The Sweetest Drop - Lyrics - Peter Murphy

Title: The Sweetest Drop
Artist: Peter Murphy
Composer(s): Peter Murphy, Paul Terence Statham

Lyric:
Roll yourself away from me
Unveil me from your layers
Lay with me
Let me plunder, no betrayal
Shame cast out
Morning sensual fire aroused
Union upon union
In union we'll flower
Sail naked in our funder
Press towards the burst

Drop the sweetest drop
Give the thunder up
Rocking to the top
Sensor none the shame
Cling no more to shame
Ring me in the morning
Take me, take me, in the rain
Oh come with me, eh come with me
Concur and swallow me
Explode secrete your tender
Let's scream out like the sea

Pull me warm and slender
Concur and swallow me
Explode secrete your tender
Let's scream out like the sea
Union upon union
Drop the sweetest drop

I think about you all day
Calling the sacred first
Rolling the sunlit day
Give me what I thirst

Drop the sweetest drop
Give the thunder up
Rocking to the top
Sensor none the shame
Cling no more to shame
Ring me in the morning
Take me, take me in the rain
Oh come with me, eh come with me
Concur and swallow me
Explode secrete your tender
Let's scream out like the sea

Roll yourself away
Immortal burn alive
Rocking to the top
Sensor none the shame
Cling no more to shame
Ring me in the morning
Take me, take me, in the rain
Oh come with me, eh come with me
Concur and swallow me
Explode secrete your tender
Let's scream out like the sea

Drop the sweet
Sweet
Drop the sweet
Chinchi
Chinchi chinchi chinchi chinchi chinchi
Drop the sweet
Drop the sweet
Chinchi
Drop the sweet
Drop the sweet
Chinchi...

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Sweetest Girl - Lyrics - Carnival II: Memoirs of an Immigrant - Wyclef Jean

Title: Sweetest Girl
Album: Carnival II: Memoirs of an Immigrant
Artist: Wyclef Jean
Composer(s): Wyclef Jean, Dwayne Michael Carter, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Some live for the bill, some kill for the bill
Yeah, she wined for the bill, grind for the bill
(She used to be the sweetest girl)
Some steal for the bill, if they got to pay they bill
(She used to be the sweetest girl)
Tonight Wyclef, Akon, Weezy on the bill

High school she was that girl
That make me do the hula hoop around the gym
(Just to get a peek again, she's a 10)
High school she was that girl
That make me do the hula hoop around the gym
(Just to get a peek again, she's a 10)

Never thought she would come and work for the president
Mr. George Washington
(Where my money at?)
She thought he'd call
(Where my money at?)

She had a good day, bad day, sunny day, rainy day
All he wanna know is
(Where my money at?)
Closed legs don't get fed, go out there and make my bread
All he wanna know is
(Where my money at?)

She ended up in a road car, bruised up, scarred hard
All he wanna know is
(Where my money at?)
She thought he'd call
(Where my money at?)

See, I'ma tell you like you told me
Cash rules everything around me
Singin' dollar, dollar bill y?all
(Dollar, dollar bill y?all)
Singin' dollar, dollar bill y?all
(Dollar, dollar bill y?all)

?Cause I'ma tell you like you told me
Cash rules everything around me
Singin' dollar, dollar bill y?all
(Dollar, dollar bill y?all)
Singin' dollar, dollar bill y?all
(Dollar, dollar bill y?all)

Pimpin' got harder ?cause hoes got smarter
On the strip is somethin? they don't wanna be a part of
Rather be up in the club shakin' for a thug
Get triple times the money and spendin? it like they wanna

They got they mind on they money, money on they mind
They got they finger on the trigger, hand on the nine
See every day they feel the struggle but stayin? on they grind
And ain?t nobody takin? from us and that?s the bottom line

But I know there's a drop in the block
You move slow, you gettin' pressure from cops
You don't know how not to lay low
?Cause 25 to life?s no joke

To all my real gorillas thuggin'
On top of corners every day strugglin'
All the beautiful womens gettin' money
Washin' them dollar bills like laundry

See, I'ma tell you like you told me
Cash rules everything around me
Singin' dollar, dollar bill y?all
(Dollar, dollar bill y?all)
Singin' dollar, dollar bill y?all
(Dollar, dollar bill y?all)

?Cause I'ma tell you like you told me
Cash rules everything around me
Singin' dollar, dollar bill y?all
(Dollar, dollar bill y?all)
Singin' dollar, dollar bill y?all
(Dollar, dollar bill y?all)

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
It drives the world crazy
She used to be
She used to be the sweetest girl

She used to be the sweetest girl ever, forever
Now she like sour amaretto
She wears a dress to the T like the letter
And if you make it rain, she will be under the weather

She used to run track back in high school
Now she tricks on the track right by school
She take the loss ?cause she don't wanna see her child lose
So respect her or pay up for the time used

And then she runs to the pastor
And he tells her there will be a new chapter
But she feels no different after
And then she asks him

See, I'ma tell you like you told me
Cash rules everything around me
Singin' dollar, dollar bill y?all
(Dollar, dollar bill y?all)
Singin' dollar, dollar bill y?all
(Dollar, dollar bill y?all)

?Cause I'ma tell you like you told me
Cash rules everything around me
Singin' dollar, dollar bill y?all
(Dollar, dollar bill y?all)
Singin' dollar, dollar bill y?all
(Dollar, dollar bill y?all)

Some live for the bill, some kill for the bill
(Where my money at?)
She wined for the bill, grind for the bill
(Where my money at?)
Some steal for the bill, if they got to pay the bill
(Where my money at?)
Tonight Wyclef, Akon, Weezy on the bill
(Where my money at?)

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Candy - Lyrics - Stop N Go - Ugk

Title: Candy
Album: Stop N Go
Artist: Ugk
Composer(s): Chad Butler, Bernard Freeman, Tekai Hicks, Randy Jefferson, Brad Jordan, Eric Paul

Lyric:
Now my candy is so fresh, so clean
I break them boys off when I pull up on the scene
In my candy with ten coats sprayed tight
And that North side royal blue is settin' off the white

On my candy, sho' ain't the average paint
You go to Ike tryin' to buy it he gon' tell ya, ya can't
Have my candy, it's like a one of a kind
And you might have a painted slab but it ain't pretty as mine

'Cause my candy, worth mo' than money can buy
Brought it to Funkmaster Flex and seen a grown man cry
For my candy, sittin' on nuttin' but glass
Stoppin' traffic on the freeway when I fly past

In my candy, got no competition on the street
You can win a Dub car show and still can't compete
With my candy, 'cause it's the sweetest on the block
And I'm trill, workin' the wheel, that's why they all jockin' my candy

Candy, painted
(Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight)
Drop top, El Do', ride
(Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight)

Now my candy, is sittin' tall on them Vogues
It's like an alarm clock, wakin' up all the hoes
My candy, is wetter than high tide
And it's lookin' like I just had a blizzard inside

Of my candy, got mo' wood in it than a forest
One look'll get you hooked like a motherfuckin' chorus
My candy, drips an unerasable stain
It's real magic, not like that motherfucker David Blaine

My candy, it got the woman on the front
And a PhD in showin' niggaz how to stunt
My candy, it got the fifth up on the back
And it'll swang through your hood like it don't know how to act

My candy, the 8th wonder of the world
Like floatin' downstream when you're starin' at the swirls
My candy, ridin' real trill, stayin' true
And it's a legend in H-Town like DJ Screw my candy

Yes my candy is so sweet
Fadin' niggaz on these streets
People watch as I ride by
In my candy I'm gon' shine

Now my candy is so smooth, so laid
And these boys can't comprehend how the paint got sprayed
My candy, makin' people stop drop and stare
Pull out any car you want to but it won't compare

To my candy, it's like a four wheel mirage
That's too pretty to park in a motherfuckin' garage
My candy, it's like a part of the fam'
So lose my friends or my ends, I wouldn't give a damn

But my candy is an extension of me
So when you lookin' at my car you lookin at Bun B
It's my candy, player, throwed, fly
And you can't fuck with it no matter how hard you try

My candy, the other level of the game
If you ask me again, bitch I'ma tell you the same
It's my candy, yeah nigga mines not your
Long as I got syrup to sip and Swishers to burn in my candy

Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight
Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight

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No Way Out - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: No Way Out
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Jimmy Thomas, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Could you tell me where you run to?
(When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by)
When it ain't nowhere to turn to
(When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by)

Could you tell me where you run to?
(When the L.A.P.D. see you ridin' dirty, dirty, dirty)
When it ain't nowhere to turn to
(When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by)

I'm stuck in this penitentiary called life
Deciphering wrong from right
Dodging these institutions these niggas shooting
Puttin' the oldest far from life,

Facing a brick wall at a stand still
Was it a dream or was it reality
Now it's a nightmare hunting my sanity
Thank the Lord up in heaven ain't mad at me

It's sad to see I be bustin' my ass
I'm down for my grind getting nowhere fast
I'ma thug so you know ah nigga built to last
To the point ah no return tryna' get the cash

Feel mo' wrath, murda on the government
War for the niggas on the streets
It'll be no peace till the top dog eat
Tryna' stop my meal you can catch this steel

6 feet deep is where you be layin'
Worms and maggots is where you be stayin'
Desperado 2000 all about the money murda 'n mayhem
I look at the niggas I went to school wid

Shot pool wid was always cool wid
Same niggas I just can't fool wid
Niggas got guns and ready to use it
So I'm trapped up against the wall

Watchin' y'all niggas plottin' on me
Tryin' ah, catch me up in that robbery
Put they mob on me and do ah job on me
But I'm proud to be that nigga
In the ghetto that just can't stay out

Ain't nowhere to run ain't nowhere to hide
And it ain't no way out

Could you tell where you run to
(When you duckin' the po-po dodging these killas)
(And leaving yo family at yo people dog)
When it ain't nowhere to turn to
(When you stuck shit outta luck)

(And ain't got no hustle to make that buck dog)
Could you tell me where you run to
(When the road you on is a dead end left wid borrowing and begging)
When it ain't nowhere to turn to
(When all this music shit play out and you trapped wid no way out)

Together forever, I know they wanna see us fall
And if I had no money you would probably playahate me
Selling dummies all dum dum dum dum
Oh every, nigga don't wanna see us wid no money

You won't see me when I've said it
And if some come run only to visit
No muse so if I told you would you tell me like you did it?
I hate that wake that sucker up buck, buck, buck

'N tell him to take that wid him
Now that we still thugging
Spitting as we run away from prison
Nigga we still running

But the bad bad boyz is still coming
Nobody wanna start this revolution
How could they be some soldiers you ain't neva been in no war
The end of it, been training during, east time and least time

Getting ready ah mind could learn to love it
And when I release mine on the public
Thuggish ruggish and plus it's all, real
I put that on yo nine millimeter steel
All judges, that's strictly real

Could you tell where you run to?
(When you duckin' the po-po dodging these killas)
(And leaving yo family at yo people dog)
When it ain't nowhere to turn to
(When you stuck shit outta luck)

(And ain't got no hustle to make that buck dog)
Could you tell me where you run to?
(When the road you on is a dead end left wid borrowing and begging)
When it ain't nowhere to turn to
(When all of this music shit play out and you trapped wid no way out)

Now all ah y'all niggas tough
Y'all ready for violence, violence
But niggas don't give ah fuck

We ready to riot riot
When all the smoke clears
Y'all niggas long gone
(Damn)
Niggas learn the hard way shoulda stayed at home

Got ah couple million on this uh huh
Got ah couple milion on that
(That's right)
Got ah couple million on everything we do
Can you sell that?
And it didn't come easy round our way,
We had to hustle to survive and didn't eat some days

Could you tell where you run to
(When you duckin' the po-po dodging these killas)
(And leaving yo family at yo people dog)
When it ain't nowhere to turn to
(When all of this music shit play out and you trapped wid no way out)

I'm stuck lookin' for the lost soul
Niggas stucked at the crossroad
Thugging wid my people and I seen so much evil
In the midst I hear you, but I fear no evil

Crooked life revealing tick-tock racing against my time
Against my grind while you coming and stand here
Nigga betta wake up cause they're not blind
While I live the thin line, between love and hate

How many gon' survive Armageddon
Just waiting to atone that day
In the Roman gates here to make no mistakes
Handle stakes and man Lord meet me half ah the way

Kicking up dust thugging with my runaway slaves, for safety
Livin' in ah world so cruel and I got nothing to lose
Rippin' and thuggin' wid Trues
Smoking the sweetest cheeba drinking brews
My motherfuckin' niggas killing when it comes to my screeler
Bang bang I gotta stay down for my hood thing

Never ask where the killas at
Niggas run wid automatic weapons
All I really wanted was ah gun
I neva gave ah fuck and drop neva
One in the bay and had away wid her

Bone's hitting all day wid the lay wid ah, play
Wid the seven other niggas no protecting smoking hay what
Would he pray wid her would he pray wid her
Ohh ohh, no no

Stressin' henny got fiend and green and nicotine
Nooo-torious bustin' wid my regime fiends all around me
Ah genuinely pumpin' new millenium
Thugs caught up brought up believe me

Revelation to the station holocaust
Billow and smoke the ozone, so
Can't stand just listening
Go on ah, God like mission to live all the written inscriptions

Nobody was gifted so many lifted spliffs been hold
That's while I'm pissing
It's nowhere to turn to no shit
But I'ma stay Christian

Could you tell where you run to?
(When you duckin' the po-po dodging these killas)
(And leaving yo family at yo people dog)
When it ain't nowhere to turn to
(When you stuck shit outta luck

(And ain't got no hustle to make that buck dog)
Could you tell me where you run to?
(When the road you on is a dead end left wid borrowing and begging)
When it ain't nowhere to turn to
(When all of this music shit play out and you trapped wid no way out)

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What'S Up Wit That - Lyrics - Rah Digga

Title: What'S Up Wit That
Artist: Rah Digga
Composer(s): Rashia Tashan Fisher, Dominick J Lamb

Lyric:
Ha, once again
First and only female representin', yeah
Rah Digga comin' through you know what I'm sayin'
Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah like what, what

Now I'ma tell it like it ain't never been told
With the rhyme mechanism that boost me ten-fold
Spend dough in pubs, sayin' no to scrubs
With the crisp deep voice I lace with overdubs

Now wassup, if by some haphazard
You see me in Rolling Stone or down the rapmaster
Up in the slot where you used to rock
Your shit suddenly drop and like Wall Street stop

Now, the part that thrill me, what's up with that
Cats that didn't wanna feel me, yo, what's up with that
Ha, ha, ha, ha that's fine, that's funny
Now they ass catching bricks like the fuckin' crash dummies

I'm makin' hits like the oldies, what's up wit that
Cats be frontin' like they know me, yo, what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin' strangers
My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers

'Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
I'm writin' rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that

I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin' strangers
My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers

Verse dentin', worse than armageddon
Worse than them kids runnin' around bomb settin'
Mind threatenin', like a couple hits of mescaline
Comin' up with documents to cover the embezzlin'

Educated, rhymes pre-meditated
Over niggas heads while they out percolatin'
Spot datin', block money I could take in
Drops on the box like I was ovulatin'

Now, for all the cats wildin', what's up wit that
You best better throw your towel in, yo, what's up wit that
'Cuz the real rap bitch that step foot on the scene
Will put a rapper on his ass like warm milk and Ovaltine

Yeah, yeah, now what you done lately, what's up wit that
And now you wanna hate me, yo what's up wit that
Sweetest person and I'm still the grimy queen
Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans

'Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
I'm writin' rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, what's up wit that

I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that
Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen
Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans

In '99 baby hold your stuff
I be that seventh sign wit no more souls in the guff
Focus your attention as I make my mark
'Cuz I get the party jumpin' like your hoopty won't start

Got a bad attitude and a worse disposition'
Corny niggas get the boot, for endangerin' the mission
Believe all you rap specimens, need to proofread my rap reference
'Fore you're left hangin' from your vest

Definitely, gettin' severance pay
While my joint moves 20,000 units every day
Official, ever since an itty bitty youngun
Before the first kiss when I didn't put my tongue in

Now, I'm kickin' all type of lingo, what's up wit that
I make the shit into a single, ha, what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin' papi
Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy

'Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
I'm writin' rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that

I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin' papi
Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy

'Cuz that's how shit be what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
I'm writin' rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that

I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin' chico
I hold shit down for all my rhyme writin' people

'Cuz that's how shit be, the Rah D I G
I'm writin' rhymes lovely, and how I rep Jersey

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Gotta Be Somebody'S Blues - Lyrics - Chase This Light - Jimmy Eat World

Title: Gotta Be Somebody'S Blues
Album: Chase This Light
Artist: Jimmy Eat World
Composer(s): James Christopher Adkins, Richard E Burch, Zachary Michael Lind, Thomas Darrell Linton

Lyric:
Let the water come, she's the only one I love
Let the fat man drop, she's the sweetest honey pot
Will they see the sky again?
Who will sing their blues for them?

Let the factories rust, she's the only thing I trust
Let the virus spread, she's the silk vine in my bed
Will they breathe our air again?
Who will sing their blues for them?

When you're feeling moot
You can have your conscience all you want
You can't say I do nothing, yeah
I put it off

Where you gonna go if they come for you?
Will there be someone left to sing your blues?
Where you gonna look when they come for you?
Will there be someone left to sing your blues?

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Drop In The Sea - Lyrics - Kollected: Best Of - Kula Shaker

Title: Drop In The Sea
Album: Kollected: Best Of
Artist: Kula Shaker
Composer(s): Crispian Mills

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Lyric:
Questions unfolding like books
And their pages, they just keep on turning for me
And I keep on asking why every question
Will somehow relate back to me

Oh, I was told by a knight of the sun
That wisdom could set people free
Be content in your questions
And may I just mention, you're only a drop in the sea

Direction revolving, these questions, I'm solving
But nobody hears what I say
My answers, unspoken, of sweetest emotion
Believe how I feel today, just believe how you feel today

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Candy Boy - Lyrics - Myra - Myra

Title: Candy Boy
Album: Myra
Artist: Myra
Composer(s): Lauren Christy, Graham Edwards, Charlie Midnight, Scott Alspach Spock

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Lyric:
Lips like cinnamon
Feel like giving in
To the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
Strawberry kiss with a touch of licorice

With a voice of chocolate cream
He's perfection, pure confection
My sugar baby, my bubble gum
Melts in my arms like raspberry charms
It's a sugar high and it don't last long

Oh, oh, oh
Gonna shake it up
With my candy boy
(Candy boy)

Oh, oh, oh
He's my buttercup
He's my candy boy
(Candy boy)

Smooth like caramel, peppermint carousel
Hold on tight 'cause here we go
He's my lollipop and my lemon drop
No artificial sweet'n low

He's perfection, pure confection
The carousel goes round and round
He's my soda pop, I gotta stop
It's a sugar high and you gotta come down

Oh, oh, oh
Gonna shake it up
With my candy boy
(Candy boy)

Oh, oh, oh
He's my buttercup
He's my candy boy
(Candy boy)

Time is melting away
Something this good
You know was never here to stay
No need to explain, one day it's gone
Like sugar in the rain
Gimme your sweet kisses now

Oh, oh, oh
Gonna shake it up
With my candy boy
(Candy boy)

Oh, oh, oh
He's my buttercup
He's my candy boy
(Candy boy)

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