Funky Big Band - Lyrics - Janet - Janet Jackson

Title: Funky Big Band
Album: Janet
Artist: Janet Jackson
Composer(s): Terry Lewis, Janet Jackson, James Iii Harris

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Lyric:
And the band plays, and the band plays
And the band plays, and the band plays, and the band plays

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And the, and the, and the band plays

[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]

People gather 'round at the Lennox Lounge
To hear the funky sounds, baby
The beat hits so hard there's no cover charge
You have to feel the groove

One thing is, you've got to be real
If you wanna hear the funky big band
He who knows it feels it, got to be real
If you wanna hear the funky big band
We who know it feel it

Harlem is the place, where you'll find the face
Of those, who feel the groove, yeah
It's not taught to thee, but it's born to we
Aww and I feel the groove

One thing is, you've got to be real
If you wanna hear the funky big band
He who knows it feels it, got to be real
If you wanna hear the funky big band
We who know it feel it

And the band plays, from the big band
And the band plays, from the big band

Funky, can you feel it? Oh funky, to be real
Funky, can you feel it? Oh funky, to be real

Got to be real
If you wanna hear the funky big band
He who knows it feels it, got to be real
If you wanna hear the funky big band
We who know it feel it, we who know it

We who know it, feel this
We who know it, we who know it, feel this
Got to be real, we who know it, feel this
We who know it, feel this
We who know it, feel this

And the band plays, and the band plays
And the band plays, and the band plays, and the band plays
And the band plays, and the band plays
And the band plays, and the band plays, and the band plays

And the band plays, and the band plays
And the band plays, and the band plays, and the band plays
And the band plays, and the band plays
And the band plays, and the band plays, and the band plays

And the band plays, and the band plays
And the band plays, and the band plays, and the band plays
And the band plays, and the band plays
And the band plays, and the band plays, and the band plays

And the band plays, and the band plays
And the band plays, and the band plays, and the band plays
And the band plays, and the band plays

Got to be real
If you wanna hear the funky big band
He who knows it feels it, got to be real
If you wanna hear the funky big band
We who know it, feel it, we who know it

We who know it, feel this
We who know it, we who know it, feel this
Got to be real, we who know it, feel this
We who know it, feel this
We who know it, feel this

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Boys In The Band - Lyrics - Up the Bracket - Libertines

Title: Boys In The Band
Album: Up the Bracket
Artist: Libertines
Composer(s): Carl Barat, Peter Doherty

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Lyric:
You're walkin' like you never seen the light
Since you're walkin' like it every night
But I've never seen you dance
And I've never heard you sing
So how can it mean a single thing?
It is all so rudimentary

You're talkin' like your handy in the fight
You talk about it every night
But I've never seen those flowers
In the barrel of a gun
All I've ever seen you do is run
It is all so rudimentary

But tell me baby how does it feel?
I know you like the roll of the limousine wheel

And they all get them out for
(They all get them out)
For the boys in the band
(Only for the boys in the band)
They twist and they shout for
(They twist and they scream and shout)
For the boys in the band
(Only for the boys in the band)

You're walkin' like you never seen the light
You're walkin' like it every night
But then I stop to think
And I ask my self why?
One of those things that darling you must try
It is all so rudimentary

And now I'm jealous, I'm jealous of my own
I've no homestead but through these hearts I will roam, yea

They all get them out for
(They all get them out)
For the boys in the band
(Only for the boys in the band)
They scream and they shout
(They twist and they scream and shout)
For the boys in the band
(Only for the boys in the band)

But tell me baby, how does it feel?
I know you like the roll of the Limousine wheel

And they all get them out for
(And they all get them out)
For the boys in the band
(Only for the boys in the band)
They scream and they shout
(They twist and they scream and shout)
For the boys in the band
(Only for the boys in the band)

Yes they all walk them out for
(They all walk them out)
For the boys in the band
(Only for the boys in the band)
They scream and they shout
(Twist and they scream and shout)
For the boys in the band
(Only for the boys in the band)
Ahh

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My Band - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: My Band
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): De Shaun Dupree Holton, Steven King, Rufus B Johnson, Marshall Mathers, Ondre C Moore, Denaun M Porter, Von M Carlisle, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
I don't know dude
I think everyone's all jealous an' shit
'Cuz I'm like the lead singer of the band, dude
And I think everybody's got a fuckin' problem with me, dude
And they need to take it up with me after the show because

These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
'Cuz once I blow they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band

So I get off stage right? Drop the mic
Walk up to these hot chicks and I'm all like
"Sup, ladies? My name's Slim Shady
I'm the lead singer of D12, baby"
They're all like, "Oh, my God, it's him
Becky, oh my fucking God it's Eminem
I swear to fucking God dude, you fucking rock
Please Marshall please, let me suck your cock"

And by now, the rest of the fellas get jealous
Especially when I drop the beat and do my ocupellas
All the chicks start yellin', "All the hot babes
Throw their bras and their shirts and their panties on stage"
So like every single night they pick a fight with me
But when we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry

'Cuz they're back on stage the next night with me
Dude, I just think they're tryin' to steal the light from me
Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me
'Cuz I told him Jessica Albas my wife to be
This rockstar shit is the life for me
And all the other guys just despise me
Because these

These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
'Cuz once I blow they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band

My band, my band
My band, my band
My band, my band
My band, my band
MY band, baby

You just want to see a nigga backwards, don'tcha?
Hey man, how come we don't rap on Protools?
And smash these vocals and do a performance
But we in a van, and he in a tour bus
You want my autograph you's a liar
No, I'm Swift
(Oh, I thought you was Kuniva)

And what the hell is wrong with our dressing room?
'Cuz our shit is lookin' smaller than a decimal
See I know how to rap, it's simple but
All I did was read a Russel Simins book
So I'm more intact tryin' to get on the map
Doin' jumpin' jacks while gettin' whipped on my back

Look at 'em little punk ass, thinkin' he the shit
Yeah, I know, man, by himself takin' all the pics
Hey, I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue
No, I had an interview, not you two
You gon' be late for sound check
Man, I ain't goin' to sound check
But our mics are screwed up
And his always sound best

You know what man? I'ma say som'm
Aiyo 'em
You got som'm to say?
Man, nothin'
I thought you was about to tell him off, man whasup?
Man, I'ma tell him when I feel like and man shut up
You ain't even back me up and were supposed to be crew
Man, I was 'bout to talk right after you, I swear
(I swear man)

These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
'Cuz once I blow they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band

They say the lead singers hot but the group is not
Once they've sold our arenas to amusement parks
I'm gon' let the world know that Proof is hot
I should cut him mike off when the music starts
Aiyo, it's
Ready to snap on a dumbass fan
Every time I hear, 'Hey dude, I love your band"
We ain't a band bitch

We don't play instruments
So why he get 90 and we only get 10 percent
Of these guys actin' funny over area codes
Proof carry my bag
Bitch carry your own
Can't make it to the stage security in the way
Who the fuck are you? Where's Obie and Dre?

Goddamnit I'm sick of this group
It's time for me to go solo and make some loot
I told you I made the beats wrote all the raps
'Til Kon Artis slipped me some crack
Lose yourself video
(I was in the back)
Superman video
(I was in the back)

For the media, I got some suggestions
Fuck Marshall, ask us some questions
Like who is D12, how we get started?
But what about Eminem? Bitch, are you retarded?
Anyway, I'm the popularest guy in the group
Big ass stomach, bitches think I'm cute
Fitty told me do sit ups to get buff
Did two and a half and couldn't get up
Fuck D12 I'm outta this band
I'm 'bout to start a group with the real Roxanne

Girl, why can't you see you're the
Only one for me and it just
Tears my ass apart to know that
You don't know my name
(Punch)

These chicks don't even know the name of my band
(Haha)
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
(Fuck Marshall)
'Cuz once I blow I know that I'll be the man
(Yeah)
All because I'm the lead singer of my

My band, my band
My band, my band
My band, my band
My band, my band
MY band, baby

I'm the lead singer of my band
I get all the girls to take off their underpants
I'm the lead singer of my band
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance "My salsa"
Look out for my next single it's called, "My salsa
My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa"

My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
And take off their underpants
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
And take off their underpants
My salsa
Where'd everybody go?

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Girl In The Band - Lyrics - Haylie Duff

Title: Girl In The Band
Artist: Haylie Duff
Composer(s): Charlie Midnight, George Bennette

Lyric:
Wake up in the morning
Looking a little rough
Today, I don?t know who I am
Today that's not enough

So I go up to the mirror
Strike another pose
Half is sad, good, bad
With every changing clothes

But everything I see is me
Yeah, me

I?m the girl in the band
The world looks good from where I stand
You hear me, raise your hand
For the girl in the band

Let the party begin
I?m feeling good inside my skin
The world at my command
I?m the girl in the band

Ain?t no doubt about it
You can tell by the way I walk
I?m cruising by, head held high
I can talk the talk

One, two, three, four
Uh, ready or not
I got to put it on the line
Got to show you what I?ve got

And I know what you see is me
Yeah, me

I?m the girl in the band
The world looks good from where I stand
You hear me, raise your hand
For the girl in the band

Let the party begin
I?m feeling good inside my skin
The world at my command
I?m the girl in the band

Why, oh why, ain?t I
(Ain?t I done this before)
I just want what?s mine
(What?s mine and nothing more)
It's time, it's time, it?s time
(It's time to come out strong)
I just want to sing my song

Hey you, get out you see
Get over yourself, get on the beat
Hey you, get off your cloud
Come down to earth, get into the crowd

And I know what you see is me

I?m the girl in the band
The world looks good from where I stand
You hear me raise your hand
For the girl in the band

Let the party begin
I?m feeling good inside my skin
The world at my command
I?m the girl in the band

I?m the girl in the band
You hear me, raise your hand

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We'Re A Band - Lyrics - Don't Censor Me - Audio Adrenaline

Title: We'Re A Band
Album: Don't Censor Me
Artist: Audio Adrenaline
Composer(s): Barry Russell Blair, Bob Herdman, William R Mcginniss, Mark Alan Stuart

Lyric:
Freak, is what the world calls me
They don't understand so they try to stop me
Hide, I can't hide so I stand up straight with Christ by my side
No, no, no, no need to be tounge tied

So I say it loud and I say it with pride
Died, He died, Christ gave it all but He's coming back to life
Now I've got a reason to be saying the things I say
And you know I've got a reason to be doing the things I do

Because soon, very soon God's coming back
And I want to be playing His tune, so here we go

We're a band, we're a band
With guitars in our hands
We're crossing the land
We're a band, we're a band

For the Son of man we will take a stand
You can make a plan, He'll be back again
We're a band, we're a band
We're a band, we're a band

Hey, please remove your hand from my mouth
It's been long enough so please do it now
Uuh uuh uuh uuh uuh uuh uuh
You know you can't censor me
When wall flowers start to bloom
Four more voices fill the room
Say you better get out of the way

We're a band, we're a band
With guitars in our hands
We're crossing the land
We're a band, we're a band

For the Son of man we will take a stand
You can make a plan, He'll be back again
We're a band, we're a band
We're a band, we're a band

Doing the things that I do
Doing the things that I do
Doing the things that I do

We're a band, we're a band
With guitars in our hands
We're crossing the land
We're a band, we're a band

For the Son of man we will take a stand
You can make a plan, He'll be back again
We're a band, we're a band
We're a band, we're a band

With guitars in our hands
We're crossing the land
We're a band, we're a band

For the Son of man we will take a stand
You can make a plan, He'll be back again
We're a band, we're a band

We're a band, we're a band
We're a band, we're a band
We're a band, we're a band

For the Son of man we will take a stand
You can make a plan, He'll be back again
We're a band, we're a band

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Ball Of Confusion - Lyrics - Love And Rockets

Title: Ball Of Confusion
Artist: Love And Rockets
Composer(s): Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong

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Lyric:
People moving out, people moving in
Why? Because of the color of their skin
Run, run, run but you just can't hide

An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
Vote for me and I'll set you free

Rap on, rap on brother
Rap on

Well, the only person talking about love today is the preacher
And it seems nobody gets just all the learning but the teacher

Segregation, determination, demonstration, integration
Aggravation, humiliation, devastation of our nation

Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey, hey

Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey, hey

The sale of pills at an all time high
Who put the filling in the primus sky?
The city's a flame in the summer time

And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on

Economics, reaganomics, birth control, the status quo
Shooting rockets to the moon, kids growing up too soon
The Politicians say and the band plays on

So, round and around and around we go
Where the world's heading
Nobody knows

Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey

Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey, hey hey

Fear in the air, tension everywhere
Unemployment rising fast
Rockets new record's a gas

And the band played on
And the band played on
And the band played on
And the band played

Eve of destruction, tax deduction, city inspectors, bill collectors
Solid gold in demand, population out of hand, suicide

Too many bills, everyone movin' to the hills
People all over the world are dying in the war

And the band played on
And the band played on
And the band played on
And the band played

Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey

Hey, ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey

Ball of confusion, ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey

Hey, ball of confusion, ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey

Ball of confusion, ball of confusion
Ball of confusion, ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey

Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey, hey hey

Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey

Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey

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Run For Your Life - Lyrics - Sammy Hagar

Title: Run For Your Life
Artist: Sammy Hagar
Composer(s): Pidgeon Goul

Lyric:
There's a line, for every lover
In the makeup on your face
There's a look in your eye
Says you realize your fate

And you've a mind, to rediscover
Tho we're half way through the race
And the neon lights keep calling you
To this place

Run for your life, girl
The band has packed away
You better run for your life, girl
Get away

Run for your life, girl
The band has moved on
You'll be runnin', for your life
From now on

Well, your nights were filled with laughter
Now your days are fallin' rain
And your wondering when those stars
Are gonna shine again

You've got photographs to remind you
Of all the faces that you knew
But I'm sure they've got no time
To think of you

Run for your life, girl
The band has packed away
You better run for your life, girl
Get away

Run for your life, girl
The band has moved on
You'll be runnin', for your life
From now on

Hey, Little Miss Lonely
Tho your world is falling apart
You've got a feeling inside you
And loving in your heart

Hey, Little Miss Lonely
Don't you waste your life away
You put the bad times behind you
Tomorrow's a brand new day
(Yeah)

Run for your life, girl
The band has packed away
You better run for your life, girl
Get away

Run for your life, girl
The band has moved on
You'll be runnin', for your life
From now on

Miss Lonely
There'll be better days, and you can find the way
Ohh, Miss Lonely
There'll be better ways, and you can find them, someday

Run for your life, girl
The band has packed away
You better run for your life, girl
Get away

Run for your life, girl
The band has moved on
You'll be runnin', for your life
From now on

Run for your life, girl
The band has packed away
You better run for your life, girl
Get away

Run for your life, girl
The band has moved on
You'll be runnin', for your life
From now on

Run for your life, girl
The band has packed away
You better run for your life, girl
Get away

Run for your life, girl
The band has moved on
You'll be runnin', for your life
From now on
...

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Dance Band On The Titanic - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: Dance Band On The Titanic
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F. Chapin

Lyric:
Dance band on the titanic
Sing "Nearer, my God, to thee"
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me?

Mama stood cryin' at the dockside
Sayin' "Please son, don't take this trip"
I said "Mama, sweet mama, don't you worry none
Even God couldn't sink this ship"

Well, the whistle blew and they turned the screws
It turned the water into foam
Destination sweet salvation
Goodbye home sweet home

I'm in the dance band on the titanic
Sing "Nearer, my God, to thee"
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me?

There was a trombone and a saxophone
The bass and drums were cookin' up the bandstand
And I was strummin' in the middle with this dude on the fiddle
And we were three days out from land

And now the foghorn's jammed and moanin'
Hear it groanin' through the misty night
I heard the lookout shout down
"There's icebergs around but still everything's all right"

Oh, the dance band on the titanic
Sing "Nearer, my God, to thee"
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me?

They were burnin' all the flares for candles
In the banquet they were throwin' in first class
And we were blowin' waltzes in the barroom
When the universe went crash

"There's no way that this could happen"
I could hear the old captain curse
He ordered lifeboats away, that's when I heard the chaplain say
"Women and children and chaplains first"

Well, they soon used up all of the lifeboats
But there were a lot of us left on board
I heard the drummer sayin'
"Boys, just keep playin', now we're doin' this gig for the Lord"

I heard the dance band on the titanic
Sing "Nearer, my God, to thee"
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me?

There's a wild-eyed boy in the radio shack
He's the last remaining guest
He was tappin' in a morse code frenzy
Tappin', "Please God, SOS"

Jesus Christ can walk on the water
Where a music man will drown
They say that Nero fiddled while Rome burned up
Well, I was strummin' as the ship go down

I'm in the dance band on the titanic
Sing, "Nearer, my God, to thee"
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me?

Dance band on the titanic
Sing, "Nearer, my God, to thee"
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me?

Dance band on the titanic
Sing, "Nearer, my God, to thee"
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me?

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I'Ll Play For You - Lyrics - Seals And Crofts

Title: I'Ll Play For You
Artist: Seals And Crofts
Composer(s): Darrell Crofts, James Seals

Lyric:
I'll play for you, I'll play for you, I'll play for you

Tonight while the lights are shinin'
And the microphone is on, I'll play for you
So many will be the blessings
And so short will the time, I'll stay with you

But I'll play for you, I love you, yes I do
You can say that I'm your friend
You can see my life begin and end
I'll always play for you

Hear the band, hear the band
Won't you let the music take you, hear the band
Let this night go on forever
Don't you ever stop the music, let your spirit set you free

Now, hear the band, hear the band
You can sing and stomp you feet and clap your hands
These few moments, we'll share together, and I'll play for you

I've practiced many years
And I have come a long, long way just to play for you
My life is but a song
I have written in many ways, just to say to you

To say, I love you, yes I do
And I'd like for you to be
Whatever you would like to be
You'll always be special to me

Hear the band, hear the band
Won't you let the music take you, hear the band
Let this night go on forever
Don't you ever stop the music, let your spirit set you free

Now, hear the band, hear the band
You can sing and stomp you feet and clap your hands
These few moments, we'll share together, and I'll play for you

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Gloryland - Lyrics - Bloom - Audio Adrenaline

Title: Gloryland
Album: Bloom
Artist: Audio Adrenaline
Composer(s): Barry Blair, Bob Herdman, William R Mcginniss, Mark Stuart

Lyric:
I've worked hard
And I'm ready for a long vacation
Got some money in my pocket
And I'm going down to the station

Saw a poster on a wall
And the place looked really nice
A man with a beard said, "Follow me
I'll take you to paradise"

If you want to come with me there's room
There are no legal limits
There's always room for one more soul
So why not come and get it

I want to ride this train to Gloryland
(Ride this train)
So why don't you come up here and join the band?
(Join the band)

Met the man with the beard
Halfway through Kentucky
He walked with me and he talked with me
Some people say I'm lucky

For that day the man I met
Payed the full price
Now I ride the train for free
The train to Paradise

If you want to come with me there's room
There are no legal limits
There's always room for one more soul
So why not come and get it

I want to ride this train to Gloryland
(Ride this train)
So why don't you come up here and join the band?
(Join the band)

I want to ride this train to Gloryland
(Ride this train)
So why don't you come up here and join the band?
(Join the band)

If you want to come with me there's room
There are no legal limits
There's always room for one more soul
So why not come and get it

I want to ride this train to Gloryland
(Ride this train)
So why don't you come up here and join the band?
(Join the band)

I want to ride this train to Gloryland
(Ride this train)
So why don't you come up here and join the band?
(Join the band)

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J-A-D-A - Lyrics - Jadakiss

Title: J-A-D-A
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): Rodney Jerkins, Jason Phillips, Sean Jacobs

Lyric:
Jadakiss, Sheek
D-Block, Darkchild
Uh huh, yeah
Uh yeah

Yo, I'm just too much, I flow too sick
I be on top of the snare, all over the kick
Since a young cat, I been one wit' the drum tap
The purple start pushin' my lungs back

Been there, done that
My words stick to you like thumb tacks
Pardon me, LOX hooked up wit' Rodney
The Ferrari's teal, but the truck's mahogany

Hating, I can't get you bastards off me
Fresh like I just took the plastic off me
Me and streets is high school sweethearts
And I'm always in her so she can't divorce me

Can't see farther than Kiss, I'm like a father to this
Want ya go and cop your father to this
I possess the whole package, the girls, the thongs
And there's something about me the world just loves
D-Block bringing hell of a pain, 'Honey' tell 'em my name

(J A D A)
I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(J A D A)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(J A D A)
The club'll band, the beat'll knock
(J A D A)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

(J A D A)
I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(J A D A)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(J A D A)
The club'll band, the beat'll knock
(J A D A)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

Sheek Louch get it popping, this shit don't stop
Got your boobs hitting, shaking in a Halter Top
Drizzling out, no shirt, burgundy drop
Chain's bigger than Chuck D and Flava's clock

Yeah boy, Sheek kinda hot these days
Hold the heat when I spit, need ten ice trays
D-Block what up? What's fucking wit' that?
Got the Camp spitting heavy on this Jerkins track

Glock jerk him back, either that or the mac
I prefer chrome but take it if you got it in black
Thick shorty wanna hop on it
I tell her not here, but we could go inside the bathroom 'Honey'

Let me give it to your straight, I ain't spending no money
We could drink till we pass out, make dicks and all that
I'm a gangster, I bet shorty crawl back
Got her job through a two way contact

(S H E E K)
Pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(S H E E K)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(S H E E K)
The club'll band, the beat will knock
(S H E E K)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

(S H E E K)
Pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(S H E E K)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(S H E E K)
The club'll band, the beat will knock
(S H E E K)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

Hey yo it's Louchy baby, smoke screen in the Mercedes
Naw it's just weed, I'm fucking wit y'all
Oil slick, it's the juice that I throw out the back
But it's for real lil' nigga if you hearing the clack

I'm bringing it back, you don't wanna jump to this
I'm David Blaine, it's magic how I gave it the Kiss
Letting it off, nigga like we hunting to diss
Hey yo Kiss, yo take it from there

Raspy voice, flow of the year; it's the cue tip bars
They feel good when they go in your ear
Ti Gun, Peanut Punch your girl ain't ready
Jadakiss, the world ain't ready

We got haze in the air and we pouring the yac
'Bout to get up on 'Honey' 'cause she throwing it back
And you know I keep the hawk on my neck, so don't violate
'Cause I can't wait for it to go in your back, uh

(J A D A)
I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(S H E E K)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(J A D A)
The club'll band, the beat'll knock
(S H E E K)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

(J A D A)
I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(S H E E K)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(J A D A)
The club'll band, the beat'll knock
(S H E E K)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

(J A D A)
I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(S H E E K)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(J A D A)
The club'll band, the beat'll knock
(S H E E K)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

(J A D A)
I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(S H E E K)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(J A D A)
The club'll band, the beat'll knock
(S H E E K)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

J A D A
S H E E K
D-Block, no play

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Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That - Lyrics - Bad Boy'S Da Band

Title: Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That
Artist: Bad Boy'S Da Band
Composer(s): Lynese Wiley, Tony Dofat, Lloyd Mathis, Rodney Hill, Freddrick Watson

Lyric:
Bad Boy, baby
We the last standin' check the records
Check the score
Da Band, the next generation of bad motherfucker, come on

Yo, I'm back and I'm hittin' 'em hard
Tits don't sag, I don't need no push-up bra
Bitch you mad, Babs got a brand new car
Drop top in the hood, I'm the ghetto superstar
Breathe, pop bottles and roll up weed
Bab's strong arm bitches, like I'm Hercules
You got a problem, come see the girl, I'll solve'em
Big belly bitches we starve 'em

Niggas in the hood, we rob 'em, whenever they flossin'
Better tuck in ya chain bitch and keep on walkin'
You a thug, why you keep on talkin', let's get it crackin'
Get a bitch stomped out in the club, I make it happen
I got this, Diddy done let me out
Hot chick, spit sick when I open my mouth

All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that
(My year, now so you girls betta leave)
This Bad Boy will beat you down, wit a baseball bat
(Me and my people comin' and we rollin' six deep)

I'ma changed man, since I made the band
Nobody, gave a damn, no one gave a hand
Made man, made the band, wave ya hands
Rocks in the watch, I think I'm 'bout to blaze the band
Elliot Ness, you know I'm here to save the land
Don't try to lie and say the liquor is what made you ran
Go somewhere, and be a maintenance man, a janitor
Dog don't blame me, blame ya manager

Keep ya hands out my pockets nigga
Franchise like I play for the Rockets nigga
'Who Shot Ya', 'Biggie Smalls', Tupac ya nigga
'Ready to Die', 'All Eyes' on the project nigga
You stocky, I put somethin' in ya biceps niggaz
I can't help it, I'm a violent nigga, silence

All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that
(But you fuckin' wit the wildest nigga)
This Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat
(That chain, fugazy, you ain't stylin' nigga)

There he go, hoppin' out the G5 Wagon
G-coated, Ree's, Baud's and Tee's swaggin'
Runnin' game on ya bitch, ya boy's a pimp
I need a bitch wit no type of common sense, that about it
If you bout it then throw it up
Got that fire and you ready to light it, then tote it up
Now that's gangsta, don't make me spank ya
You, run in that water now ya life is in danger

Ride wit the underworld, that keep bangers
Niggas that be off that frail, them beef bringers
Picture a nigga tryin' to carry me
It won't happen, I won't let you niggaz worry me
I'ma stay thugged out till they bury me
When they do, I can't wait to see Barry B

All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that
(I'ma Dirty South nigga from the dirty streets)
Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat because
(Get crunk, get buck, get the fuck off ya feet)

Best believe these dudes ain't never kill nuthin'
I'm Fred, you want him dead, put some bullets in his coffin
Lord forgive me, but these niggaz is playin' wit the boss man
You don't wanna get in the trunk, you gettin' tossed in
I'm the type you squeeze tight, and you bring your cousin'
Man homeboy that's y'all man

Man I got it all planned, Diddy fathered the game
I'm 'Bad', but not a 'Boy', I got a part of his name
And homie, I see you slippin', then it's off wit ya chain
Yo head, harder than wood then I'm sawin' yo brain
A Don, I mean what I say, and I say what I mean
I eat, shit, and sleep yeah, I lay wit them things
Bad Boy wit Universal, so don't play wit the team

Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team
Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team
Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team

Da Band, Da Band, Da Band, 2003
Fire, fire, Too Hot For T.V.
Too hot to hold in the headphones this time
Too hot to hold to cold to fold, come on, and now
Give my man Diddy the throne, and don't play wit the king
I'm here baby, Miami, Choppa City, Babs, Sara, Dylan, Ness
Fire, yeah, and we won't stop
Da Band, fire, yeah

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No One To Sing For (But The Band) - Lyrics - Merle Haggard

Title: No One To Sing For (But The Band)
Artist: Merle Haggard
Composer(s): M Haggard

Lyric:
Once I had a girlfriend, she loved to hear me sing
But I left her in Nashville, flew west on a silver plane

My family can't kid me anymore
They never really liked my songs before
Now I'm all grown up and I'm a lonely man
And there's no one to sing for but the band

No there's no one to sing for but the band
They always say I'm singin' grand
But if you listen close you'll understand
Why there's no one to sing for but the band

I had a friend in Houston, thought I was somethin' else
She moved on to another town in-spite of the way she felt

My family can't kid me anymore
They never really liked my songs before
Now I'm all grown up I'm a full grown lonely man
And there's no one to sing for but the band

No there's no one to sing for but the band
They always say I'm doin' grand
But if you listen close you'll understand
Why there's no one to sing for but the band

No there's no one to sing for but the band
They always say I'm singin' grand
But if you listen close you'll understand
Why there's no one to sing for but the band

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Alexander'S Ragtime Band - Lyrics - Ella Fitzgerald

Title: Alexander'S Ragtime Band
Artist: Ella Fitzgerald
Composer(s): Irving Berlin

Lyric:
Come on and hear, come on and hear, Alexander's ragtime band
Come on and hear, come on and hear, it's the best band in the land
They can play a bugle call like you never heard before
So natural that you want to go to war
That's just the bestest band what am, oh my honey lamb

Come on along, come on along, let me take you by the hand
Up to the man, up to the man, who's the leader of the band
And if you care to hear the Swanee River played in a ragtime

Come on and hear, come on and hear, Alexander's ragtime band

Come on and hear, come on and hear, Alexander's modern band
Come on and hear, come on and hear, it's the best band in the land
They can boo be doo ye, doo de doo de, doo yen doo de
That's just the bestest band what am, oh my honey lamb

Come on along, come on along, let me take you by the hand
Up to the man, up to the man, who's the leader of the band
And if you care to hear the Swanee River played in cool time
Or if you want to hear the Swanee River played in a ragtime

Come on and hear, come on and hear, Alexander's ragtime band
Be doo den doo be, de de doo be, doo ben doo, Alexander's ragtime band

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Always In The Band - Lyrics - Mountains - Lonestar

Title: Always In The Band
Album: Mountains
Artist: Lonestar
Composer(s): Ron Harbin, Richie Mcdonald, Jerry Vandiver

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Lyric:
High school halftime, Friday night
Standing on the fifty yard line
Big old blue and gold tuba in my hand
I could see Katie Ann in the popcorn line
Couldn't see how to make her mine
I was always in the band

At eighteen I found a cheap guitar
Became Seeger and Willie in a Smokey bar
And bared my soul behind a rusty old Mic stand
I get her name and number on a second break
Watch someone dance my chance away
I was always in the band

Sometimes this dream demands more than I can give it
But even still I don't regret a single minute
Oh, to hear you laugh, to feel your pain
To see a thousand waving flames
It's just a part of me, that's who I am
I was always in the band

Met her backstage before a show
Las Vegas Rodeo
Three months later I asked her for her hand
We tied the knot on the 6th of June
Woulda had a honeymoon
But I was always in the band

Left Dallas on the way to Omaha
Round Topeka when I got the call
Baby's coming, honey, get here when you can
Yeah, I guess I shoulda turned that bus around
I'da let 30,000 people down
I was always in the band

Sometimes this dream demands more than I can give it
But even still I don't regret a single minute
Oh, to hear you laugh, to feel your pain
To see a thousand waving flames
It's just a part of me, thank God she understands
I was always in the band

I was always in the band

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Big Ten Inch Record - Lyrics - Toys In The Attic - Aerosmith

Title: Big Ten Inch Record
Album: Toys In The Attic
Artist: Aerosmith
Composer(s): Fred Weismantel

Lyric:
Got me the strangest woman
Believe it, this chick's no cinch
I tried to get her goin'
I wanna whip out my big ten inch

Record of the band that plays the blues
Well, the band that plays the blues
She just loved my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues

Last night I tried to tease her
I gave my love a little pinch
But she said, "Stop the bullshit
Won't you whip out your big ten inch?"

Record of the band that plays the blues
Well, the band that plays the blues
She just loved my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues

I'll cover her with kisses
When we're in a lovers clinch
It seems she gets all excited
When she puts on my big ten inch

Record of the band that plays the blues
Well, the band that plays the blues
She just loved my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues

If my daddy could see me now

[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
'Cept for my big ten inch

Record of the band that plays the blues
Band that plays the blues
She just loved my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues

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One For The Road - Lyrics - Little River Band

Title: One For The Road
Artist: Little River Band
Composer(s): Gerard Bertelkamp, Graeham George Goble

Lyric:
We all say that we don't care for money
Money takes a second place
Now I don't care, but it seems kind of funny
Me and the boys in a race

And in between times, crossing county lines
Drinking cheap red wines, coping with our ups and downs

And the band just keeps on a-rollin', we all keep it on goin'
Have another on me, one for the road

Day in, day out, times keep a-changing
Every night a different crowd
It's hard keeping track of how our life's rearranging
At times it helps to cry out loud

As we get older, we'll go our separate ways
Look for better days, there maybe ain't a second chance

And the band just keeps on a-rollin', we all keep it on goin'
Have another on me, one for the road

When the sun don't shine, we hardly get time to be living
We get no rest, but we do our best every night
When we're feeling down, we can call our town
It's at the end of a telephone line
It's sad that we won't be goin' home for a long time

And the band just keeps on a-rollin', we all keep it on goin'
Have another on me, one for the road

And the band just keeps on a-rollin', we all keep it on goin'
The band just keeps on a-rollin', we all keep it on goin'
The band just keeps on a-rollin', we all keep it on goin'
The band just keeps on a-rollin', we all keep it on goin'

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Request Line - Lyrics - Bridging The Gap - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Request Line
Album: Bridging The Gap
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Rhett Lawrence, William Adams, Natalie Hinds, Mike Fratantuno, George Pajon, Allen Pineda

Lyric:
Pick up the phone, call up the line
Call up the request line
Call up the line
Call up the request line
So call up the line
Get down wit, down wit us

This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my favorite band

I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested on the radio
Tell the DJ spin it on the mix show
Make a brother feel like I'm down at the disco

And we gonna keep it going like Crisco
'Cuz the DJ grab the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we greatful
When you hear the stuff of records get a tasteful

Last night the DJ saved my life
'Cuz of the collection of the records he saved
To the direction of the record we swayed
And all night through the session we stayed

'Cuz you know you got the feeling, all right
Good god got the feeling, all right
Touch the ceiling when I'm feelin', all right now
And I be feelin', all right
Don't stop, keep it goin' now come on

This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my favorite band

Turn table, let's bless me on my stereo
Play my favorite song on my stereo
Like Macy Gray, Roots, and D'Angelo
Mos Def, Les Nubian's, and De La Soul

I like them cuts with the soul and original
Never afraid to be creative on your radio
Spin my jam when I'm cruisin' down the barrio
Turn my audio up, create a party yo

Hey DJ would you play ma song
And get ma rock get ma roll get ma hip-hop on
And I'm dancin' all day, all night
Gimme some inside, make me feel hot inside

All right
Got me feelin', all right
Got me feelin', all right
Got me feelin', all right
All shots down, all right
Got me wanna get down all night
All night, all right now

This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my favorite band

Jump up, enjoy the sound
Show everybody how just how you get down
Get loose now, get down
Everybody, everybody have a good time

Jump up, enjoy the sound
Show everybody how just how you get down
Get loose now, get down
Everybody, everybody have a good time

Last night a DJ saved my life
Last night a DJ saved my life

This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my favorite band

This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my favorite band

This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my favorite band

What you say, what you say now
What you say now, the request line

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Leader Of The Band - Lyrics - Dan Fogelberg

Title: Leader Of The Band
Artist: Dan Fogelberg
Composer(s): D Fogelberg

Lyric:
An only child alone and wild
A cabinet maker's son
His hands were meant for different work
And his heart was known to none
He left his home and went his lone
And solitary way
And he gave to me
A gift I know I never can repay

A quiet man of music
Denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once
But his music wouldn't wait
He earned his love through discipline
A thundering, velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls
Took me years to understand

The leader of the band is tired
And his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument
And his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt
To imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy
To the leader of the band

My brothers' lives were different
For they heard another call
One went to Chicago
And the other to St. Paul
And I'm in Colorado
When I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chose
And come to know so well

I thank you for the music
And your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom
When it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness
And the times when you got tough
And, papa, I don't think
I said, "I love you" near enough

The leader of the band is tired
And his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument
And his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt
To imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy
To the leader of the band
I am the living legacy
To the leader of the band

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There Only Was One Choice - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: There Only Was One Choice
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F. Chapin

Lyric:
There's a kid out on my corner hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungarees but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made of peach fuzz, his hopes may be the same
But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music game

There are fake patches on his jacket
He's used bleach to fade his jeans
With a brand new stay pressed shirt
And some creased and wrinkled dreams
His face a blemish garden but his eyes are virgin clear
His voice is Chicken Little's, but he's hearing Paul Revere

When he catches himself giggling
He forces up a sneer
Though he'd rather have a milk shake
He keeps forcing down the beer
Just another folkie, late in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar, he left Kid brother with his bike

And he's got Guthrie running in his bones
He's the hobo kid who's left his home
And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones
This boy is staying acoustic

There's Seeger singing in his heart
He hopes his songs will somehow start
To heal the cracks that split apart
America gone plastic

And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth
He's hitching himself way down south
To learn a little black and blues
From old street men who paid their dues
'Cause they knew they had nothing to lose
They knew it, so they just got to it

With cracked old Gibsons and red clay shoes
Playing 1 4 5 chords like good news
And cursed with skin that calls for blood
They put their face and feet in mud
But oh, they learned the music from way down there
The real ones learn it somewhere

Strum your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings, not the things you never did
Inexperience, it once had cursed me
But your youth is no handicap, it's what makes you thirsty

Hey kid, you know you can hear your footsteps
As you're kicking up the dust
And the rustling in the shadows tells you secrets you can trust
The capturing of whispers is the way to write a song
It's when you get to microphones, the music can go wrong

You can't see the audience with spotlights in your eyes
Your feet can't feel the highway from where the Lear jet flies
When you glide in silent splendor in your padded limousines
Only you are crying there behind the silver screen

Now you battle dragons, but they'll all turn into frogs
When you grab the wheel of fortune, you get caught up in the cog

First your art turns into craft then the yahoos start to laugh
Then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to watch the fall
They're the lost ones out there feeding
On the wounded and the bleeding
They always are the first to see the cracks upon the walls

When I started this song I was still thirty-three
The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free
Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker would be
And I fantasized some tragedy'd be soon curtailing me

Well just today I had my birthday, I made it thirty-four
Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed anymore
I've got this problem with my aging, I no longer can ignore
A tame and toothless tabby can't produce a lion's roar

And I can't help being frightened on these midnight afternoons
When I ask the loaded questions
"Why does winter come so soon?"
And where are all the golden girls that I was singing for
The daybreak chorus of my dreams serenades no more

Yeah the minute man is going soft, the mirror's on the shelf
Only when the truth's up there can you fool yourself?
I am the aged jester who won't gracefully retire
A clumsy clown without a net caught staggering on the high wire

Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my waist
Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste
Tomorrow is a daydream, the future's never true
Am I just a fading fire or a breeze passing through?

Hello my Country, I once came to tell everyone your story
Your passion was my poetry
And your past, my most potent glory
Your promise was my prayer
Your hypocrisy my nightmare
And your problems fill my present
Are we both going somewhere?

Step right up young lady
Your two hundred birthdays make you old if not senile
And we see the symptoms there in your rigor mortise smile
With your old folks eating dog food and your children eating paint
While the pirates own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint

And while blood's the only language
That your deaf old ears can hear
And still you will not answer with that message coming clear
Does it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old glory stream
And the buzzards own the carcass of your dream?

Oh B U Y Centennial
Sell 'em pre-canned laughter
America Perennial
Sing happy ever after

There's a dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

Yes I read it in the New York Times
That was on the stands today
It said that dreams were out of fashion
We'll hear no more empty promises
There'll be no more wasted passions
To clutter up our play

It really was a good sign
The words went on to say
It shows that we are growing up
In oh, so many healthy ways
And I told myself this is exactly where I'm at
But I don't much like thinking about that

Harry, are you really so naive?
You can honestly believe
That the country's getting better
When all you do is let her alone
Harry, can you really be surprised?
When it's there before your eyes
When you hold the knife that carves her
You live the life that starves her to the bone

Good dreams don't come cheap
You've got to pay for them
If you just dream when you're asleep
There is no way for them, to come alive, to survive

It's not enough to listen, it's not enough to see
When the hurricane is coming on, it's not enough to flee
It's not enough to be in love we hide behind that word
It's not enough to be alive, when your future's been deferred

What I've run through my body, what I've run through my mind
My breath's the only rhythm and the tempo is my time
My enemy is hopelessness, my ally honest doubt
The answer is a question that I never will find out

Is music propaganda, should I boogie, rock and roll
Or just an early warning system hitched up to my soul
Am I observer or participant or huckster of belief
Making too much of a life so mercifully brief?

So I stride down sunny streets and the band plays back my song
They're applauding at my shadow, long after I am gone
Should I hold this wistful notion that the journey is worthwhile
Or tiptoe cross the chasm with a song and a smile?

Well I got up this morning, I don't need to know no more
It evaporated nightmares that had boiled the night before
With every new day's dawning, my kid climbs in my bed
And tells the cynics of the board room your language is dead

And as I wander with my music through the jungles of despair
My kid will learn guitar and find his street corner somewhere
There he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice
And show his minstrel Hamlet daddy that there only was one choice

Strum your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings not the things you never did
Inexperience, it once had cursed me
But your youth is no handicap, it's what makes you thirsty, hey kid

Strum your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings not the things you never did

Dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

The dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

Yeah the dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

Come on
Yeah the dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow

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