For Your Malice - Lyrics - Lamb Of God

Title: For Your Malice
Artist: Lamb Of God
Composer(s): John Campbell, Chris Adler, Mark Morton, David Randall Blythe, Will Adler

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Lyric:
Welcome home to my reality
So you taste yourself every time?
Bitter must be your pleasure
This your swan song I'll sing for you

I'll cut the words from your mouth
You'll never speak my name again
Locked up and sold the fuck out
Don't think you won't see me again

It'll come back three times
Once in the name of deceit
Twice for your malice
Three times when I take you away

This is a homicide daydream
I won't waste my hate on you
All that you've claimed not to be
Has now come to define you

It'll come back three times
Once in the name of regret
Twice for your envy
Three times when I take you away

Turn on my heels and
Spit apathy
On this bridge you have burnt

Feast on my own blood
I'll drain myself to sleep
I'll rise from death to knife this beast
These last regrets the one I keep

It'll come back three times
Once in the name of deceit
Twice for your malice
Three times when I take you away

Three times when I take you away
Three times when I take you away
Three times when I take you away

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She Cries Your Name - Lyrics - Beth Orton

Title: She Cries Your Name
Artist: Beth Orton
Composer(s): Beth Orton, William Orbit

Lyric:
Falling from the western shore to find yourselves alone again
Wondering where you have been
Your lonely voice calls across the starlit coast
Reaching out to be seen

She cries your name, three times again
She cries your name, how long can this love remain?

Cut beneath the surface screen of what we say and what we seem
Is a trick to be seen
She keeps cryin' out your name, but her scream sound the same
How fickle fate can be

She cries your name, three times the pain
She cries your name, how long can this love remain?

Birds that scream for territory can learn to sing euphorically
Give him time an' he's real
And there's a wasteland in your soul the burned out trees will leave you cold
Livin' out an ideal

She cries your name, three times again
She cries your name, how long can this love remain?

She cries your name, twelve times again
She cries your name, how long can this love remain?

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She Cries Your Name (Super Pinky Mandy Version) - Lyrics - Beth Orton

Title: She Cries Your Name (Super Pinky Mandy Version)
Artist: Beth Orton
Composer(s): Beth Orton, William Orbit

Lyric:
Falling from the western shore to find yourselves alone again
Wondering where you have been
Your lonely voice calls across the starlit coast
Reaching out to be seen

She cries your name, three times again
She cries your name, how long can this love remain?

Cut beneath the surface screen of what we say and what we seem
Is a trick to be seen
She keeps cryin' out your name, but her scream sound the same
How fickle fate can be

She cries your name, three times the pain
She cries your name, how long can this love remain?

Birds that scream for territory can learn to sing euphorically
Give him time an' he's real
And there's a wasteland in your soul the burned out trees will leave you cold
Livin' out an ideal

She cries your name, three times again
She cries your name, how long can this love remain?

She cries your name, twelve times again
She cries your name, how long can this love remain?

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Three Times A Lady - Lyrics - Kenny Rogers

Title: Three Times A Lady
Artist: Kenny Rogers
Composer(s): Lionel Richie

Lyric:
Thanks for the times that you've given me
The memories are all in my mind
And now that we've come to the end of our rainbow
There's something I must say out loud

You're once, twice
Three times a lady and I love you
Yes, you're once, twice
Three times a lady and I love you, I love you

You shared my dreams, my joys, my pains
You made my life worth living for
And if I had to live my, life over again
I spend each and every moment with you

You're once, twice
Three times a lady and I love you
Yes, you're once, twice
Three times a lady and I love you, I love you

When we are together the moments I cherish
With every beat of my heart
To touch you, to hold you, to feel you, to need you
There's nothing to keep us apart

You're once, twice
Three times a lady and I love you
I love you

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Three Times Again - Lyrics - Candiria

Title: Three Times Again
Artist: Candiria
Composer(s): Carley Gervais, John La Macchia, Eric Matthews, Kenneth Schalk

Lyric:
Don't forget the pain, your destination
Break the core of lies in half
Analyze this thought perception
Plead before the jury of my vine
Courteous, generous the fragments that define witness

Synthetic man the DNA master key man made
Tolerable excessiveness
Manufacturing the human product
While the duplicates are paved is thy pallet satisfied?

False blood additives compatible
Snapping the vertebrae revolve around the points
Natural law brilliant forces of attraction celebrate

Incriminating substances spew cattle pressed abrasions
Obligated to advancement inspected thoroughly
Oversized dependency the state of art engines are running
Most cunning crawling pig quench to saturate caressing to obliviate

Do not surround yourself with an assembly of resented fools
They will leave you plummeting to your death never ending recycled pool
Third world dissident my teeth are clenching
Terrorized in digital in a state of importance

Intimidate discontinue the plagued
Convenience three times again
Slipping cyber health omnipresent

Rescue evolvilist evaporate the deserts dry
Release the valves high pressure pure mentalist
Candidate that pacifies send this up to the glands
One for you and me rising strong the unities
Conquering the corrosions

Run from nothing, run from nothing fast
Blinded by the critical the plots shall come to pass
Pull the grin down off
Choking you to death the fall of empires to come unleash

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How Many Times? - Lyrics - The Great Milenko - Insane Clown Posse

Title: How Many Times?
Album: The Great Milenko
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Utsler, Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?

How many times will you honk your horn and say fuck you?
Now what the fuck does that do?
Ya feel better now I didn't let ya pass
How 'bout I stop my car, and beat your fuckin' ass?
How many times will my neighbor beat his wife?
Somewhere in that house there's a butcher knife
Fuckin' drunk, swingin' his fists about
Why don't you wait till he sleeps, and take him out?
How many times will I sit in a hot car?
Traffic jam, been sittin' for a fuckin' hour

Must be an accident, I hope nobody died
Finally get there, and the crash is on the other side
The gawkers roll by and creep slow
Hopin' they can see a mangled body show
Some park, and stand there and watch it all
With their kids, they point, and fuckin' stare and just look
I remember one time I was pulled over
Handcuffed, the cop was like, shows over
People watching, hoping that he shoots me
I just wanted to choke their fuckin' heads

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?

How many times will I wait in a line
It's three thirty, I fuckin' got here at nine
I'm finally up to the front, can't wait another minute
Why am I here? To pay a fuckin' parking ticket
The lady at the counter acts like a fuckin' bitch
No smiles, no help, you're just a piece of shit
I'm gettin' pissed, calm down, fuck it, forget it
Back to my car, and there it is, another ticket

How many times will a crack head smoke crack
And ask me for some money 'cuz he wants crack
Give him money, again, he's coming back
Walk away, and here's another, Gimmie Crack
How many time will a kid give a dirty look
A little punk ass bitch tryin' to be a crook
I wrote the book, I was out robbin' liquor stores
When you were just a nut stain in your mama's drawers

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?

How many times will you steal my car stereo,
It don't even work, ya feel like a bitch, don't ya?
I vacuum all the fuckin' glass off from my seat,
I sit down, and got a piece stuck in my butt cheek
How many times did I walk in, and just sit,
And have to listen, and learn all this bullshit
Learnin' history and science, fuckin' wait
Knowin' that, will that put food on my plate?

Yeah, can I walk into McDonald's, into the counter
And tell 'em you can make limestone from gunpowder
Will they give me a cheeseburger if I know that shit?
Fuck no, fuck you, and shut your fuckin' lip
How many times will a judge decide my fate
Who is he? A bitch nothin' great
He takes shits, and fuck his old floppy wife
Plays with his balls and judges my life

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?

{Dawg, I peels cats all day long, mutha fucka
The call me the big wheeler cat peeler, ya know what I'm sayin'?
I run this whole mutha fucka
The whole block, dawg
They call me the king, the big king, king killer big wheeler cat peeler Yeah That's what they call me around this mutha fucka
I run this bitch
I got this bitch locked down I'm a big gang banga, man
I'm a gang banga mutha fucka
See, they ain't think that we was gang bangin'
Out in this neighborhood
But they don't know about me and my clik, dawg
And if you all wanna be down
Shit, we can sit down and talk
Ya know what I'm sayin'}

{Bobby, get your ass here right now and finish your homework
Here I come, aw dawg I gotta go man
But look, meet me here tomorrow after school
Oh wait I got year book awright meet me here
Around five-thirty tomorrow, dawg awright guys peace
I hope he doesn't get grounded, dude
Yeah, me too 'cause then we couldn't be gang bangers}

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Clay Pigeons - Lyrics - Fair and Square - John Prine

Title: Clay Pigeons
Album: Fair and Square
Artist: John Prine
Composer(s): Michael David Fuller

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Lyric:
I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station gonna get a ticket to ride
Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people I meet and get along with it all

Go down where the people say "y'all"
Sing a song with a friend, change the shape that I'm in
And get back in the game and start playin' again

I'd like to stay but I might have to go to start over again
Might go back down to Texas, might go to somewhere that I've never been
And get up in the mornin' and go out at night
And I won't have to go home, get used to bein' alone
Change the words to this song, start singin' again

I'm tired of runnin' 'round lookin' for answers to questions that I already know
It could build me a castle of memories just to have somewhere to go
Count the days and the nights that it takes to get back in the saddle again
Feed the pigeons some clay, turn the night into day
Start talkin' again, when I know what to say

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna get a ticket to ride
Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people I meet and get along with it all

Go down where the people say "y'all"
Feed the pigeons some clay, turn the night into day
Start talkin' again when I know what to say

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Boyz 2 Men - Lyrics - Canibus

Title: Boyz 2 Men
Artist: Canibus
Composer(s): Germaine Williams, Roosevelt Harrell, Terrence Kelly

Lyric:
Basically, LB Fam to the motherfuckin' death
Park side, Queen's niggaz represent
Long Isle, how we do? They know our style
Represent niggaz in and out the P now
Yo, I could do this mother shit for a while
I don't give a fuck, my rap style be true yo
Eh yo, yo, yo, how we do this

Hey yo we'll back on my South Side, Jamaica part of town
Where us real niggas love to get down
Where you only hear G and P finessin' tracks up on the tape
We stuck in Queens and I'm not tryin' to escape
Yo I'm havin' cess, drinkin', I'm kickin' raps and Emceein
L B for life, kid my way of bein'
It's time to, set up shops, wild in this game and got props
And fuck cops, we puffin' lah wit windows up in drop tops

Nothin' stops my crew from gettin' it we learn from the past
Puffin' on this ounce of weed, I got this drink in my glass
Conversatin' with myself, what does my future hold?
Niggaz is dyin', will I make it past thirty years old?
I can't run, I guess I gots to hold it down till I'm done
What the fuck's the deal? I been doin' this here from day one
Official Queen's nigga, be a Lost Boy till my death
Until I breathe the mothafuckin' last breath

Eh yo from boyz 2 men, we're strictly Fam, no longer friends
Let's keep it thorough, I hold it down till it's on again
Until we meet again, yo I'm back up on the street again
I'm tryin' to take it, throw out my nine but pack the heat again
Eh yo from boyz 2 men, we're strictly Fam, no longer friends
Let's keep it thorough, I hold it down till it's on again
Until we meet again, yo I'm back up on the street again
I'm tryin' to take it, throw out my nine but pack the heat again

My mind is reachin' twice that size than it only did last year
Three times it's likely to feel clear
A+, I transform into a super emcee
With super vocals quicker than Superman can find a phone booth
The whole truth nothin' but the whole truth, I roast you
Thermonuclear vocals get hotter that in Shanobal
The double O, we ever sold just abide nuclear explosions
Exposin' radiation like a vulcan

I'm the only guy that knows why the golden eye was stolen by five
Soviet spies, they told me to lie, they don't want to hear the God spit
Chop my hands off at the armpits but I regenerate limbs
Like Star fish, comin' at you with the hard shit
Swallow my beeper and page myself so I can communicate
With a dolphin, lyrical arson rush the planet like a million martians Committin' arson, walkin' the tarpits in India
With snake charmers that place all the weight down

Yo, A+, fuck the nonsense I got the reinforcements
To crush any enemies offense with a hundred thousand Horsemen
And the hardest muthafucka on the market right here
I'll complete in a minute what would take you a light year
Extra-terrestrial biological entities with infinite energy
Battling for world supremacy, who wanna get touched, the Can-I-Bus
Will crush you with hard jigsaw puzzles and strong jaw muscles

Ambushin' emcees jumpin' out the trees like Vietnamese in fatigues
Covered with leaves, interrogatin' you wack emcees like MIB's
With dark glasses, askin' you to tell me exactly where that alien craft
Landed by flashing bright lights in your eyes with those silver gamas
So when you revive you can't recall or understand it
That's how the Canibus keeps tabs on the planet
I use amnesia to neutralize public panic
And take advantage of opportunities to do damage

I pierce your heart with evil thoughts
The only thing faster then tha speed of light is the speed of dark
With the jaws of a great white shark I rip you apart
My state-of-the art lyrical lasers is razor sharp
Splatter the brain matter of my enemies
With the same bullet trajectory that murdered John Kennedy
In the back of his cranial cavity which is actually
What happens to any motherfucker for tryin' to battle me

Eh yo from boyz 2 men, we're strictly Fam, no longer friends
Let's keep it thorough, I hold it down till it's on again
Until we meet again, yo I'm back up on the street again
I'm tryin' to take it, throw out my nine but pack the heat again
Eh yo from boyz 2 men, we're strictly Fam, no longer friends
Let's keep it thorough, I hold it down till it's on again
Until we meet again, yo I'm back up on the street again
I'm tryin' to take it, throw out my nine but pack the heat again

Eh yo from boyz 2 men, we're strictly Fam, no longer friends
Let's keep it thorough, I hold it down till it's on again
Until we meet again, yo I'm back up on the street again
I'm tryin' to take it, throw out my nine but pack the heat again
Eh yo from boyz 2 men, we're strictly Fam, no longer friends
Let's keep it thorough, I hold it down till it's on again
Until we meet again, yo I'm back up on the street again

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As The World Keeps Turning - Lyrics - The Aftermath - Dr. Dre

Title: As The World Keeps Turning
Album: The Aftermath
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): Harold Peter Jr Moret, Alex Singleton, Lashawn Turner, Micheal Lynn, Flossy P Chris Taylor

Lyric:
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined

I flow like CD's in the deck
Moosh fools in the face that lack respect
Protect ya arm, pitch from the funk
I deodirise the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you can't bust G

So leave me alone I'm in the zone
Walkin' the streets on my own, nigga get blown
Some niggas say that nigga Where is gone
But I'm low in the cut and gotta microphone
Are you gone bust or play bones?

You motherfuckin' clone, get off that nigga's style and get'cha own
It's Miscellanea and it's on again
For the niggas that slept, they shoulda stayed in step
And kept ya big fuckin' mouth shut

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined

I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache
Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, slept so long realized my world is wrong
My world is gone like disco, blowin' up Cisco in my Cammo
Standin' in back of me was my soul

Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll
Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold
A tar can of hos to lubricate my system quick
Shaky bitches off the dick

'Cos she got a vice grip on the flow from my lips
I'm slow but equipped with the proper tools
Show me the one talkin' shit so I can drop a fool
I'm out to glow a nigga roll if he think he Mr Cream

Come back on the scene and smoke a Phillie, G
I really dream of gettin' mine now let me tell you what's silly
Me, buckin' with my team is murder one
I heard a gun bustin' shots, down the block

I guess a nigga gettin' what he got
Shit is heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas to smoke niggas
I'll fuck one for y'all, they made ya last phone call
To a trick that didn't even care

'Cos she was gettin fucked somewhere, you're stuck in there
Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you wanna kill, nigga
Nigga how ya feel? You can't try to be real
Shit is for real

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined

I'm cooler than most, but I got the shorter temper
And I'm cooler than foes that don't know how it goes
Let's take it back to the first side
When you was a new jack and jockin' my new track

But you was wrong, didn't know about the big long
Head-strong, nicknamed Dav from off the school yard
With a teenage group I'm turnin' loots to tracks
Me and my niggas like

You wanna know what the hos used to do
When me and my crew came bustin' through
All sorts of blushin's brew
Underground till my brown eyed balls turned blue

This is for the bitches and niggas that wanna front
I smoke on, I broke on till I spoke on
Miscellanea packin' shows like Farrakhan
Where is on another level with two niggas that's on the same plateau

Now that's three times your tightest flow
And three times ya tightest track
Three times your fattest sack
Three times is clever

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined

Thou shalt rest in grief who lay buried in the belt
Barely included work, leaves bodies scarred and hurt
To art in hell, where the next man dwells
The place with stankin' pussy and crack rock dwells

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Happy Endings - Lyrics - All American Rejects

Title: Happy Endings
Artist: All American Rejects
Composer(s): Nick Wheeler, Tyson Ritter

Lyric:
Time does tell that even if they say so
She'd be the one that would know
That I did do what I've done
And I, I wouldn't call it cheating
I'd just say I was leading her on
Why walk while I run away

You, you ask me what went wrong
Me, I'll write you this last song
Please, just tell me one way we can win
One, more thing before I go
Two, the one who loves me so
Three, don't make me count to three again

Happy endings
Just what did you do, if you're a dream then come true
Stop pretending
That what you mean isn't what you say
Hopeful dreaming
Of times before the pain, wishing it was still the same
Loving, leaving
Round and round and round we go again

Walks alone, have often lead to thinking
My love for you is sinking
To what seems an all time low
Or high, the limits' never ending
And don't you know I'm sending
There's no venture I won't go for you

You, you ask me what went wrong
Me, I'll write you this last song
Please, just tell me one way we can win
One, more thing before I go
Two, the one who loves me so
Three, don't make me count to three again

Happy endings
Just what did you do, if you're a dream then come true
Stop pretending
That what you mean isn't what you say
Hopeful dreaming
Of times before the pain, wishing it was still the same
Loving, leaving
Round and round and round we go again

She walks away, she talks away
She walks away
She walks away, she talks away
Away, away, hey, hey

Happy endings
Just what did you do, if you're a dream then come true
Stop pretending
That what you mean isn't what you say
Hopeful dreaming
Of times before the pain, wishing it was still the same
Loving, leaving
Round and round and round we go again

Happy endings
Just what did you do, if you're a dream then come true
Stop pretending
That what you mean isn't what you say
Hopeful dreaming
Of times before the pain, wishing it was still the same
Loving, leaving

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Compton 2 Fillmoe - Lyrics - Game

Title: Compton 2 Fillmoe
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Tom, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles

They can't cop what the bricks'll cost
But we stay in the lane to maintain in the 6 to floss
Leather gloves with the tips to toss
But the money was made from conversation had to clip the boss

Smash down at the V.I.P.
Street smarts is crucial for young niggaz in the CX-3
Drop Jag with the price to pay
'Cause the bags was heavy my chain swangin' like a ice capade

Got the feds lookin' twice this way
'Cause we shuffle the P's in different places that the [unverified] name
Compton to Fillmoe man the game is real
When you turn 15 get your stainless steel

Whole squad been trained to kill, we official
And switch to get rich now we after the meals
Hard times got cakes for 3
When it's havin' a bundle we break bread for the safe and flee nigga

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles

I got guns, guns, guns, guns, guns all over the club
We in V.I.P. strapped, security know that
25 deep, guns up under the throwback
That new R. Kelly shit sound like Bobby Womack

Black Wall Street in HURR, nigga where the hoes at
We got sour diesel, three cases of Hypnotiq
And more guns than the Nickerson Projects
Niggaz don't want beef with me
'Cause they know they gotta pay for talkin' shit but the sheets is free

And ain't nuttin' to shoot the club up
You don't want drama in this motherfucker throw them dubs up
Jacob got the wrists on chill
And N.W.A. chain glow like the memory of Ill Will
Relax your mind and let your drawers feel free
You're now rollin' to the sound of the Game and JT

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles

But you can't come with the rest of her friends
Cause you know I'm a boss and won't play cause she short on my ends
Make rounds from the back of the Benz
With the [unverified] that kid with frog eyes with the corners to bend

The things we go through I'm beatin' ya brains
Got some homies next do' and I picked up the Game
While they knockin' on the do' I get deep in ya dame
Gotta charge you a G just for speakin' my name

I'm not eatin' your chocha or payin' for the coach ma
I'm a pimp like 50, the nigga to leave you broke ma
6 in the mornin', you stretchin' on the sofa
Singin', "Ain't No Nigga" like Foxy Brown and Hova

I fuck 'em dogstyle with Billys and Novas
With or without chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the both of us
You know what it is, the gangster's back
And I keep my banger at where my chain hang at
I'm ghetto

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles

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Compton 2 Fillmore - Lyrics - Game

Title: Compton 2 Fillmore
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Tom, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles

They can't cop what the bricks'll cost
But we stay in the lane to maintain in the 6 to floss
Leather gloves with the tips to toss
But the money was made from conversation had to clip the boss

Smash down at the V.I.P.
Street smarts is crucial for young niggaz in the CX-3
Drop Jag with the price to pay
'Cause the bags was heavy my chain swangin' like a ice capade

Got the feds lookin' twice this way
'Cause we shuffle the P's in different places that the [unverified] name
Compton to Fillmoe man the game is real
When you turn 15 get your stainless steel

Whole squad been trained to kill, we official
And switch to get rich now we after the meals
Hard times got cakes for 3
When it's havin' a bundle we break bread for the safe and flee nigga

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles

I got guns, guns, guns, guns, guns all over the club
We in V.I.P. strapped, security know that
25 deep, guns up under the throwback
That new R. Kelly shit sound like Bobby Womack

Black Wall Street in HURR, nigga where the hoes at
We got sour diesel, three cases of Hypnotiq
And more guns than the Nickerson Projects
Niggaz don't want beef with me
'Cause they know they gotta pay for talkin' shit but the sheets is free

And ain't nuttin' to shoot the club up
You don't want drama in this motherfucker throw them dubs up
Jacob got the wrists on chill
And N.W.A. chain glow like the memory of Ill Will
Relax your mind and let your drawers feel free
You're now rollin' to the sound of the Game and JT

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles

But you can't come with the rest of her friends
Cause you know I'm a boss and won't play cause she short on my ends
Make rounds from the back of the Benz
With the [unverified] that kid with frog eyes with the corners to bend

The things we go through I'm beatin' ya brains
Got some homies next do' and I picked up the Game
While they knockin' on the do' I get deep in ya dame
Gotta charge you a G just for speakin' my name

I'm not eatin' your chocha or payin' for the coach ma
I'm a pimp like 50, the nigga to leave you broke ma
6 in the mornin', you stretchin' on the sofa
Singin', "Ain't No Nigga" like Foxy Brown and Hova

I fuck 'em dogstyle with Billys and Novas
With or without chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the both of us
You know what it is, the gangster's back
And I keep my banger at where my chain hang at
I'm ghetto

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars

Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles

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Never Gonna Fall In Love Again - Lyrics - 21 At 33 - Elton John

Title: Never Gonna Fall In Love Again
Album: 21 At 33
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Tom Robinson, Elton John

Lyric:
Never meant to be so friendly
Never made the room look nice
Never heed a word of warnin'
Never take my own advice

I got a brand new problem
Pretty and she's 5 foot 10
I been in love three times this week
I'm just about to fall again

I don't want to fall in love
Never gonna fall in love, again
I don't want to fall in love
Never gonna fall in love
Never gonna fall in love, again

Never meant to be so sexist
It's so hard to overcome
Trying hard to fight the feeling
Lechery can be such fun

'Cause everywhere there's lots of foxes
And every cat I meet's a tom
I wish, she didn't make me rabid
I wish, she wouldn't turn me on

I don't want to fall in love
Never gonna fall in love, again
I don't want to fall in love
Never gonna fall in love
I'm never gonna fall in love, again

'Cause everywhere there's lots of foxes
And every cat I meet's a tom
I wish, she didn't make me rabid
I wish, she wouldn't turn me on

I don't want to fall in love
Never gonna fall in love, again
I don't want to fall in love
Never gonna fall in love
I'm never gonna fall in love

I don't want to fall in love
Never gonna fall in love, again
I don't want to fall in love
Never gonna fall in love
I'm never gonna fall in love, again

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Three Minute Boy - Lyrics - Marillion

Title: Three Minute Boy
Artist: Marillion
Composer(s): Steve Hogarth, Mark Kelly, Ian Mosley, Steve Rothery, Pete Trewavas

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Lyric:
Here today, gone this afternoon
Another tune, we almost remember
What's the story? Sex and drugs again
Business as usual, the clock's already ticking

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

When he was young, staring at the TV
He watched the fun happenin' to other people
Now, they scream as they run after him
Like a dream, like Elvis and The Beatles

A three minute song is all he wrote
He only did it for a joke
They played him on the radio
From Tokyo to Timbuktu

A three minute boy, ain't that somethin'?
They named their children after him
The good times rolled beneath his feet
He skipped along the one-way street

She's a pretty girl, she don't know how it started
She made a movie, he almost remembered
She measured up, they moved into a basement
"We're so in love", they giggled to the nation

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

Three minute millionaire they said
The numbers rattled 'round his head
They spun him three times round the globe
She waited patiently at home

And all the pretty girls wanted him
In places that he'd never been
Too much love will do you in
Forgive, forgive, forgive, forgive

Three minute kid is here again
Surrounded by three minute friends
He found someone to understand
To shock the world and hold his hand

No religion, no restraint
No direction, no complaints
No future and no way out
No time now to think about it

All the money's gone
He don't know what they spent it on
Girlfriends gone off with the jag
She gone back to her mum and dad

He's curled up on the studio floor
He just can't do it anymore
The flashgun went off without warning
He'll read about it tomorrow morning

She's goin' out with someone new
In this week at number two

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Z - Do It Again - Lyrics - Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter - Jay

Title: Z - Do It Again
Album: Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Kyambo Joshua, Dwight Grant, Dana Stinson

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Lyric:
Roc-a-fella, y'all know what this is
We givin' y'all five seconds to put your drink down
And report to the dance floor immediately
All the bustas we givin' y'all five seconds to get close to a exit
It's about to get real ugly in here
Five seconds is up, let's go

Throw the hands up
Throw the hands up, niggaz
Throw the hands up, bitches
Throw the hands up, bustas
Throw the hands up, hustlers
Throw the hands up, whores
Throw the hands up, busters
Throw the hands up, Mac

You know how Mac come through on the club tip
Everybody real deep on that thug shit
Cop Cris' spray the club on that thug shit
Cop frisks suits snub in the club quick
Told y'all real high, when I come you can try
If you want, you can die, if you want to
We hittin' whores on the floor, whole crew be wild
Bitch, back that ass up like Juvenile
When my peeps come to spend a dime apiece

You know Mac come through with a line of freaks
Every bitch on the hit be a 9 at least
We gettin' head on the floor, while you grindin' freaks
Whole squad get it down like this
Whole squad buyin' rounds of Cris'
Whole squad got they crowns on wrist
Whole squad got a pound of twist
Whole squad got a pound to spit, case a clown wanna flip

Mac never slip in the club, told y'all niggaz four-fifth in the club
If a nigga wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the club
You know how niggaz get in the club
Shit you know how I be, all high in V.I.P. rollin' up to B.I.G.
Niggaz be all liquored up, talkin' shit
'Til they man gotta come and pick 'em up
Got bitches in the back bouncin' to, jigga what
You got your hands up and I ain't even stick y'all up

Everybody get it up
Throw the hands up
Everybody get it up
Throw the hands up

12 A.M. on the way to the club
1 A.M. DJ made it erupt
2 A.M. now I'm gettin' with her
3 A.M. now I'm splittin' with her
4 A.M. at the waffle house
5 A.M. now we at my house
6 A.M. I be diggin' her out
6:15 I be kickin' her out
7 A.M. I'm a call my friends
12 A.M. we gon' do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again

By the way, yo
How the fuck you gon' talk about M C's on our heel?
When we just cop them things homie the chromey wheels
Both arms are chunky the sleeves on chill
Any given times 100 G's in your grill
Don't talk to me 'bout MC's got skills
"He's alright, but he's not real"
Jay-Z's that deal, with seeds in a field
Never fear for war, hug, squeeze that steel

Fuck, you gotta a flow that's cool with me
You got a little dough that cool with me
You got a little cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers could fool with me
You know the wrist frostbit minus two degrees
'Bout as blue as the sea the way I maneuver the V
Hat cocked can't see his eyes, who could it be?
With that new blue Yankee on, who but me?

Niggaz shipped two million, then I blew the three
Then I skated the four, 'fore I went on tour
I came back and it's plain, y'all niggaz ain't rappin' the same
Fuck the flow, y'all jackin' our slang
I seen the same shit happen to Kane
Three cuts in your eyebrows tryin' to wild out
The game is ours, we'll never foul out
Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out
Throw yo' hands up, niggaz, bitches, bustas
Hustlers, fuck that

12 AM on the way to the club
1 A.M. 'bout to shake the butt
2 A.M. now I'm checkin' the mix
3 A.M. now he buyin' me drinks
4 A.M. exit the club
5 A.M. think he gettin' some butt
6 A.M. nigga still ain't bust
6:15 nigga will get up
7 A.M. gotta tell my friends
12 A.M. I'm a do it again, uh, uh
I'm, I'm, I'm a do it again
12 A.M. I'm a do it again, let's go

12 A.M. on the way to the club,
1 A.M. DJ made it a rub
2 A.M. now I'm gettin' with her
3 A.M. now I'm splittin' with her
4 A.M. at the waffle house
5 A.M. now we at my house
6 A.M. I be diggin' her out
6:15 I be kickin' her out
7 A.M. I'm a call my friends
12 A.M. we gon' do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again
Let's go

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13 X Forever - Lyrics - Garbage

Title: 13 X Forever
Artist: Garbage
Composer(s): Douglas Elwin Erickson, Steve W Marker, Bryan David Vig, Shirley Ann Manson

Lyric:
Thirteen times you with my karma
And thirteen times I fucked up your dogma
You taught me to hate
You taught me to crawl

You raised your hand as you raised the bottle
You knock me down but it made me stronger
The harder you hit
The harder you fall

And this one is for my mother
What will I do without her
Don't look back
Don't even bother

And this one is for the father
Who loves his little daughter
Thought I am
Don't even bother

You can freak out about me
But you'd lose your mind without me
You thought you could see right through me
But it made no difference to me
Anyway, anyway

A free reign gave you ammunition
To play the game and other women
And something just snapped
And cracked in my brain

A thirteen times I sucked up inside me
The different ways that you tried to harm me
You did it once
You'll do it again

And this one is for my sister
You dare to denigrate her
Don't look back
Don't even bother

And this one's for my lover
The one who had to suffer
Thought I am
Don't even bother

You can freak out about me
But you'd lose your mind without me
You thought you could see right through me
But it made no difference to me
Anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway

Thirteen times
(One)
Thirteen times
(Two)
Thirteen times
(Three)
Thirteen times
(Four)

Thirteen times
(Five)
Thirteen times
(Six)
Thirteen times
(Seven)
Thirteen times
(Eight)

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Me Myself And I - Lyrics - Dangerously In Love - Beyonce Knowles

Title: Me Myself And I
Album: Dangerously In Love
Artist: Beyonce Knowles
Composer(s): Beyonce Knowles, Scott Storch, Robert Waller

Lyric:
All the ladies if you feel me
Help me sing it out

I can't believe I believed everything we had would last
So young and naive of me to think she was from your past
Silly of me to dream of one day havin' your kids
Love is so blind, it feels right when it's wrong

I can't believe I fell for your schemes, I'm smarter than that
So dumb and naive to believe that with me you're a changed man
Foolish of me to compete when you cheat with loose women
It took me sometime but now I moved on because I realized I got

Me, myself and I, that's all I got in the end
That's what I found out and there ain't no need to cry
I took a vow that from now on
I'm gon' be my own best friend

Me, myself and I, that's all I got in the end
That's what I found out and there ain't no need to cry
I took a vow that from now on
I'm gon' be my own best friend

Controlling to say that you love me but you don't
Your family told me one day I would see it on my own
Next thing I know I'm dealing with your three kids in my home
Love is so blind, it feels right when it's wrong

Now that it's over, stop callin' me, come pick up your clothes
Ain't no need to front like you're still with me, all your homies know
Even your very best friend try to warn me on the low
Took me some time but now I am strong because I realized I've got

Me, myself and I, that's all I got in the end
That's what I found out and there ain't no need to cry
I took a vow that from now on
I'm gon' be my own best friend

Me, myself and I, that's all I got in the end
That's what I found out and there ain't no need to cry
I took a vow that from now on
I'm gon' be my own best friend

Got me, myself and I
(I know that I will never disappoint myself)
I must have cried a thousand times
(All the ladies, if you feel me, help me sing it out)

I can't regret time spent with you
(Yeah, you hurt me but I learned a lot along the way)
So I have vowed to make it through
(After all the rain you'll see the sun come out again)

All I've got me, myself and I
(I know that I will never disappoint myself)
I must have cried a thousand times
(All the ladies, if you feel me, help me sing it out)

I can't regret time spent with you
(Yeah, you hurt me but I learned a lot along the way)
So I have vowed to make it through
(After all the rain you'll see the sun come out again)

Got me, myself and I
(Me, myself and I)
I must have cried a thousand times
(I have cried so many times)

I can't regret time spent with you
(I can't regret time spent with you)
So I have vowed to make it through
(After all the rain you'll see the sun come out again)

Got me, myself and I
(I know that I will never disappoint myself)
I must have cried a thousand times
(If you cried a thousand times, ladies, you will survive)

I can't regret time spent with you
(Yeah, ya hurt me but I learned a lot along the way)
So I have vowed to make it through
(I can see the sun shine, I can't be myself and I)

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Child Again - Lyrics - Beth Nielsen Chapman

Title: Child Again
Artist: Beth Nielsen Chapman
Composer(s): Beth Chapman

Lyric:
She's wheeled into the hallway
Till the sun moves down the floor
Little squares of daylight
Like a hundred times before
She's taken to the garden
For the later afternoon
Just before her dinner
They return her to her room

And inside her mind
She is running
She is running in the summer wind
Inside her mind
She is running in the summer wind
Like a child again

The family comes on Sunday
And they hover for a while
They fill her room with chatter
And they form a line of smiles
Children of her children
Bringin' babies of their own
Sometimes she remembers
Then her Mama calls her home

And inside her mind
She is running
She is running in the summer wind
Inside her mind
She is running in the summer wind
Like a child again
(Like a child again)
Like a child again

Raining, come out and play with me
(It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring)
And bring your dollies three
(Bumped his head on the edge of the bed)
Climb up my apple tree
(Never got up in the morning)
Slide down my rain barrel
(Rain, rain, go away)
Into my cellar door
(Come again another day)
And we'll be jolly friends
(Little Johnny wants to play)
Forevermore
(Some more)

And inside her mind
She is running
She is running in the summer wind
(Running)
Like a child again
(Running in the summer wind)
Like a child again

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Singles Night - Lyrics - Keshia Chante

Title: Singles Night
Artist: Keshia Chante
Composer(s): Paul Brown, Alex Greggs, Daniel O'Donoghue, Mark Sheehan

Lyric:
Lately, baby, you make me feel
Like I'm not a priority
Frankly, baby, to treat me this way
Who gave you the authority?

It's not supposed to feel like this
And I refuse to feel like this
Do I have to mention the lack of attention
That you've been showing me?

Say, you wanna leave, go
Calling my girls to let 'em know
Warned you 'bout me from the go
I won't take this, hell no

If your Kickin' with your boys tonight
I'm alright, it's singles night
(Just go)
I'm gettin' crazy with my girls tonight
And I'm alright, it's singles night
(Just go)

If you don't feel like coming back again
Don't think again, stay with your friends
(Just go)
I'm gettin' crazy with my girls tonight
And I'm alright, it's singles night
(Just go)

So, go, do what you do, that's cool with me
If that's cool with you
So don't, I won't, come home at three
I'll be at the party

From now on it will be like this
You rolled the dice, you took a risk
I won't ever mention the lack of affection
That you've been giving me

Say, you wanna leave, go
Calling my girls to let 'em know
Warned you 'bout me from the go[unverified]
I won't take this, hell no

If your Kickin' with your boys tonight
I'm alright, it's singles night
(Just go)
I'm gettin' crazy with my girls tonight
And I'm alright, it's singles night
(Just go)

If you don't feel like coming back again
Don't think again, stay with your friends
(Just go)
I'm gettin' crazy with my girls tonight
And I'm alright, it's singles night
(Just go)

Here's to all the times you never listened to me
Never listened to me
Here's to all the times that you've been lying to me
You've been lying to me

If your Kickin' with your boys tonight
I'm alright, it's singles night
(Just go)
I'm gettin' crazy with my girls tonight
And I'm alright, it's singles night
(Just go)

If you don't feel like coming back again
Don't think again, stay with your friends
(Just go)
I'm gettin' crazy with my girls tonight
And I'm alright, it's singles night
(Just go)

If your Kickin' with your boys tonight
I'm alright, it's singles night
(Just go)
I'm gettin' crazy with my girls tonight
And I'm alright, it's singles night
(Just go)

If you don't feel like coming back again
Don't think again, stay with your friends
(Just go)
I'm gettin' crazy with my girls tonight
And I'm alright, it's singles night
(Just go)

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