dollars just to look like this
In the kitchen cookin' chickens, tryna pay my rent
Got a cock eyed bent and a bow legged Benz
Pigeon toed Aston, Martin wit the off set rims

I'm not like them
I done out shined him
I done flat lined him
Gucci, I'm still here
Gucci, don't drink beer

But he does drink don
Hundred thousand dollar murder charge I made
Bond, it's Gucci

I got bird flu, shawty, sellin' bird's my business
(Yeah)
Catch that bird flu, shawty, that's a terrible sickness
(Yeah)
I got bird flu shawty, in the summer, it's Christmas
(Yeah)
Catch that bird flu, shawty, nigga, handle yo business
(It's Gucci)

I got bird flu, shawty, sellin' bird's my business
(Yeah)
Catch that bird flu, shawty, that's a terrible sickness
(Yeah)
I got bird flu shawty, in the summer, it's Christmas
(Yeah)
Catch that bird flu, shawty, nigga, handle yo business
(It's Gucci)

Gucci, done it does, it John Rubert Stoddard
That's colored covered, that's flooded studder
[Unverified] re Leonard skinner watch sherbet pervert
Look flagerently fun, it's an Aston martin

If you trick didn't notice, watch me, don't lose focus
Trap boys, get bricks athletes, gets trophies
Gucci Mane, get cake, it's my birthday party
Want a sweet sixteen, that's two times forty

Watch look like Diddy, chain look like fifty
Gucci Mane fuck wit me, shawty, move chickens
Shawty, I do live it, wanna take ad lib it
I'm so hood wit it, you hip hop critic

I got bird flu, shawty, sellin' bird's my business
(Yeah)
Catch that bird flu, shawty, that's a terrible sickness
(Yeah)
I got bird flu, shawty, in the summer, it's Christmas
(Yeah)
Catch that bird flu, shawty, nigga handle yo business
(It's Gucci)

I got bird flu, shawty, sellin' bird's my business
(Yeah)
Catch that bird flu, shawty, that's a terrible sickness
(Yeah)
I got bird flu, shawty, in the summer, it's Christmas
(Yeah)
Catch that bird flu, shawty, nigga handle yo business
(It's Gucci)

Uh, uh, it's Gucci
Uh, uh

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Father To Son - Lyrics - Jt Money

Title: Father To Son
Artist: Jt Money
Composer(s): Dallas Austin, Kerry Jackson, Reginald Jackson, Charles Stepney, Jeffrey Thompkins, Maurice White, Verdine White

Lyric:
What up G'yea
Father to son, know what it is?

What up son, how you feelin'? It won't be long before
I return in God's willin', but in the mean time
Do everything grandma tell ya follow her words
And I promise you they won't fail ya, just be strong
And take care of your little sister, tell her that I love her
And that daddy miss her you know I love you two

Just keep doin' good in school and remember bein' bad, boy
Don't make you cool might make a fool of yourself
Or you'll end up like me incarcerated and I know you
Will be S and B, we should be free, my son, you know
I wouldn't lie to you so make the garden, and these hoes
Don't apply to you, ya heard me boy? You gotta dedicate
Your life to God 'cause he's the one who blessed you
From the start and made you smart, I know you smart

That's why I write you this type of letter but I shouldn't worry
Too much because we raised you better, me and my momma
And I know that you gonna represent and thank you for the letters
And the pensions that you sent you made me happy
I was blessed with you when I was young and we gonna grow up
Together, father and son, father and son

Nobody separate us that's a fact, I'm never goin' back to the projects
The black man just stay largest down in the hoosy-a-way
It hurt my heart to think that you could end up that way, so I pray
It hurts me father, seein' your mind can falter
We must be faltered, 'cause we pray, here it goes

When I get out it's gonna be us, see? Me, you, and G'jay and Jess
Outta the family at DZ or wherever else y'all wanna go
I promise y'all, they won't separate us no more, not in this life time
Ya know y'all mean the world to me, and nothin' more precious
Than my boys and girl to me, not even me, so when your wrong
I'm correctin' you 'cause if I don't, it's as good as neglectin' you
Now this the truth, see I only want what's best for you
And if there's somethin' you can't do, I won't think less of you

Just try your best, I can see you got my ways in you
But I don't want you goin' through the same things I went through
See I was wild, even when I didn't have to be
That's why you always see them people comin' after me
But not no more, you see this change here had to come
I couldn't pasursize livin' down to my son, not to my son

Nobody separate us that's a fact, I'm never goin' back to the projects
The black man just stay largest down in the hoosy-a-way
It hurt my heart to think that you could end up that way, so I pray
Nobody separate us that's a fact, I'm never goin' back to the projects
The black man just stay largest down in the hoosy-a-way
It hurt my heart to think that you could end up that way, so I pray

It hurts me father, seein' your mind can falter
We must be faltered 'cause we pray, here it goes
It hurts me father, seein' your mind can falter
We must be faltered, 'cause we pray, here it goes

Boy, I just love spendin' time with you
When you get older, I might even bust rhymes with you
If you want to you know, you always make me proud of you
No matter what the situation I'll go out with you
But I don't want you, to think that goin' to jail's cool
Just 'cause I didn't, boy you still gotta finish school
Don't be no fool see I went back and got mine
So if there's somethin' I wanna do, they can't stop mine
You know what I'm talkin' about, the people who make up excuses
Besides entertainment, labor sports, they think we're useless

But see the truth is in the good and when they puttin', whip on ya ass
When you get that money fast, you spend that money fast, boy
Everything you think you wanna do, I finally done it
See when I'm gone, everything I own, you gonna want it
And if you decide to settle down with a woman, make sure ya know her
It's cool to love someone but don't be a sucker for her

Nobody separate us that's a fact, I'm never goin' back to the projects
The black man just stay largest down in the hoosy-a-way
It hurt my heart to think that you could end up that way, so I pray
Nobody separate us that's a fact, I'm never goin' back to the projects
The black man just stay largest down in the hoosy-a-way
It hurt my heart to think that you could end up that way, so I pray

It hurts me father, seein' your mind can falter
We must be faltered 'cause we pray, here it goes
It hurts me father, seein' your mind can falter
We must be faltered 'cause we pray, here it goes

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I Don'T Wanna Party Wit U - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: I Don'T Wanna Party Wit U
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): David Marvin Blake

Lyric:
Get back before I get raised, get lower
Do some extreme shit, keep from bein' bored
Now it's double up, hoes come a nickel a dozen
They get hot and get fucked and don't remember from buzzin'

That's why you don't see me, I ain't at the club
I'm chillin' with my homies in the city of hugs
Because they need me more than that hoe
The big fat hoe tryna' get every ballin' nigga in the saddle

Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the man
Now a days you can't tell, watch the crotch, it might swell
You needs a pap smear, you need to know if you got an STD
Some little critters in ya trap dear

Get on, me and my homies is indivisible
And don't floss money, it looks better when it's invisible
We get props from Wall Street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
C-P-T style, O-G me style, the D-J Q-U-I-K with no C style
In yo' town, don't trip nigga, it goes down

And when you see me in all blue, you gon' frown
But I'm rigid the ghetto, I'm rigid with rap
Money or respect bitch, I'd rather have the digits than DAT
So give me the hats, do you want the meat or the scraps?
Put heat on my naps and I'ma hell look sweet on my lap
'Cause it's the same thang tryna' kill the gang bang
Set examples for the kids, on how to maintain
Never be a lame brain

Y'all ain't gotta feel the same pain
That put a nigga like me on the mainframe
Bow down, back up nigga, I'm hot now
And don't try to resuscitate me when I'm shot down
Just call my homie Theo on the radio
And let him know his little homie Quiksta had to go
Because 'Gangsta, Gangsta', that's what they yellin'

But niggas do dirt, get caught, and start tellin'
Talkin' to you G's with no heart
We was throwin' and runnin' from bullets
Before gangsta rappin' was an art
Nigga so don't test ya bullet-proof vest
'Cause real niggas do real thangs up under stress
That's from the C-P-T, young G with heart, too
Oh we still party, but now it's part two

And I don't wanna party wit you, hell naw
'Cause bitch you scary
You 20 years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos
You're bald but your legs are hairy

I don't wanna party wit you, hell naw
You need to put some lotion on
'Cause ya skin is peelin' around them bullet wounds on ya back
You're fat plus you're abortion-prone

I'd rather be a young exec, than the puppet on the other end
Danglin' by a neuce on his neck
They can't handle me, 'cause I'm where the [Incomprehensible] be
And underground nigga on Erickston, now there is the family

That I'ma roll wit, take control wit
Have a ball, break bread, and share the store wit
Even though I'm thirsty for money in the worst way
I ain't go cry if I don't go platinum on the first day
Watch me, get my hustle on with the friendly competition

Y'all got papers but I got the latest tradition
A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is what I crack
And if you ain't got that, keep wishin'
And to you bitch-ass niggas in the maze
Comin' at a player with [Incomprehensible] ways
Keep lickin' on that other sound

And stay north of the 105 Hip Hop heads, 'cause this is underground
Right by the water, can't do right by ya daughter
But look at all the shit that I done bought her
See lyrics ain't nothin' if the beat ain't crackin'
And these beats smackin', that's why the G's keep stackin', nigga

I don't wanna party wit you, hell naw
'Cause nigga you's a scuffla
Your braids is dingy, your clothes ain't got no creases
And your lips look like you sucked a muffler

I don't wanna party wit you, hell naw
'Cause bitch you didn't know me
When you was fine as wine and thick
Now you sick from smokin' that shit
You're broke and plus you're boney

W-E-S-T, C-O-A-S-T, that's where the hydroponic with no seeds be
So don't trip when you see me on the TV, or my CD
And my eyes are really R-E-D
See the [Incomprehensible] is free, pardon me for bein' speaky
Switchin' on y'all that wanna jeek me

What makes you even try that way?
Yeah I might be fly, but I don't fly that way
Hmm, even on a gallon a Sisco I could never go disco
Dude I ain't from Frisco

And to these bitches, y'all trippin', we ain't layin' wit y'all
Just because we say we wanna fuck, we playin' wit y'all
This is entertainment, we tryna' make us some change
We ain't impressed by what you got up under your Hanes
Bitch that's yo' trap, and that's yo' sap

Let me spit the cap while she sit in yo' lap
Homie, don't you know me
Jealous-ass niggas wanna flow me
Just because yo' woman wanna blow me
On the strength I give that hoe a tittie-toy
'Cause I'm the only ugly nigga gettin' away with bein' pretty boy

I don't wanna party wit you, hell naw
Now this is how the sporty bounce
We stay away from you broke-ass niggas
Always beggin' and ain't got a dime on the 40 oz

I don't wanna party wit you hell naw
'Cause hoe you toe-back, with that ol' long ass roll
And ya stockin' smellin' like Avon
And that horse want his 'fro back

I don't wanna party wit you hell naw
And nigga I can't stand ya
And I ain't got nothin' but some advice,
A map, a bar of soap, some water and a towel to hand ya

I don't wanna party wit you hell naw
Now I'ma be real wit it
All my fuckin' life I ain't never wanted fame
But since the shit done came I gotta deal wit it

I don't wanna party wit you
Ya know, but I'ma do it like my homie say
Check it, I don't give a fuck about fame
I'd rather deal with the money, y'all can have the name
I'm out, yeah

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The Image - Lyrics - Warrior Soul

Title: The Image
Artist: Warrior Soul
Composer(s): Alexander Arundel, Kory Clarke, Pete Mc Lanahan

Lyric:
I want you, I want you
I want you, I want you
I want you, I want you
I want you, I want you
I want you, I want you, I want you

Wanna look outside ya, this is the image
And it's a new smash hit in the village
I seen you lookin' man, you need a lover
A that's a creepin' up outta the gutter

You like your entertainment loud and live
Well, let's crank it up in overdrive
Hey baby, let's get high
I wanna take you for a ride
I'm tellin' you just how I feel
Jet crusin' man, this is the deal

I wanna be your new boyfriend
I don't care about anything
I wanna be your new boyfriend
I don't care about nothing, man

I'll ride with you into the sky
I don't care about no other guy
One thing I don't need to pretend
I just wanna be your new boyfriend

Yeah, your new boyfriend
Yeah, your new boyfriend
Yeah, your new boyfriend
That's what I said
That's what I said

I'm a city-wide attraction that's a ready for some action
I think your current lover's ugly and that's putting it mildly
I think it's time to let him go, so we can turn into a porno
Like gasoline, outta quarantine on the city scene
I got what you need, yeah, look at me

I wanna be your new boyfriend
I don't care about anything
I wanna be your new boyfriend
I don't care about nothing, man

I want you, I want some city action
Out back yeah up on a trash can
I don't give a divin'
(Girl, you gotta you)

If you come back, we'll get batted
The world sucks and I'm gonna smash it
Yeah, I'm trashed again

Take a look baby, this is the image
And it's a new smash hit in the village
I seen you lookin' man you need a lover
A that's a creepin' up outta the gutter
I'm a rollin' in a loud 'n' live
All I promise is a rocket ride

Meet me backstage for the power 'G'
Forget the politics, it's rock 'n' roll
Hey baby, let's get high
I wanna take you for a ride
I tellin' you just how I feel
Jet cruisin' baby, this is the deal

I wanna be your new boyfriend
I don't care about anything
I wanna be your new boyfriend
I don't care about nothing, man
I want you

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Get Your Way - Lyrics - Catching Tales - Jamie Cullum

Title: Get Your Way
Album: Catching Tales
Artist: Jamie Cullum
Composer(s): Jamie Cullum, Allen Toussaint, Dan Nakamura

Lyric:
Dinner at eight, that sounds fine
I suppose that means you'll turn up 'round nine
Bought a bunch of flowers just for her
She says the burden's on the receiver

I opened the door and you walked in
The scent of wild jasmine
The room seemed to freeze in time
My regular table will be just fine

Radiant and elegant, you might be
But your concentration is so go-lightly
Both of your eyes reflectin' the moon
You really think you own the room

So what game shall we play today?
How about the one where you don't get your way?
But even if you do, that's okay

So what game shall we play today?
How about the one where you don't get your way?
But even if you do, that's okay

Try to pick it up, readin' the signs
It's turnin' out to be a real good time
And who'd have thought that entertainment
Lies in the winter of your discontent

Now, we sit at the table, face to face
Queen takes pawn, check or checkmate
I feel your foot brush against my leg
I'm not that easily led

You flutter your eyes and you toss your hair
I have to say that it is kind of unfair
Let me tell you baby now what's in store
You win the battle but I'll win the war

So what game shall we play today?
How about the one where you don't get your way?
But even if you do, that's okay

So what game shall we play today?
How about the one where you don't get your way?
But even if you do, that's okay

This has been fun, I suppose
Although my feeling's are all juxtaposed
But truth be told, I'm as fickle as hell
But gentlemen never kiss and tell

So what game shall we play today?
How about the one where you don't get your way?
But even if you do, that's okay

So what game shall we play today?
How about the one where you don't get your way?
But even if you do, that's okay

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Head Bobs - Lyrics - Behind The Front - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Head Bobs
Album: Behind The Front
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Kevin Paul Feyen, William Adams, Brian Scott Lapin, Allan Apll Pineda

Lyric:
I'm hard to handle like bikes with no bars
We excite stores that got even doors
Unlock the heated 'cause they know when I sex well
Left them breathless now they're waiting to exhale
Waiting to exhale with some competition

So come in and test well
The next one gets hung and chip of a chisel
I'm making chicks sizzle
There's no question to the way I rip the riddle
I'm awesome, I bring on monsoon when I bloom and blossom

And run over like opossums
Froze on the road with my bike on they cornea
Man I'm warning ya, look, the black eyed peas is formin' up
Ring around your throat that's made up of razor blades
Put the slice and let nice and easy humble days

On out, over, well known casanova
Can I put on an army, quick to take it over
Nine on my, count all my figures
Money on the street went entertainment
Nowadays brothers are getting paid doing nothing

Reciting the same line with the lame rhymes
Frontin' rappers actin' like their pops' was orville Redenbacher
They quick to go pop
But when it's time to fiend for the green they flop
We do it from the heart like blood
Create rhymes that flood, and blow up like the Scud missile
Miss out, ha

You can bop your head like this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head to this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head like this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head to this, ha
Now check it out like

La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la

My probation over tracks smacks like no other disciples
Riddle the action of satisfaction brought to you be apple
Alligator now, 'bout to take you on a lyrical voyage
And bend your sure form I would saturated fat
The alligat is on the move

I rhyme to be exact, not exactly on the groove
Several, wopplers, kinetic
My beat's energetic when reseted
You wonder why, we put our friend who caligetic
So check out the fiery, I'm livin' not misery

Supply you with remedies for all these sick whack MC's
That this is song lurks now, time to go to work
To senegrate the ignorant, or shall I say the jerk
Time to contradict now, dig deep to the core
All I sick can be, but I still rip it raw

With the composition, with the position on steady
I'm ready for the mission of freestylin' acting shitty
Converse you with the energy enemy I focus on ya
Every styles you make I will take and break in front of ya
Irratic gets your presence you've been replaced by my essence

The sunshine survive, 'cause that's what we produce
Refuse to take our ability I use
To bruise up your brain with lyrics
Like this, ha

You can bop your head like this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head to this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head like this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head to this, ha
Now check it out like

La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la

This is who we is a 3 D, can he get back from where we enter
Lovely entertainment's what we enter
Feel the force, where we enter like splinter
Black eyed peas be the fools that'll injure
Whole career and your body will be injured

Get dealt quick, and I got one for, uh
How you like me now
W I double l rippin' up a style
That's cool and calm, we droppin' a bomb
And you can nod your head to the rhythm where we are

Some whole new, uh that's well improved
When I'm over 'cause you know I'ma relax in a rule
That soothes your body, really really hardcore
Double, double ta, ta for a while or for raw
Tap,a, tap a skill, it's the whip appeal then

Apple, Apple comin', comin' in with the gill
Let's rock this set exceed to terminate
Time to eliminate the whack that you create
Arm atticulate, when I circulate over tracks
Let me get down and just relax

We gettin' down y'all
We gettin' down y'all
We gettin' down like this
We gettin' down y'all
We gettin' down

Like this, ha
You can bop your head like this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head to this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head like this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head to this, ha
Check it out like

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The Bad Guy - Lyrics - Ghetto Fabolous - Fabolous

Title: The Bad Guy
Album: Ghetto Fabolous
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Raashaun Casey, Renan Thybulle, John David Jackson

Lyric:
You're all a bunch of fucking assholes
You know why?
'Cause you don't got the guts to be where you wanna be
Fabolous, he doesn't have that problem
He always tells the truth
That's what it's all about?
That's what we work so hard for fabolous?
So they can point their fuckin' fingers
And call me the fuckin' bad guy?

I guess I'm the bad guy
The fingers is pointin'
Nigga, I don't go in no clubs without bringin' my joint in
They be asking fellas why
It's cause the streets is watchin'
With an envious ear, jealous eye
You know how William H Bonnie's rockin'
I keep the home selling two way contact like Johnny Cochran
Be the same dudes, testing your patience
In them hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents

You smell me, you gotta spray the Wesson like fragrance
And you pay your way out arrests and arraignments
These playas been playin' foul
And I done learned my lesson with flagrants
Nigga, this how I live it ain't just entertainment
I'm what they been trying to do, not do
I'm the kid, they been lyin' to you
You need people like me
I'm so F A B O L O U S
Yeah, that's the bad guy

You need people like me
So you can point your fuckin' fingers
And say "That's the bad guy"
So, what they make you?
Good?

Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is yours
Quit they job and live off the child support
How could you stand there, smile in court
I'ma just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts
You better sign a pre-nup
You catch me instead of 'it wasn't me'
I'm gonna say "Where you get a key from?"
I love the way your butt switches
But none of these slut bitches

Is worth me askin' my doctor why my nuts itches
If they see how the Rolls Royce smell
All day I be emptyin' my Inbox and my whole voicemail
I'll be ready to light the weed and pull it
Now every chick wanna make me come faster than a speeding bullet
But I ain't into coachin' birds like Tony La Russa
I done had the thickest chickens to the boniest roosters
Who have trouble gettin' the kid like me to spend
Ma you'll never see a bad guy like me again, for real

So say goodnight to the bad guy, come on
It's the last time you're gonna hear a bad guy flow like this guy now
You better make way, it's a bad guy coming through

Come on
What type of bad guy give fellas death, females hugs
I makin' my business, my kids won't have to retail drugs
I get threats over the two way from email thugs
I ride with ratchets, clips under the C.L rugs
Think I'm liking you? Wrong
'Cause even if I get locked
My money won't let me stay unrighteous for wrong
Case dismissed, the D.A even likin' the song
Right back to the P's, latest pair of Michael's shoes on

When you holla in the club it's cool
But don't change the subject fool
And start askin' if I remember you from public school
You know I done heard dozens, of these birds buzzin'
Talking 'bout I used to fuck with they third cousin
FYI, stay the fuck from 'round me
You good guys who wanna hear
Somebody stuck or clown me
I don't care what other haters do
But if you think I'm loved for savin' you
Say goodnight to the bad guy

Whoever said to us
Now maybe you can buy yourself
One of them first class tickets to the Resurrection

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You And Your Hand - Lyrics - Pink

Title: You And Your Hand
Artist: Pink
Composer(s): Max Martin, Rami Yacoub, Lukasz Gottwald, Alicia Moore

Lyric:
Check it out, going out
On the late night
Looking tight, feeling nice
It's a cat fight
I can tell, I just know
That it's going down, tonight

At the door we don't wait cause we know them
At the bar six shots just beginning
That's when dick head put his hands on me
But you see

I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life

'Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just you and your hand tonight

Midnight, I'm drunk
I don't give a fuck
Wanna dance by myself
Guess you're outta luck
Don't touch, back up
I'm not the one, buh-bye

Listen up it's just not happening
You can say what you want to your boyfriends
Just let me have my fun tonight
Aiight

I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life

'Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just you and your hand tonight

Break break
Break it down

In the corner with your boys, you bet up five bucks
To get at the girl that just walked in but she thinks you suck
We didn't get all dressed up just for you to see
So quit spilling your drinks on me, yeah

You know who you are
High five and talkin' shit
But you're going home alone arentcha?

'Cause I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life

'Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just you and your hand tonight

I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life

'Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just you and your hand tonight

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Too Loud - Lyrics - Robert Plant

Title: Too Loud
Artist: Robert Plant
Composer(s): R Blunt, P Martinez, R Plant, Jezz Woodroffe

Lyric:
It's in the elevator, you can hear it in the hall
It's where you didn't want it, it's comin' through the wall
Sneakin' in the bathroom, powdering your nose
Creeping in the Johnny when you thought it didn't know

'Cause you're too loud, too loud, too loud
Yes you're too loud, too loud, too loud

Smile across the front page, watch the cover spread
Vanity's the video, an epic in your bed
Coke files, profiles, Johnny's in a spin
In the name of entertainment on the show that never ends

'Cause you're too loud, too loud, too loud
Yes you're too loud, too loud, too loud

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa

Talk to them, Victor
This time, that's right now
Hold tightly

Hold tightly, that's right now
That's right now
Ha ha ha ha

Staring at the ceilin', tired of countin' sheep
Alone with indiscretion it's impossible to sleep
Rings on your fingers, bells on your toes
You're never there without it if you're ever there at all

'Cause you too loud, too loud, too loud
You know what?
Yes you're too loud, too loud, too loud
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa)
That's right now

Okay, okay
There's much consideration for the Athenian religion
Has been given to this whole project
That can be interchanged by the entire record buying public

It is not quite inconceivable that it has absolutely nothing
Absolutely nothing to do with this, sorry
Absolutely nothing to do with anything at all to do with this
Talk to me Victor, talk to me Victor

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U + Ur Hand - Lyrics - I'm Not Dead - Pink

Title: U + Ur Hand
Album: I'm Not Dead
Artist: Pink
Composer(s): Max Martin, Rami Yacoub, Lukasz Gottwald, Alicia Moore

Lyric:
Uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, oh!
Uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, oh!

Check it out, goin' out on the late night
Lookin? tight, feelin? nice, it's a cock fight
I can tell, I just know that it's goin' down tonight

At the door we don't wait ?cause we know them
At the bar, six shots, just beginnin?
That's when dickhead put his hands on me, but you see

I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life

?Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just u + ur hand tonight

Uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, oh!
Uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, oh!

Midnight, I'm drunk, I don't give a fuck
Wanna dance by myself, guess you're outta luck
Don't touch, back up, I'm not the one, uh buh-bye!

Listen up it's just not happenin?
You can say what you want to your boyfriends
Just let me have my fun tonight, a?ight?

I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life

?Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just u + ur hand tonight

Uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, oh!
Uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, oh!
(Break break break, break it, break it down)

You?re in the corner with your boys, you bet ?em five bucks
You?d get the girl that just walked in but she thinks you suck
We didn't get all dressed up just for you to see
So quit spillin? your drinks on me, yeah

You know who you are
High-fivin?, talkin? shit
But you're going home alone, aren?t ya?

?Cause I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life

?Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just u + ur hand tonight

I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life

?Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just u + ur hand tonight

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