This Nightlife - Lyrics - Clint Black

Title: This Nightlife
Artist: Clint Black
Composer(s): Hayden Nicholas, Clint Black

Lyric:
Dawn patrol is makin' the rounds
Been goin' at it since the sun went down
I'll be sleepin' it off from
Another night of tyin' one on

The sun is risin' and I'm layin' low
Been compromisin' my get up and go
And I'll be burnin' it up
Till both ends of the candle are gone

And I've seen too many smoke filled bars
Seems like they're never gonna set me free
You might not see the scars
But this nightlife's beatin' the daylights out of me

Out on the town
Like the night before
Just when I thought
I couldn't go one more

The sun sets down
I get up and do it again
Night lights are callin'
And I can't turn 'em down

I've been revolvin' on
This merry-go-round for so long
And know where tomorrow starts
And when today'll end

And I've seen too many smoke filled bars
Seems like they're never gonna set me free
You might not see the scars
But this nightlife's beatin' the daylights out of me

Lord knows, I've seen too many smoke filled bars
Seems like they're never gonna set me free
You might not see the scars
But this nightlife's beatin' the daylights out of me
Lord, this nightlife's beatin' the daylights out of me
Lord, this nightlife's beatin' the daylights out of me

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Juliet - Lyrics - Modern Talking

Title: Juliet
Artist: Modern Talking
Composer(s): Dieter Bohlen

Lyric:
In the disco light, in the disco light

Oh, I walked through the party in the disco light
Saturday is calling and I'm feeling alright
And I get tired of being alone
She has my heart but she has no home

And I tried, tried, tried it again
Buy her a drink, wanna be her man
Heijo, oh, high and low
Oh, my baby, come, let's go

Oh, Ju-Juliet, all the things you do
They drive me mad, Ju-Ju-Juliet
Baby, I can't get you out of my head

I love the nightlife, the crazy nightlife
In the disco light, baby
I love the nightlife, the crazy nightlife
Oh, keep on dancing, lady

And we walked to my house, it was late at night
Sunday was calling, see the morning light
Tired of being with this girl
She's so complicated, doesn't fit in my world

And I try, try to send her home
Called her a taxi, wanna be alone
Heijo, oh, high and low
Oh, my baby, oh, please go

Oh, Ju-Juliet, all the things you do
They drive me mad, Ju-Ju-Juliet
Baby, I can't get you out of my head

I love the nightlife, the crazy nightlife
In the disco light, baby
I love the nightlife, the crazy nightlife
Oh, keep on dancing, lady

Keep on dancing, lady
In the wake of light, disco light
In the disco light keep on dancing, lady
Get going, right

I love the nightlife, the crazy nightlife
In the disco light
I love the nightlife, the crazy nightlife
Oh, keep on dancing, lady

I love the nightlife, the crazy nightlife
In the disco light, baby
I love the nightlife, the crazy nightlife
Oh, keep on dancing, lady

I love the nightlife, the crazy nightlife
In the disco light
I love the nightlife, the crazy nightlife
Oh, keep on dancing, lady

Discolight, in the disco light, baby
In the disco light

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Lo - Evening News - Lyrics - Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine - Cee

Title: Lo - Evening News
Album: Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine
Artist: Cee
Composer(s): Christopher E Martin, Johnny Dankworth, Thomas Decarlo Callaway

Lyric:
And now, the night time

Late in the evening, there is the thieving and the trickin'
And the trappin' and they ain't actin'
We make it happen, we'll get the guns on anyone's
And get to clappin' even for rappin'

Does it surprise ya? We'll readjust
And reconcile and recognize up that I'm a writer
Oh yes I write up, now open wide
And let me put the night inside ya

This is music usually confused with major motion picture
No one is stricter about it being status for scripture
No put on your gut is goin', you're wearin' what don't fit ya
You better run little one, 'cause the rhythm's gonna getcha

And when it hits ya, it usually hits somebody with ya
Make 'em risk a total eclipse of sun to get richer
Baby, a little time and something fine that'll fix ya
With shield love you forgot to remember to miss the

The nightlife, the dark side of the city
Gon' be on 24 inches, and be defenseless
The nightlife, the dark side of my heart
Where no one really knows you and no one supposed you

The nightlife, the dark side of my soul
Where if somebody crossed you, kill 'em up off you
The nightlife, the dark side of the moon
Where the sun is scared to come, give me some

Take me where the darkness is still beautiful
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna go, wanna go

Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha

Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, hey it's gonna getcha
Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha

I'll be your lady, farewell the friend
I'll be honest and I'll pretend
I'll act like I love ya, I'll act like I love ya
You gotta listen to me now

Give me some now

Take me where the darkness is still beautiful

I've been runnin' since rock box, I've cocked locks
And locked blocks, and rocked rocks, and dropped tops
The obviously odd, five foot six inch guard in the flesh
I've been the best, I'll get in your chest and in the mess

In your vest and out your back without even getting out the 'llac
I lied about how I really handled that situation about the AK
I'll hit back if your lead was the only collateral you got I'll get back
Now get flat, say a prayer 'cause shorty want this s*** back, sit back

This chit-chat is pitch black but you can still see what I'm sayin'
And heavy is how I weigh in, niggaz love singin' sad songs
About how bad they want to stay in, either hold out on basketball playin'
Or make use of some yay' then

Lord shooo feel good to me, I promise, I promise
Not to ever, ever leave this night life alone
This me, me too, this me and me three
Have mercy

Take me where the darkness is still beautiful
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna go, wanna go

Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha

Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, hey it's gonna getcha
Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
It's gonna getcha

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Island Life - Lyrics - Damita Jo - Janet Jackson

Title: Island Life
Album: Damita Jo
Artist: Janet Jackson
Composer(s): Catherine Roseann Dennis, Scott Spencer Storch, Janet Damita Jo Jackson

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Lyric:
Come into this sacred and erotic dream
It's a world I know you wanna share
Baby, let's indulge in things that set our bodies free
Promise me that you will meet me there

What better way than to wind down
On streets paved in harmony
I like the sexy sounds from the DJ
Damn, I think he's spinning this one for me

Island in the sun, just you and I will go
Ride into the wave like echo
When I hear that song I wanna be with you
Headed for the nightlife echo

Close my eyes and there you are in front of me
Takin' me to where I wanna go
Baby, from my little shop of curiosities
Boy I'll show you all you need to know, come on baby

What better way than to wind down
On streets paved in harmony
I like the sexy sounds from the DJ
Damn, I think he's spinning this one for me

Island in the sun, just you and I will go
Ride into the wave like echo
When I hear that song I wanna be with you
Headed for the nightlife echo

What better way than to wind down
On streets paved in harmony
I like the sexy sounds from the DJ
Damn, I think he's spinning this one for me

Island in the sun, just you and I will go
Ride into the wave like echo
When I hear that song I wanna be with you
Headed for the nightlife echo

Island in the sun, just you and I will go
Ride into the wave like echo
When I hear that song I wanna be with you
Headed for the nightlife echo

Island life, sunshine and paradise
All night I wanna give it to you
Island life, sunshine and paradise
Every night I'm gonna give it to you

Island life, sunshine and paradise
All night I wanna give it to you
Island life, sunshine and paradise
Every night I'm gonna give it to you

Gimme the high life
Gimme the good life
Gimme the good life
Gimme the good life

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Saturday To Sunday - Lyrics - Levellers

Title: Saturday To Sunday
Artist: Levellers
Composer(s): Jonathan Sevink, Mark Chadwick, Jeremy Cunningham, Charles Heather

Lyric:
Saturday to Sunday's waste
Then Monday's soon around
It's time to leave the nightlife first

And catch the last bus out of town
And the sentiment of the last song that I heard
Stays with me as if I'd written every word

I thought I saw an open door
With a bright light shining through
But what it was I don't recall

I think you've seen it, too
And these are the days and the ways I've known
Dreaming that this bird has flown

And if you burn your fingers in the fire
Remember me and my desire
Might be easier this way

Could be easier that way
It's gotta be easier this way
If you're trying to change the world

I saw a film, just made for me
Said, you've got to walk the line
The day will come when I feed the flames

I'm just biding my time
And these are the days and the ways I've known
Just dreaming that this bird has flown

And if you burn your fingers in the fire
Remember me and my desire
Might be easier this way

Could be easier that way
It's gotta be easier this way

It's gonna be easier this way
Must be easier that way
It's gotta be easier this way
When you're trying to change the world

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This Haunted House - Lyrics - Moe Bandy

Title: This Haunted House
Artist: Moe Bandy
Composer(s): A.L. 'Doodle' Owens S D Shafer

Lyric:
Your fingertips touched me round midnight
And your shadow crossed in front of my nightlife
I've done my best to make it here in this house since you've been gone
But the ghost of your memory stayed home

I've heard your voice from out in the kitchen
Then I saw your face in the mirror wall shavin'
I had to fight to stay here but darling I failed
And tomorrow this haunted house goes up for sale

This haunted house I live in is gettin' to my mind
House that is lock stock and memories if I don't make a dime

I saw some tears in your eyes in that picture
The one that you gave me on our last anniversary
Someone else will have to check the mailbox for your mail
'Cause tomorrow this haunted house goes up for sale
Tomorrow this haunted house goes up for sale

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Hover Near Fame - Lyrics - The New Amsterdams

Title: Hover Near Fame
Artist: The New Amsterdams
Composer(s): Matthew Patrick Pryor

Lyric:
I'll trust as far as I can spit, you can read deep into it
New York nightlife isn't shit without a storyboard
I don't think, much impresses me like a drunk celebrity
You just fall down and fall asleep like the rest

On your way out, don't bother pickin' up your tab
It's a stake out, there's hangin' on with bated breath
You're just milkin' this to death

So sad I have to disappoint, her name is not a selling point
The drinks are better in this joint where everyone's a friend
Not that the nightlife isn't great and if I seem to be irate
Don't have tolerance for fakes, what's to say

On your way out, don't bother pickin' up your tab
It's a stake out, you're hangin' on with bated breath
You're just milkin' this to death

Somewhere the novelty wore thin, every city I was in
There was an actor soaked in gin with and entourage
This is my home away from home, get a barstool of your own
I'll watch you sinkin' like a stone, what a sight

On your way out, don't bother pickin' up your tab
It's a stake out, hangin' on with bated breath
You're just milkin' this for

Access, little we possess
Any other pays the cover but it wouldn't be the same
Excess, destined to impress
You can follow every model but you always try to hover near fame

Access, what little we possess
Any other pays the cover but it wouldn't be the same
Excess, destined to impress
You can follow every model but you always try to hover near fame

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Spottieottiedopaliscious - Lyrics - Outkast

Title: Spottieottiedopaliscious
Artist: Outkast
Composer(s): Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Patrick Brown

Lyric:
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James

Dickie shorts and Lincoln's clean
Leanin' checking out the scene
Gangsta boys, Bigga's lit
Ridin' out talkin' shit

Nigga where you wanna go?
You know the club don't close 'til four
Let's party 'til we can't no more
Watch out here come the folks, damn alone

As the plot thickens, it gives me the dickens
Reminiscent of Charles a lil disco tech
Nestled in the ghettos of Niggaville, USA
Via Atlanta, Georgia
A li'l spot where young men & young women
Go to experience they first li'l taste of the nightlife

Me? Well, I've never been there, well, perhaps once
But, I was so engulfed in the Old "E"
I never made it to the door you speak of hard core
while the DJ sweatin' out all the problems
and the troubles of the day

While this fine bow legged girl fine as all outdoors
Lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear
Competing with "Set it Off," in the right
But, it all blends perfectly, let the liquor tell it
"Hey, hey look baby they playin' our song"

And the crowd goes wild as if
Holy field has just won the fight
But in actuality it's only about 3 A.M.
And three niggas just don' got hauled off in the ambulance

Two niggas don' start bustin'
And one nigga don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout
"Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court?"
This is my interpretation of the situation

Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James

Yes, when I first met my spottieottiedopaliscious angel
I can remember that damn thing like yesterday
The way she moved, reminded me of a brown stallion horse
With skates on you know smooth like a hot comb on nappy ass hair

I walked up on her and was almost paralyzed
Her neck was smelling sweeter than a plate of yams with
Extra syrup, eyes beaming like four karats apiece just blindin'
A nigga felt like I chiefed a whole O of that Presidential
My heart was beating so damn fast never knowing
This moment would bring another life into this world

Funny how shit come together sometimes ya dig
One moment you frequent the booty clubs
And the next four years you and somebody's daughter
Raisin' y'all own young'n that's a beautiful thang
That's if you're on top of your game
And man enough to handle real life situations that is

Can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money
Might not always be sufficient but the
United Parcel Service and the people at the Post Office
Didn't call you back because, you had cloudy piss
So now you back in the trap just that, trapped
Go on and marinate on that for a minute

Damn, damn, damn, J-J-James
Damn, damn, damn, J-J-James
Damn, damn, damn, J-J-James
...

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Bright Lights, Big City - Lyrics - Hustler's P.O.M.E. - Jim Jones

Title: Bright Lights, Big City
Album: Hustler's P.O.M.E.
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Joseph A Jones, Charles Wingate, Norman J. Whitfield

Lyric:
Yeah, turn it up in your head phones
Ya know like that shit sound like rock music
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Yea, my man Bruno just stepped in

You know how we living it up
We all gettin' money
That's what he like to say
Fuck it, it's my life nigga

This is a dream of a hustler
I had the butter and the fiends was in love with us
We copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us
And word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us

Now I was fronting like Rich was and some of my bitches
Was going so hard, got some of us sick thugs
And minor setbacks got some of us tripped up
But the guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya

And fuck the local authorities
And hope the big boys don't pick up my case
'Cause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased
Playing ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base

But the goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd
You know they move with the weapons, get bucks off birds
It's like I'm playing Chicken with my life
Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a price

I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures
It's byrd gang, we doing it big
But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup
You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?

I don't think you want it with them niggas
'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze
We on the road, travel 'cross the globe
All my homies ain't diggin' cheese

Look the nightmares of a trap star
With white tees, Nike air's and my fast car
D.A tryna wrap me in the charge
But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage

Now me rapping what's the odds?
We the last crew standing diplomats now in charge
Yeah, 300 for the light show
Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow

Another 10 grand to watch the dice roll
Trying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go
The bright lights and this big city
I'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me

Range Roving, Big Truck Series
The chain frozen, big chunk jewelry
White girls say he's all semi cool
But you don't want to cost him 'cause he got a short fuse

I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures
It's byrd gang, we doing it big
But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup
You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?

I don't think you want it with them niggas
'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze
We on the road, travel 'cross the globe
All my homies and they get cheese

We live life on reality and we flip white for a salary
You might catch us at the light in the lavish V
But watch them 'Blue And Whites', try and grab a G

Making some chips so the hate's getting thick
Watch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip
Contemplate, maybe take a little trip
Ocean Drive heavy glean in my neck chillin'

Call up cabs, rushing drinks out of 'Wet Willies'
"Eu Seuy O Balling", but y'all foolish
Getting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish
That's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer

'Cause every time I turn I'm getting chained up
They say what they want to search, tryna tame us
I think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous
And my whole crew icey we playing hockey like the rangers

I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures
It's byrd gang, we doing it big
But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup
You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?

I don't think you want it with them niggas
'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze
We on the road, travel 'cross the globe
All my homies ain't diggin' cheese

I don't think you want it with them niggas
'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze
We on the road, travel 'cross the globe
All my homies ain't diggin' cheese

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The Emperor'S New Clothes - Lyrics - Songs From The West Coast - Elton John

Title: The Emperor'S New Clothes
Album: Songs From The West Coast
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Burnie Taupin, Elton John

Lyric:
We bet on our lives and we bet on the horses
In that upstairs apartment on Orlando and fourth
And the rent was due and the rent man was knockin'
Like a Chinese proverb we were always searchin'

Nightlife's a no win but nobody noticed
How we killed off the bottles lookin' good on the surface
The dog days barked and the house cat got old
We were Bonnie and Clyde in the Emperor's new clothes

And the tears never came, they just stayed in our eyes
We refused to admit that we wore this disguise
Every inch of us growin' like Pinocchio's nose
As we walked around in the Emperor's new clothes

We flew by our wits and by the seat of our pants
In the state of illusion in the nation of chance
And the repo was hauling the wreck we'd been drivin'
As the dashboard Madonna smiled back at us kindly

We cheated the system never batting an eyelid
Seeing only the good through the holes in our shoes
And our halos were rusty but we wore them proudly
We were two little Gods in the Emperor's new clothes

And the tears never came, they just stayed in our eyes
We refused to admit that we wore this disguise
Every inch of us growin' like Pinocchio's nose
As we walked around in the Emperor's new clothes

And we were Bonnie and Clyde in the Emperor's new clothes

And the tears never came, they just stayed in our eyes
We refused to admit that we wore this disguise
Every inch of us growin' like Pinocchio's nose
As we walked around in the Emperor's new clothes

Emperor's new clothes
Emperor's new clothes, yeah

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Too Many Parties Too Many Pals - Lyrics - Hank Williams Jr.

Title: Too Many Parties Too Many Pals
Artist: Hank Williams Jr.
Composer(s): Mort Dixon, Ray Henderson, Billy Rose

Lyric:
Too many parties and too many pals
Will break your heart someday
Too many boyfriends and sociable sals
Will drive your sweetheart away

Gentlemen of the jury the judge's speech began
The scene was a crowded courtroom and the judge a sterned old man
This prisoner here before you is a social enemy
A lady of the evening and you know the penalty

Her eyes reflect the nightlife, her cheeks they're red with paint
But I knew her mother gentlemen, why her mother was a saint
Now, I know that she's not like her and yet she might have been
If it hadn't been for pettin' parties, cigarettes and gin

We took the night life off the streets and brought into our own homes
While girls beat time with lipstick and the streaks of saxophones
We opened up the underworld to the ones we loved so well
So tell me gentlemen is it right to send her to a cell?

If she drinks while you taught her and if she smokes you showed her how
So gentlemen do you think it's right to condemn her now?
And when you're in that juryroom just remember there and then
That for every fallen woman why, there's a hundred fallen men

And before you render a verdict on what this girl has done
Just remember there's a man to blame and that man might be your son
Now, gentlemen that's my story my testimony stands
This girl is my own daughter and the case is in your hands

Those Broadway roses and prevalent sounds
At too many parties and too many pals

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Too Many Parties Too Many Pals - Lyrics - Hank Williams

Title: Too Many Parties Too Many Pals
Artist: Hank Williams
Composer(s): Mort Dixon, Ray Henderson, Billy Rose

Lyric:
Too many parties and too many pals
Will break your heart someday
Too many boyfriends and sociable sals
Will drive your sweetheart away

Gentlemen of the jury the judge's speech began
The scene was a crowded courtroom and the judge a sterned old man
This prisoner here before you is a social enemy
A lady of the evening and you know the penalty

Her eyes reflect the nightlife, her cheeks they're red with paint
But I knew her mother gentlemen, why her mother was a saint
Now, I know that she's not like her and yet she might have been
If it hadn't been for pettin' parties, cigarettes and gin

We took the night life off the streets and brought into our own homes
While girls beat time with lipstick and the streaks of saxophones
We opened up the underworld to the ones we loved so well
So tell me gentlemen is it right to send her to a cell?

If she drinks while you taught her and if she smokes you showed her how
So gentlemen do you think it's right to condemn her now?
And when you're in that juryroom just remember there and then
That for every fallen woman why, there's a hundred fallen men

And before you render a verdict on what this girl has done
Just remember there's a man to blame and that man might be your son
Now, gentlemen that's my story my testimony stands
This girl is my own daughter and the case is in your hands

Those Broadway roses and prevalent sounds
At too many parties and too many pals

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If You Wanna Keep An Angel - Lyrics - Some People Change - Montgomery Gentry

Title: If You Wanna Keep An Angel
Album: Some People Change
Artist: Montgomery Gentry
Composer(s): Rivers Rutherford, Tom Shapiro, Troy Gentry

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Lyric:
There's one thing that I've learned in this life
The only thing sweeter than laughter of friends
Is the smile of a woman, you do a little something
To please her now and then

I like the nightlife but I don't wanna be
One of those slouched over in the corner guys
Looking for the game that don't come here no more
Sleeping alone at night

I look a little rough but I've got faith
That I still can change

But I'm no angel, just lucky that I found one
And I never wanna see her slowly flying out of sight
Now I'm not trying to preach it but buddy I believe it
If you wanna keep an angel, you gotta learn to fly right

Oh, it goes without saying
That I've never been the kinda fella who'd walk away
From a good time, bar fight
Late night party at a stranger's place

Thing is that a woman walked into my life shining
Maybe I'm just bathing in her light
Yeah, I know she deserves someone better than me
And I'm trying to be that guy

Truth is this is all new to me
I guess it out of be

But I'm no angel, just lucky that I found one
And I never wanna see her slowly flying out of sight
Now I'm not trying to preach it but buddy I believe it
If you wanna keep an angel, you gotta learn to fly right
If you wanna keep an angel, you gotta learn to fly
You gotta learn to fly right, oh yeah, learn to fly right

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Hood Stuck - Lyrics - Back For The First Time - Ludacris

Title: Hood Stuck
Album: Back For The First Time
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bridges

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Lyric:
Eastside, eastside nigga wha?
(Eastside, eastside nigga wha?)
Westside, westside nigga wha?
(Westside, westside nigga wha?)

Northside, northside nigga wha?
(Northside, northside nigga wha?)
Southside, southside nigga wha?
(Southside, southside nigga wha?)

Good luck, time to get hood stuck
Caldasac trap, Mr. Good Stuff, Ludacris give me 20 push-ups
Last summer, got da hook up, you know what I did
Who'd eva thought up they grew up on one of the bebe kids

Type of rat, sat on my ass and fiendin' for cash
Almost got signed with Puff Puff, but I think I'll pass
Now what we got up 'round here is some 20-20 twins
And whats up in my hand, is a bottle of gin

I love women so I'm in it to win it, in it to green
In it to get in it and get in it again, you got two booties
So you whippin' yo chin and I don't blame you I lay in da sand
Ya'll lay in da snow and make angels

My ice piece dangle, make my chest look older
Touch it and fall apart like yo high school folder
I'm a Trojan man, B.H.S hall supplier
Shady park resident and southside rider

Eastside, eastside nigga wha?
(Eastside, eastside nigga wha?)
Westside, westside nigga wha?
(Westside, westside nigga wha?)

Northside, northside nigga wha?
(Northside, northside nigga wha?)
Southside, southside nigga wha?
(Southside, southside nigga wha?)

Get back, time to get hood jacked, gold chain, took dat
World of ghetto fabulous dopeboys and hoodrats
Be careful what you look at 'cause you lookin' to long
You might go blind in my briefs 'cause my dick is too long

I'm gettin' nutt while I'm singin' this song and there is enough
For everybody in da party, while ya'll hittin' da bong
But ya'll be hittin' my schlong, you play the flute quite nicely
When teeth interrupt, you can watch as I get fiesty

Oh, no, you suckas didn't request back up
Broads I seem to rack up when I pull da gold acta
Get slapped up, drove up da wall, put it in reverse
You can hope for the best, but expect the worst

You at a place like some d's on a hurst
Its quite funny, phat rabbit, playboy bunny
It seems as if that's what I'll need, filthy south and d's
Thats why I roll in from da southside breeze, give it to me now

Eastside, eastside nigga wha?
(Eastside, eastside nigga wha?)
Westside, westside nigga wha?
(Westside, westside nigga wha?)

Northside, northside nigga wha?
(Northside, northside nigga wha?)
Southside, southside nigga wha?
(Southside, southside nigga wha?)

Your pick time to get hood sick, hit 'em wit a good lick
Clean out yo house from da couch to da toothpick
Eastside ruthless, westside leave 'em clueless
My northside mackers got dis broads actin' foolish

And do this for a living while you stuck up in yo cubicle
Nightlife runnin' dis streets, it sounds beautiful
Women break a cuticle, Ballas break bread
Southside, I represent it till I'm dead, what, wha?

Eastside, eastside nigga wha?
(Eastside, eastside nigga wha?)
Westside, westside nigga wha?
(Westside, westside nigga wha?)

Northside, northside nigga wha?
(Northside, northside nigga wha?)
Southside, southside nigga wha?
(Southside, southside nigga wha?)

Eastside, eastside nigga wha?
(Eastside, eastside nigga wha?)
Westside, westside nigga wha?
(Westside, westside nigga wha?)

Northside, northside nigga wha?
(Northside, northside nigga wha?)
Southside, southside nigga wha?
(Southside, southside nigga wha?)

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It'S Time For Love - Lyrics - Don Williams

Title: It'S Time For Love
Artist: Don Williams
Composer(s): Bob Mcdill, Hunter Moore

Lyric:
Well, tonight she came home early
And she watched TV alone
Lately the nightlife doesn't do much for her

It's not that she's not pretty
She could have brought some cowboy home
But the last time that she did, it only bored her

Well, she's tired of crowded places
Singles bars and strangers faces
And she knows there's something missing in her life

It's time for love she's had enough romance
It's time for love, she's tired of one night stands
Anyone can see she's waited long enough

It's time for love she's had her moonlit nights
It's time for love, she's tired of neon lights
She's had everything else but now it's time for love

So she sits down at her mirror
And she brushes out her hair
She thinks about the men that she let hold her

There were some that took her dancing
There were some that took her home
But no one ever took the time to know her

And as the tears start falling
There's a voice inside her calling
And she knows there must be something more than this

It's time for love she's had enough romance
It's time for love, she's tired of one night stands
Anyone can see she's waited long enough

It's time for love she's had her moonlit nights
It's time for love, she's tired of neon lights
She's had everything else but now it's time for love

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