Live - Lyrics - First Come First Served - Dr. Dooom

Title: Live
Album: First Come First Served
Artist: Dr. Dooom
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

Lyric:
South Bronx, New York

Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?

I heard your CD is wack, wasn't fucking impressed
Who's the nigga with the big mouth?
I live [Incomprehensible] and bit off with a lion's mouth
Your hype man sound like a bitch that switch

Y'all niggas need to be around when my dick itch
Yo, TNT these niggas acting wild like they homo
But they trying to see me fuck it, I'm a pull up in a Ford van
Let these niggas know I'm a give 'em a permanent suntan

Walk in your studio session
Damage your crew in the vocal booth
With a thirty-inch Smith and Wesson
Dr. Dooom on your intercom pressing your girl
All night with a fucking bomb

I'm a move the tattoos off all these MCs
Let me make a sandwich first with government cheese
Uncle Black got a new sawed-off
When them booty kids show up we gone blast their ass off

Niggas be mean mugging wide eyed smoking that dust
I'm a send Tony Lou with a bazooka
Blow smoke in a tour bus, in a yellow Caprice Classic
I got a wig on them, city boys ain't gon' recognize all four of us

Jay and John with fifty cousins from the Bolding family
We roll and amp G, what the fuck y'all talking about?
I'm moving a different route
Grab the carbines from under the couch

See you on the Ferris wheel at Coney Island
I'm not gon' be smiling
Magnum waiting for your ass
Y'all gon' see my face, fuck a mask

Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?

Smearing your mailbox with peanut butter and jelly
With pickles from the deli
Black shoe polish on your glass table
I'm ready and able

Going on the roof when the pay-per-view fight come on
Click off the cable, harass you to move
Leaving poisoned sick rat coleslaw around your toilet stool
While you scream ''fuck you''

I'm across the street eating Popeye's Cajun rice
In a station wagon with hot beans
Taking a coffee break back in the house

Giving your Chihuahuas
Ex-lax with a hot bowl of Quaker State
Leaving the front room, dropping bombs
On your fur coat with a box kaboom

Watching the Mets putting shit
On your TV sets in the shower
You won't be able to watch a program
With remote controls for seventy hours

Check out your sore ribs, the screen is gritty
Everybody's starting to look green on Rap City
Take your receipt, give your wallet with nine hundred bucks
Or your credit card to a retarded kid in a wheel-chair

Coming up the street walking by the main avenue
I'm passing you with a leather coat that looks similar to yours
Fuck you, you looking at me, I'm a start walking behind you
Act like I'm pantomiming you

Talking to police men, chewing a arm
And joined by a black and white squad car
With binoculars watching you very far
What's up motherfuckers?

Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?

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Rime Of The Ancient Mariner - Lyrics - Live After Death (The World Slavery Tour) (Live) - Iron Maiden

Title: Rime Of The Ancient Mariner
Album: Live After Death (The World Slavery Tour) (Live)
Artist: Iron Maiden
Composer(s): Steve Harris

Lyric:
Hear the rime of the Ancient Mariner
See his eyes as he stops one of three
Mesmerizes one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the Sea

And the music plays on, and the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and the Mariner tells his tale

Driven south to the land of the snow and ice
To a place where nobody's been
Through the snow fog flies the albatross
Hailed in God's name, hoping good luck it brings

And the ship sails on, back to the North
Through the fog and the ice and the albatross follows on
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

The mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he's done
But when the fog clears, they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime

Sailing on and on and North across the sea
Sailing on and on and North 'til all is calm

The albatross begins with its vengeance
A terrible thirst, a curse has begun
His shipmates blame bad luck on the Mariner
About his neck, the dead bird is hung

And the curse goes on and on and on at sea
And the curse goes on and on for them and me

Day after day, day after day, we stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water, everywhere and all the boards did shrink
Water, water, everywhere nor any drop to drink, no no

There calls the mariner, there comes a ship over the line
How can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide

See, onward she comes
Onward she nears, out of the sun
See she has no crew
She has no life, wait but there's two

Death and she, Life in Death, they throw their dice for the crew
She wins the Mariner and he belongs to her now

Then crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
She, she, Life in Death
She lets him live, her chosen one

One after one by the star dogged moon
Too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang
And cursed me with his eye
Four times fifty living men and I heard nor sigh nor groan
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump
They dropped down one by one

The curse it lives on in their eyes
The Mariner he wished he'd die
Along with the sea creatures
But they lived on, so did he

And by the light of the moon
He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them
God's creatures all of them too

Then the spell starts to break
The albatross falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead into the sea
Then down in falls comes the rain

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Hear the groans of the long dead seamen
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits
None of them speak and they're lifeless in their eyes

And the revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on

Now the curse is finally lifted
And the Mariner sights his home
Spirits go from the long dead bodies
Form their own light and the Mariner's left alone, yeah

And then a boat came sailing towards him
It was a joy he could not believe
The Pilot's boat, his son and the hermit
Penance of life will fall onto Him

And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrives the Mariner of his sins

The Mariner's bound to tell of his story
To tell his tale wherever he goes
To teach God's word by his own example
That we must love all things that God made

And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on and on

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Blood On Blood War - Lyrics - Cappadonna

Title: Blood On Blood War
Artist: Cappadonna
Composer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Darryl Robert Hill

Lyric:
Yo break that dutch down

You and your man y'all fucked up for real
Now we got to show y'all niggas the deal
I sling raps like cracks on the street
Attack riot rise above

Smash, y'all trash, y'all show, y'all love
Thoughts are bright like a light bulb
Ice cold raps you stroll
Lease a finance one chance be my CD entity

Your energy is too low to bite my slug
You get drug behind bars and death is stoled on
Your code too simple, you best to hold on
Meet number three slang auxiliary and slang therapy

Based upon a true story, throw darts
Cut markers, straight duplicators, it's the terminator, Wu Killa Bee
Understanding, old special ed with the plate in my head
Bad bread, spare life, KKK on the mike, power like thing of state

What, play with the pussy and fuck
Stuck with the poles forever, what
Wu-Tang forever, never sleep
Lyrics that kill, murder one voice

Chill or get dropped
Your weak team ain't appropriate to no lessons
Adolescence, rhyme war, encore, surrender to my rap
I'm stuck on the map

Like I told you before winter war, in these days of hardcore
Smoke never stop clearing, stop cheering, you making me hot
Acid rain, a capell, wet you
And upset you, get you death threat, on cassette, it's the project

Reject with the mic check
Set to be the son that set the place off
Face off, my darts is loving you
Cyanide made your piss smell like fluoride
Heavy stride, see it from the outside, archive five, smoke blunts hard

Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour
Stand tall like the Berlin Wall
Automatic darts are pulled
Stand for, never ignore the silence and violence
We live for a blood on blood war

Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour
Stand tall like the Berlin Wall
Automatic darts are pulled
Stand for, never ignore the blood on blood war
Uncut raw we live for

All I need is ten big bags of weed
Twenty-four acres of land so I could breathe
Money like Dusty, Prize like Leon
Throw darts at you if the heat's ever on

Split you with the .45 caliber rap
Beat y'all down with shit that sound fat
Call 911, you still can't score
You and your dulla ain't prepared for the war

Yeah, you got heat but we got C4
Plus we got buildings that's watching your door
Hunchback, Chi-kids, Brother Jihad
VGL, FMF, the Bam Squad

Terrorize, y'all from every direction
Call up Hot 97 for protection
Cappadonna from the Wu-Tang Clan
Spotted last night in the all black van

Coming down the block with guns out the windows
Licking shots off every time a wind blow
My class come first, I'm first to represent
Killa Bees linger in the air like incense

Instant action, speed of a satellite, insight
Sight snakes from afar
Ajar, one side of a 2 faced bar
Project star, CD hackers
Supreme rapper, with the baseball cap
I attack fatal on the track

Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour
Stand tall like the Berlin Wall
Automatic darts are pulled
Stand for, never ignore the silence and violence
That we live for a blood on blood war

Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour
Stand tall like the Berlin Wall
Automatic darts are pulled
Stand for, never ignore the blood on blood war
Uncut raw we live for, yeah

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Real Niggaz - Lyrics - Mobb Deep

Title: Real Niggaz
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Thomas Dolby, Red Spyda, Albert Johnson, Joe Kerr, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

Lyric:
Yeah, y'all know what it is
Infamous has just entered the building
Yeah, yeah, mama
Keep doing that just like that I like that
But you got one problem
You hanging with some real clowns over there
They some real clown killers
Shooting off in the air like that
Aye, yo, son where my real thugs n' them at

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

One hammer, two hammer, three hammers, four
H got drama with you I'm bringin' it to your door
We get money on tours cuffin' them broads
While we sluttin' them all then passin' them off

Peelin' off in that Bentley Coupe
Got ma wettin' them draws
You know I keeps them in that birthday suit
She know once that she up in that ride

And we get pulled, the hammers goin' in between her thighs
Need a chick got to explain a thing
She hip to it the games in her blood
And down for the grind till the death rep MOBB

You a problem with it then you know where to reach me
I give them the business, no mirrors or smoke screens
Either you live it you live it or you just frontin'
This rap shit for life, P thats my CoD
We go back like staircases and OE, stop playin'

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

Nigga you thought wrong, now look at you now
Look like sandwich meat with the ketchup sauce
But you was just hollerin' about
Infamous this infamous that

Your mouth was going off
Meanwhile we counts money piles
Till our fingertips green and them shits is sore
But we prefer plastic now

It's nothin' like when its your tour stackin' cash on the floor
Saran wrap to the top jumpoffs won't fall down
It's not my cash your bitch love, it's how I kill it on the song
And she get a taste of the dick, she open now

It's shiny like a door and I don't pay the bitch no thought
I got alot of gall that's what the bitch haal
While I'm leavin' her sight my heart is real cold, real hard on a hoe
But much much harder for the dough
It be a bloody slaughter when we through

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

So don't get mad 'cuz your hoe probably suckin' the kid
Attracted to the lifestyle of how us gangsters live
Teach her all about life and the bees and birds
And how I shut that shit down when the beef occurs

And how I stick, and I move all you see is a blur
Yo I'm a cool ass dude until you push me sir
And can't nobody squash this beef
You get it on with us then you up shits creek, queens clique

Don't have me puttin' these bullets all in your ass
Your era is done and your time is passed
We better and these is the simple facts
You real rusty, my niggaz is built to last

And it's on, we runnin' around with our guns
Jewelery fit for pharaohs around our necks dun
In O four our thuns get the O six trucks
Oh, Lord, there is no savin' us

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
Hit it

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
Hit it

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Real N***Az - Lyrics - Amerikaz Nightmare - Mobb Deep

Title: Real N***Az
Album: Amerikaz Nightmare
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Thomas Dolby, Red Spyda, Albert Johnson, Joe Kerr, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
Yeah, y'all know what it is
Infamous has just entered the building
Yeah, yeah, mama
Keep doing that just like that I like that
But you got one problem
You hanging with some real clowns over there
They some real clown killers
Shooting off in the air like that
Aye, yo, son where my real thugs n' them at

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

One hammer, two hammer, three hammers, four
H got drama with you I'm bringin' it to your door
We get money on tours cuffin' them broads
While we sluttin' them all then passin' them off

Peelin' off in that Bentley Coupe
Got ma wettin' them draws
You know I keeps them in that birthday suit
She know once that she up in that ride

And we get pulled, the hammers goin' in between her thighs
Need a chick got to explain a thing
She hip to it the games in her blood
And down for the grind till the death rep MOBB

You a problem with it then you know where to reach me
I give them the business, no mirrors or smoke screens
Either you live it you live it or you just frontin'
This rap shit for life, P thats my CoD
We go back like staircases and OE, stop playin'

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

Nigga you thought wrong, now look at you now
Look like sandwich meat with the ketchup sauce
But you was just hollerin' about
Infamous this infamous that

Your mouth was going off
Meanwhile we counts money piles
Till our fingertips green and them shits is sore
But we prefer plastic now

It's nothin' like when its your tour stackin' cash on the floor
Saran wrap to the top jumpoffs won't fall down
It's not my cash your bitch love, it's how I kill it on the song
And she get a taste of the dick, she open now

It's shiny like a door and I don't pay the bitch no thought
I got alot of gall that's what the bitch haal
While I'm leavin' her sight my heart is real cold, real hard on a hoe
But much much harder for the dough
It be a bloody slaughter when we through

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

So don't get mad 'cuz your hoe probably suckin' the kid
Attracted to the lifestyle of how us gangsters live
Teach her all about life and the bees and birds
And how I shut that shit down when the beef occurs

And how I stick, and I move all you see is a blur
Yo I'm a cool ass dude until you push me sir
And can't nobody squash this beef
You get it on with us then you up shits creek, queens clique

Don't have me puttin' these bullets all in your ass
Your era is done and your time is passed
We better and these is the simple facts
You real rusty, my niggaz is built to last

And it's on, we runnin' around with our guns
Jewelery fit for pharaohs around our necks dun
In O four our thuns get the O six trucks
Oh, Lord, there is no savin' us

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
Hit it

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
Hit it

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Like A Movie - Lyrics - Loon - Loon

Title: Like A Movie
Album: Loon
Artist: Loon
Composer(s): Chauncey Hawkins, Taurian Adoni Shropshire, Kandice Love, Aliaune Thiam

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Lyric:
Check it out
I?m wit' my man A Con
An I go by the name Loon
And this a bad boy exclusive
Na mean?
Young Marcus, young pretty and heartless

Yo, I tried to be a gentlemen
Even respect the girls who had many men
I had a girl that lived in the tenement straight seduced me
Pretty face, I kept shorty laced in Gucci

She made niggaz wait like groupies
Even made them, lace her hoopty and still ain't hit it
Spend they money, ain't all and still ain't get it
Buyin' bitches is all but still she ain't wit' it

So don?t be mad when she callin' me dad
'Rollin' around in the Jag wit the thirty day tag
Some shit you paid for, worked and slaved for
Ever since you met the trick I made more

Chedda then ever before
You 'bout to walk down the ile and I met her on tour
I ain't never had a thousand Dollar sweater before
See ya stupid ass went and got in the bed with the whore
You pulled a no nigga

No way you can?t use me
(No)
I?m smoother than that
(I?m smoother)

You wanna live like me
(Yeah)
You will never see that
(Baby)

Live my life like a movie
(Live my life)
How will you top that
(Oh yeah)

No way you cant use me
(No)
I'm smoother than that
(Yeah)

Yo, it's funny how ya money pow
All of a sudden surrounded by these funny style
Chics getting money now bitch had a hunnit thou
Thought she said somthin' slick couldn?t wait
To get in bed wit the bitch

I took her clothes off politely
Incase she chose not to like me
That when I ate the hoe out like wifey
Bitch start to like me

Then I flipped her like a savage
Then a nigga tried to rip her body cavity
And she getting a lot a cabbage
An nigga I gotta have it

Been sweatin', tryna hit shit like a rabbit
Now shorty think she established
She givin' me carrots
Buyin' me cars the supa stars be havin'

Clinging to nigga like a magnet, becoming a addict
Actin' like she ain't neva had dick, another dramatic
Always so static, man, this bitch is eratic
Man, I ain't think 'bout that car you could have it

(No)
No way you can?t use me
(Use me)
I?m smoother than that
(Smoother)

You wanna live like me
You will never see that
(No, no)

Live my life like a movie
(Live my life)
How will you top that

No way you cant use me
I'm smoother than that
(Yeah)

Now I was pushin' the tan land
It was me, my man Stan
This chic yo when from San Fran
Met her on Pan Dam

Told me her man from Ti Cun, it's pickin' up 1.5 at high noon
So why Loon had to make moves like TiFoon's
Pull a couple a strings botta boom botta bing, it's on now
I got my niggaz and we ready to roll
I got my niggaz and we ready for war

Whateva it be, 1.5 nigga chedda for free
Now how this bitch gone get this chedda for me
I'm ready to see, 'cuz when this shit is all said an it's done
I?m the type to get the bread n just run

My man was soft, I think its better to run
Than to hit him in the head wit the gun, I'ma veteran son
I ain?t type the squeeze beretta for fun
I?m not dumb, I do it better than them, come on

No way you can?t use me
(See, you wanna be but you?ll never be like me)
I?m smoother than that
You wanna live like me, you will never see that
(Baby)

Live my life like a movie
How will you top that
(Tell me how will you top that)
No way, you can?t use me
I'm smoother than that
(No)

No way you can?t use me
I?m smoother than that
(No)
You wanna live like me
(You wanna live like me)
You will never see that

Live my life like a movie
(Hey)
How will you top that
(No no no, no way)
Now way you cant use me
I?m smoother than that
(I'm smoother)

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Powerslave - Lyrics - Live After Death (The World Slavery Tour) (Live) - Iron Maiden

Title: Powerslave
Album: Live After Death (The World Slavery Tour) (Live)
Artist: Iron Maiden
Composer(s): Paul Bruce Dickinson

Lyric:
Into the abyss I'll fall the eye of Horus
Into the eyes of the night watching me go
Green is the cat's eye that glows in this temple
Enter the risen Osiris risen again

Tell me, why I had to be a powerslave?
I don't wanna die, I'm a God, why can't I live on?
When the life giver dies, all around is laid to waste
And in my last hour, I'm a slave to the power of death

When I was living this lie, fear was my game
People would worship and fall drop to their knees
So bring me the blood and red wine for the one to succeed me
For he is a man and a God and he will die too

Tell me, why I had to be a powerslave?
I don't wanna die, I'm a God, why can't I live on?
When the life giver dies, all around is laid to waste
And in my last hour, I'm a slave to the power of death

Now I am cold, but a ghost lives in my veins
Silent the terror that reigned marbled in stone
A shell of a man God preserved a thousand ages
But open the gates of my Hell and I'll strike from the grave

Tell me, why I had to be a powerslave?
I don't wanna die, I'm a God, why can't I live on?
When the life giver dies, all around is laid to waste
And in my last hour, I'm a slave to the power of death
Slave to the power of death
Slave to the power of death

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G-Slide Tour Bus - Lyrics - VYP: Voice of the Young People - Lil' Mama

Title: G-Slide Tour Bus
Album: VYP: Voice of the Young People
Artist: Lil' Mama
Composer(s): Lukasz Gottwald, Darrell Andre Howard, Niatia Jessica Kirkland, Brian Singleton, Maurice Wilson

Lyric:
If my sister tour bus ride through your town
You're gonna have a problem, tell 'em, Lil Mama

Uh uh, no way, you can show me how
Uh uh, no way, you can show me how
Uh uh, no way, you can show me how
You can show me how to G-slide

Lil Mama tour bus might ride through your town
Take her time, show you how to do the G-slide
Let me show you how to G-slide
Let's go

Lil Mama get it poppin' put in work G-slide for me
Hey, G-slide with me
Hey, G-slide with me

Lil Mama get it poppin' put in work G-slide for me
Hey, G-slide with me
Hey, G-slide with me

When I bump up on the track it's like whoop there it is
From the block parties to house parties I gets it in
Imma bump my business and that's exactly what I meant
Young beast from the east so you know I puts it in

I'm that ghetto gorgeous gangsta girl
About to fly east line national
By the way that I bounce on the track
You ain't never see a girl like this, oh no

My whole scene fly high, we ride until we die
Run into dudes who be yappin' and always tryin' to get by
But I don't hear, it goes in one ear and out the other
Told him how to G-slide and he told his mother
Get, get down big Mama, I can dig it, you got it
But when my track starts to G a stampede startin'

Lil Mama tour bus might ride through your town
Take her time, show you how to do the G-slide
Let me show you how to G-slide
Let's go

Lil Mama get it poppin' put in work G-slide for me
Hey, G-slide with me
Hey, G-slide with me

Lil Mama get it poppin' put in work G-slide for me
Hey, G-slide with me
Hey, G-slide with me

New shirt, new kicks, new pants
G-slide's the new dance
No auto maw, we live in the new times
Lil Ma was the artist for me is the new grime

More money, more money, more shine
She the princess of the city, I'm her son, boy Shine
Chocolate dimes, shorty got cake like, uh
Duncan Hines, come on G-slide baby

They be callin' me T in the hood 'cause I bring the pain daddy
And when its time to hold it down I make it rain daddy
That mean you got to feel me 'cause I might make it flood
And if your G-slide slow you better pick it up

G-slide with me, be shy do it
See shorty lookin' at me from the side viewin'
I'm 'bout to pick him up and show him how to do it
Slide right, slide left, take your time

Lil Mama tour bus might ride through your town
Take her time, show you how to do the G-slide
Let me show you how to G-slide
Let's go

Lil Mama get it poppin', yeah stand on the streets so the people yell
Just lookin' at me like no fair, I'm here, no fair
And my heart for none of you girls, I bet you verse me make no losses
I switch verses like sauces like prego so be cautious

She so hot when I bubble I'm bound to poppin'
And if you tip, try to touch you might end up with red spots
When it's hot, then it's hot, if it ain't, then it's not
No way you gonna come for this numero uno spot

'Cause I spot little creatures trying to turn beast, go feast
They vegetarians, I'm red meat
And it's no way they could see me while I do it for TV
In the hood, in the hood is probably where my bus be

Lil Mama tour bus might ride through your town
Take her time, show you how to do the G-slide
Let me show you how to G-slide

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Wild For Da Night - Lyrics - Rampage

Title: Wild For Da Night
Artist: Rampage
Composer(s): Marlon King, Roger Mcnair, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush
Speak up
The word on the street is the Rampage return

One time, two times, three times, four times
All my real live soldiers throw your hands up
All my real live women throw your hands up
All my real strong bustas throw your hands up
All my real live players throw your hands up

Check it out, like this y'all
The heavyweight Brooklyn Bomber that can't rest
Love success, I'm gettin' money progress
Travellin' for free from state to state
That's how I get my idea to create
I'm live motivate, I keep on movin', it's been Fubu
I make Def Jams like Rick Rubin
I stay on my tippy toes wreckin' shows, I'm too slow

You can't peep my ill flow in this Burning Zone
Keep low like an Eskimo
Askin' people, still carry my flow, open the do'
It's the real outlaw, from Flatbush to South Shore
Givin' you more and more
I just came home from tour
It's my time to burn to explore
I'm comin' through the floor with Low X

I'm fully gassed to the max movin' stacks, no fakin' jacks
I'm the baddest man on the wax
Messin' around with my Squad, you get taxed
Shittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks, I can't relax
Breakin' backs, with my NFL Quarterbacks
Flipmode deep we bring good things to light
Put down your gun and light
I'm in it to win it, plus I'm wildin' for da night

All my muthafuckas in the place to be
You feel right, throw your hands up
We gettin' wild for da night
Niggas in the place, if you wanna fight
Serious let's get busy 'cuz we
Wild for da night
My Flipmode niggas gettin'
Wild for da night

Niggas in New York gettin'
Wild for da night
My niggas in the West gettin'
Wild for da night
Niggas in the world gettin'
Wild for da night
My niggas Uptown, just throw your hands up, in the place

If you feel right we gettin'
Wild for da night
Throw your hands up we gettin'
Wild for da night
Niggas 'cross the land gettin'
Wild for da night
My peoples downtown they gettin'
Wild for da night

Uhh, yo I'm Top Billin makin a killin'
Flip a script like Terri McMillan
I can't help the way I'm feelin'
Caps is fillin', drugs is dealin'
My thug niggas keep illin'
Rampage is higher than the ceiling
Mad appealing brothers who dealin' from Brownsville and
I'm ready and willing I'm playin' lock and chase

You can get my black race
Bet I, hesitates, I'm movin' cash like Chase
You about to get laced fifteen across your face
You at the wrong place, you at the wrong time
You didn't use your third vision mind, you sippin' wine
Your vision is blind, no you can't see the victory
You in the street it's gettin' deep
You rolled up with the wrong peeps, you're the black sheep

You won't protest, drop when your little brother got shot
It's gettin' hot, now you back around the way
With the same clothes, plus your bum hoes that you chose
They gave up your whereabouts, where you hang out
Who you hang wit', now you gotta get your dome split
You wildin' for da night

All my muthafuckas from across the land
We feelin' right, 'cuz you know we gettin'
Wild for da night
All my niggas across the sea and the earth
Yo you know we comin' through we gettin'
Wild for da night
My Flipmode niggas gettin'
Wild for da night

My outta state niggas gettin'
Wild for da night
My cross country niggas gettin'
Wild for da night
You know we gettin'
Wild for da night
You know we gettin'
Wild for da night

Throw your hands in the air if you wanna fight
Feel right, 'cuz you know we gettin'
Wild for da night
Yes, I'm gettin' down in the place to be
Flipmode squad, yo, we gettin'
Wild for da night
My Rampage nigga gettin'
Wild for da night

All of my real live niggas gettin'
Wild for da night
My sexy ass bitches gettin'
Wild for da night
All my people across the land and sea
Feel right, 'cuz you know we gettin'
Wild for da night

Throw up your fist and feel right 'cuz it's time to fight
Muthafucka, we gettin'
Wild for da night
War time niggas gettin'
Wild for da night
Freaky muthafuckas gettin'
Wild for da night

All my buckshot-gun-in-the-air
Muthafuckas in the place, you know, we gettin'
Wild for da night
My Flipmode niggas gettin'
Wild for da night

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Revelations - Lyrics - Live After Death (The World Slavery Tour) (Live) - Iron Maiden

Title: Revelations
Album: Live After Death (The World Slavery Tour) (Live)
Artist: Iron Maiden
Composer(s): Paul Bruce Dickinson

Lyric:
Oh, God of earth and altar
Bow down and hear our cry
Our earthly rulers falter
Our people drift and die

The walls of gold entomb us
The swords of scorn divide
Take not thy thunder from us
Take away our pride

Just a babe in a black abyss
No reason for a place like this
Walls are cold, souls cry out in pain

An easy way for the blind to go
A clever path for the fools who know
The secret of the hanged man, the smile on his lips

The light of the blind, you'll see
The venom tears my spine
The eyes of the Nile are opening, you'll see

Came to me with a serpents kiss
As the eye of the sun rose on her lips
Moonlight catches silver tears that I cry

So we lay in a black embrace
And the seed is sown in a holy place
And I watched and I waited for the dawn, oh

The light of the blind, you'll see
The venom tears my spine
The eyes of the Nile are opening, you'll see

Bind all of us together
Ablaze with hope and pain
No storm or heavy weather
Will rock the boat you'll see

The time has come to close your eyes
Still the wind and rain
For the one who will be king
The watcher in the ring

It is you, oh
Oh oh, you

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22 Acacia Avenue - Lyrics - Live After Death (The World Slavery Tour) (Live) - Iron Maiden

Title: 22 Acacia Avenue
Album: Live After Death (The World Slavery Tour) (Live)
Artist: Iron Maiden
Composer(s): Steve Harris, Adrian Smith

Lyric:
If you're feeling down depressed and lonely
I know a place where we can go
22 Acacia Avenue

Meet a lady that I know, so if you're looking for a good time
And you're prepared to pay the price
Fifteen quid is all she asks for, everybody's got their vice

If you're waiting for a long time for the rest to do their piece
You can tell her that you know me
And you might even get it free

So any time you're down the East End, don't you hesitate to go
You can take my honest word for it
She'll teach you more than you can know

Charlotte can't you get out from all this madness?
Can't you see it only brings you sadness?
When you entertain your men don't know the risk of getting disease

Some day when you're reach the age of forty
I bet you'll regret the days when you were laying
Nobody then will want to know
You won't have any beautiful wares to show, any more

22, the Avenue
That's the place where we all go
You will find it's warm inside
The red light's burning bright tonight

Charlotte isn't it time you stopped this mad life
Don't you ever think about the bad times
Why do you have to live this way?
Do you enjoy your lay or is it the pay?

Sometimes when your strolling down the avenue
The way you walk it make men think of having you
When you're walking down the street
Everybody stops and turns to stare at you

22, the Avenue
That's the place where we all go
You will find it's warm inside
The red light's burning bright tonight

Beat her, mistreat her, do anything that you please
Bite her, excite her, make her get down on her knees
Abuse her, misuse her, she can take all that you've got
Caress her, molest her, she always does what you want?

You're running away, don't you know what you're doing?
Can't you see it'll lead you to ruin?
Charlotte you've taken your life and you've thrown it away

You believe that because what you're earning?
Your life's good don't you know that it's hurting?
All the people that love you don't cast them aside

All the men that are constantly drooling
It's no life for you stop all that screwing
You're packing your bags, you're coming with me

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Pretty Girl Bullsh*T - Lyrics - Hurt No More - Mario Winans

Title: Pretty Girl Bullsh*T
Album: Hurt No More
Artist: Mario Winans
Composer(s): Inga D Marchand, Mario Mendell Winans

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Lyric:
Oh baby, I can't live with you, I can't live without you, yeah
Live with you, I can't live without you, babe, I like this
Oh babe, oh, I can't live with you, I can't live without you, babe
Bad boy, baby, bad boy, yeah, yeah, let's go

I hear duke boning Keisha, Tonya and Tiff, yeah
Move ya blood clot 'fore I cock the fifth!
Had a bitch in my '03 six, had a hoe rockin'
My red gold Cartier on her wrist, now
Think about it while the streets you roam

Fuck around, won't be shit in the crib when you get home
I roll with Sean Combs, I'm in Caprice, that's right
Jet ski, watching duke through the global phone, let's go
Bad boy come through in the toy, bad boy, baby
And I'm boning his boy, while he in the hood slinging up oi

Y'all don't want a girl in Yves Saint Laurent
You'd rather fuck a hoe in a bullshit Gabban', now, yeah
And what the fuck he on? Stop your blood clot crying
'Fore these plates start flying, I'm a bad girl
Illest bitch grinding, bad girl, Sean John Rolls
Hold chocolate diamonds, let's go, Mario

What am I to do, when you act a fool?
Do I put on your shoes and act a fool like you?
Now baby, that ain't cool, you ain't got a clue
What you had in me, too fine to see
And I don't really wanna be, baby

What's the reason you want me?
Girl, the truth is you need me
First you say that you trust me
Then you go and betray me

Now I took all I can
And I know I'm a good man
God, I wash my hands, make another plan
'Cos I don't really wanna stay, baby

So if you wanna go, walk right out that door
'Cos I don't want no more of your pretty girl bulls
If you wanna leave, it's okay with me
Matter of fact, I'm begging please
Take your pretty girl, bull

Now this is number two, them chance I gave to you
You said, "It was the end" but here we go again
I thought I was a friend, not just another man
While holding hands, you don't understand
And I don't really get you, baby

What's the reason you want me
Girl, the truth is you need me
First you say that you trust me
Then you go and betray me

Now I took all I can
And I know I'm a good man
God, I wash my hands, make another plan
'Cos I don't really wanna stay, baby

So if you wanna go, walk right out that door
'Cos I don't want no more of your pretty girl bulls
If you wanna leave, it's okay with me
Matter of fact I'm begging please
Take your pretty girl, bull

Aiyyo, aiyyo, Fox
Now the tables dun turned and duke fell off, yeah
But I'm stylin' you seen Fox cover the source, you see it
Y'all see the G5, y'all see me come through, yeah, verr' nice crib
And a nurr' blue five, y'all see the G4, you see it, yeah

Duke come out the hood, let me take you on a Tito borough tour
Come on, y'all don't want a bitch in Juicy Couture, no, you don't
You'd rather fuck a hoe in a Reebok velor
But I'm a bad girl, whips to crashing, yeah, bad girl
Y'all know how Fox do it with the Sean John fashion, that's right

So tell me why you continue to lie? Why?
I seen the bitch in the seven forty five L.I. now
Just tell me why I continue to try, full of bullshit
He acting like a star can't cry, come on man
He acting like I'm blind, what? And how he doing this bullshit
He acting like I ain't get the nigga fly, let's go

So if you wanna go, walk right out that door
'Cos I don't want no more of your pretty girl bulls
If you wanna leave, it's okay with me, oh yeah
Matter of fact I'm begging please
Take your pretty girl, bull

So if you wanna go, walk right out that door
'Cos I don't want no more of your pretty girl bulls
If you wanna leave, it's okay with me
Matter of fact I'm begging please
Take your pretty girl, bull

So if you wanna go, walk right out that door
'Cos I don't want no more of your pretty girl bulls
If you wanna leave, it's okay with me

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Runnin' - Lyrics - The Documentary - Game

Title: Runnin'
Album: The Documentary
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Dion Jenkins, Tony Cottrell, Marvin Bernard, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Got to live for today 'cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece, I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're in it, you're coming with me
Bench warmers, get no playing time
No sleeping, 'til I cross the line, I'm runnin'

With ninety-nine miles left, on the Avis Rental car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis at the Pearly Gate
God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been back and forth across the border like Mexicans

But I'm runnin' like New York pedestrians
Trying not to scuff my Nike Air checks again
It's funny how niggaz be the best of friends
And fall out over pussy and wanna dead they man
One of my niggaz in the grave the other one in the pin
She fuckin' my enemies inside my homeboys Benz

Now she beggin' God's mercy 'cause she ain't listen to Nas
And never heard about Ike and the Iverson jersey
He got a cousin named Jason that rock the Gary Payton
Now the same trifling bitch is a HIV patient
True story

Got to live for today 'cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece, I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're in it, you're coming with me
Bench warmers, get no playing time
No sleeping, 'til I cross the line

If I get knocked with my gun nigga I'm runnin'
I catch a murder one nigga I'm runnin'
Homicide come around and they keep on coming
That's why I'm out of state and I keep on runnin'
I ain't Nelly Put my Desert Eagles on girl
Just jumped bail traveling the world

When I sign my deal I said, "Fuck jail"
I went on tour to Barcelona and Brazil
This shit real fuck an appeal
D's want my head like that bitch in Kill Bill
Sling dope sling crack and them E pills
That's why I'm on the low like a Navy Seals, I'm runnin'

Got to live for today 'cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece, I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're in it, you're coming with me
Bench warmers, get no playing time
No sleeping, 'til I cross the line, I'm runnin'

'Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain't no coming back from Go
So I gotta get my album in place
My G-Unit features
My Eminem sixteens
My Dr. Dre beats

And it was two years from today when I started rhyming
And took my demo to Suge and he ain't sign me
Niggaz threatening my life like it's hard to find me
See me shining in the hood like twenty inch Lexanis
My mom said I'm hard head, I don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggaz they own shoes

And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they think I'm trying to take his spot
I'm in the studio laughing at Chris Rock
Then I turn on MTV and see Soulja Slim shot
And niggaz trying to gun me down in the rim shop
'Cause I just want the same recognition that the crypts got

They say I'm the next in line and if I get shot
Then I go out as the Bobby Fischer of hip hop
Make yo chest move
Sylvia Rome and Kevin Lyle slept cool
Jimmy Lovine was the best move

Got to live for today 'cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece, I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're in it, you're coming with me
Bench warmers, get no playing time
No sleeping, 'til I cross the line, I'm runnin'

If you got it
If you're in it
Bench warmers
No sleeping, I'm runnin'

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Flight Of Icarus - Lyrics - Live After Death (The World Slavery Tour) (Live) - Iron Maiden

Title: Flight Of Icarus
Album: Live After Death (The World Slavery Tour) (Live)
Artist: Iron Maiden
Composer(s): Bruce Dickinson, Adrian Smith

Lyric:
As the sun breaks
Above the ground
An old man stands on the hill

As the ground warms
To the first rays of light
A birdsong shatters the still

His eyes are ablaze
See the madman
In his gaze

Fly on your way like an eagle
Fly as high as the sun
On your wings like an eagle
Fly, touch the sun, yeah

Now the crowd breaks
And a young boy appears
Looks the old man in the eye

As he spreads his wings
And shouts at the crowd
"In the name of God, my Father, I fly"

His eyes seem so glazed
As he flies on
The wings of a dream

Now he knows his Father betrayed
Now his wings turn to ashes
To ashes his grave

Fly on your way like an eagle
Fly as high as the sun
On your wings like an eagle
Fly, touch the sun

Yeah, fly on your way like an eagle
Fly as high as the sun
On your way like an eagle
Fly as high as the sun

On your way like an eagle
Fly, touch the sun
On your way like an eagle, fly
Fly as high as the sun

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Pretty Girl Bullshit - Lyrics - Mario Winans

Title: Pretty Girl Bullshit
Artist: Mario Winans
Composer(s): Inga D Marchand, Mario Mendell Winans

Lyric:
Oh baby, I can't live with you I can't live without you
(Yeah)
Live with you I can't live without you, babe
(I like this)
Oh babe, oh I can't live with you
(Bad Boy baby!)
I can't live without you
(Bad Boy)
Babe
(Uh, oh)
(Yeah, yeah! Let's go)

I hear duke boning Keisha, Tonya and Tiff
(Uh huh)
(Yeah)
Move ya bloodclot 'fore I cock the fifth!
(Uh huh)
Had a bitch in my '03 six
Had a hoe rockin' my red gold Cartier on her wrist, now

Think about it while the streets you roam
Fuck around, won't be shit in the crib when you get home
I roll with Sean Combs
(That's right)
I'm in Caprice, jet ski, watching duke
Through the global phone
(Let's go)

Bad Boy come through in the toy
(Bad Boy baby)
And I'm boning his boy, while he in the hood slinging up oi, oh
(Ohh)
Y'all don't want a girl in Yves Saint Laurent
You'd rather fuck a hoe in a bullshit Gabann' now
(Yeah)

And what the fuck he on?
Stop your bloodclot crying 'fore these plates start flying
I'm a Bad girl, illest bitch grinding
(Bad Girl)
Sean John Rolls hold chocolate diamonds, oww!
(Let's go, Mario)

What am I to do, when you act a fool
Do I put on your shoes and act a fool like you
No baby, that ain't cool, you ain't got a clue
What you had in me, too fine to see
And I don't really wanna be, baby

What's the reason you want me
Girl the truth is you need me
First you say that you trust me
Then you go and betray me

Now I took all I can
And I know I'm a good man
God I wash my hands, make another plan
'Coz I don't really wanna stay baby

So if you wanna go, walk right out that door
'Coz I don't want no more of your pretty girl bull-ish
If you wanna leave, it's okay with me
Matter of fact I'm begging please
Take your pretty girl bull

Now this is number two, them chance I gave to you
You said it was the end, but here we go again
I thought I was a friend, not just another man
While holding hands, you don't understand
And I don't really get you baby

What's the reason you want me
Girl the truth is you need me
First you say that you trust me
then you go and betray me

Now I took all I can
And I know I'm a good man
God I wash my hands, make another plan
'Coz I don't really wanna stay baby

So if you wanna go, walk right out that door
'Coz I don't want no more of your pretty girl bull-ish
If you wanna leave, it's okay with me
Matter of fact I'm begging please
Take your pretty girl bull

(Aiyyo, aiyyo Fox, Fox yo!)
Now the tables dun turned and duke fell off
(Yeah)
But I'm stylin' you seen Fox cover the Source
(You see it)
Y'all see the G5, y'all see me come through
(Yeah)
Verr' nice crib and a nurr' blue five
(Uh huh)

Y'all see the G4
(You see it, yeah)
Duke come out the hood
Let me take you on a Tito borough tour
(C'mon)
Y'all don't want a bitch in Juicy Couture
(No, you don't)
You'd rather fuck a hoe in a Reebok velour

But I'm a bad girl, whips to crashing
(Yeah, Bad Girl)
Y'all know how Fox do it with the Sean John fashion
(That's right)
So tell me why you continue to lie
(Why?)
I seen the bitch in the seven forty five L.I. now
(Uh huh)

Just tell me why I continue to try
(Uh huh)
Full of bullshit, he acting like a star can't cry
(C'mon man)
He acting like I'm blind
(What)
And how he doing this bullshit
Acting like I ain't get the nigga fly
(Oh baby)
(Let's go)

So if you wanna go, walk right out that door
'Coz I don't want no more, of your pretty girl bull-ish
If you wanna leave, it's okay with me
Matter of fact I'm begging please
Take your pretty girl bull

So if you wanna go, walk right out that door
'Coz I don't want no more, of your pretty girl bull-ish
If you wanna leave, it's okay with me
Matter of fact I'm begging please
Take your pretty girl bull

So if you wanna go, walk right out that door
'Coz I don't want no more, of your pretty girl bull-ish
If you wanna leave, it's okay with me
Matter of fact I'm begging please
Take your pretty girl bull

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Children Of The Damned - Lyrics - Live After Death (The World Slavery Tour) (Live) - Iron Maiden

Title: Children Of The Damned
Album: Live After Death (The World Slavery Tour) (Live)
Artist: Iron Maiden
Composer(s): Steve Harris

Lyric:
He's walkin' like a small child
But watch his eyes burn you away
Black holes in his golden stare
God knows he wants to go home

Children of the damned
Children of the damned
Children of the damned
Children of the damned

He's walkin' like a dead man
If he had lived, he would have crucified us all
Now he's standing on his last step
He thought oblivion well it beckons us all

Children of the damned
Children of the damned
Children of the damned
Children of the damned

Now it's burnin' his hands, he's turnin' to laugh
Smiles as the flame sears his flesh
Melting his face screamin' in pain
Peeling the skin from his eyes
Watch him die according to plan
He's dust on the ground, what did we learn?

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

You're children of the damned
Your back's against the wall
You turn into the light
You're burning in the night
You're children of the damned
Like candles watch them burn
Burning in the light
You'll burn again tonight
Children of the damned

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Rockstar - Lyrics - All the Right Reasons - Nickelback

Title: Rockstar
Album: All the Right Reasons
Artist: Nickelback
Composer(s): Daniel Adair, Michael Kroeger, Chad Kroeger, Ryan Peake

Lyric:
I'm through with standin' in lines to clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub
Big enough for ten plus me
(Yeah, so what you need?)

I need a a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher
And James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair

And well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have the quesadilla, ha, ha)

I'm gonna dress my ass with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves
To blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

Well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

I'm gonna sing those songs that offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a Pez dispenser
Get washed-up singers writin' all my songs
Lipsynk 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong

Well, we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

Well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

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