Top Of My Head - Lyrics - David Wilcox

Title: Top Of My Head
Artist: David Wilcox
Composer(s): David Patrick Wilcox

Lyric:
The top of my head shines through my haircut
Even when I brush, shape and style
Top of my head smiles at the young man
Telling me I must have been alive awhile

The top of my head shows up in pictures
Don't it make me look so strange
I guess I only see my used-to-be
And everybody's seen me change

On the top of my head I got a suntan
My top's down for the sunny day
It's so strange to be a grown man
Wonder how I got that way

I can't believe all that time I wasted
Worried 'bout the hair I lack
Sometimes I catch myself lean in the mirror
Wonderin' if it's growing back

On the top of my head
The top of my head

Never mind telling me all about distinguished company
Yeah well, well sure it looks great on them
But that's a few great men
Who made a difference in history

See it only looks right on a great man
With a lifetime of great things done
But time has got tight, it's gotten late, man
I'd like to think that I've just begun

But there's no sense riding in a big black stetson
It's nothing I can hide away
And they say every hair on the head is a counter
But so is every single day, anyway

On the top of my head
Top of my head
The top of my head

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The Top Of My Head - Lyrics - Gerald Levert

Title: The Top Of My Head
Artist: Gerald Levert
Composer(s): Randall Bowland, Andre Fischer, Gerald Levert, Niles Mckinney, D Wolinski, Flemuel Brown

Lyric:
Ooh, oh baby, come on baby
I just wanna groove one time, oh

Come here, let me talk to you, say
I'm here tryin' to get you into the mood, baby, ooh
Into my room, wanna groove with you, yeah
(Take it off)

Lay you down on my pillow
Ain't no limit to how far I might go, no

I'm in the mood, we're gonna groove
Till the morning time
Till the sun shines, yeah
Till I hear you say

Ooh baby, don't cha stop it now, say
Ooh, sugar, it's time for you to go down there
Ooh baby, I wanna give it good, say
I'm gonna be your man
Said, I'm tryna do my best at
At the top of my head

I'm in the mood and you in the mood
I wanna groove, 'cuz I'm feeling you
I'm in the mood and you in the mood
I wanna groove, 'cuz I'm feeling you

I'm in the mood and you in the mood
I wanna groove, 'cuz I'm feeling you
I'm in the mood and you in the mood
I wanna groove off the top of my head

Ain't tryna give you no old corny lies
(Just take it off)
Just wanna do what it takes to make you mine
Baby, I'm in the mood and I wanna groove with you
One time, two times, three times, baby
(All night)

Till I hear you say
Ooh, baby, please don't stop it now, say
Ooh, baby, you could turn this ass around
Ooh, sugar, I wanna make it good
Now come here sugar
And all of this is off the top of my head

I'm in the mood and you in the mood
I wanna groove, 'cuz I'm feeling you
I'm in the mood and you in the mood
I wanna groove, 'cuz I'm feeling you

I'm in the mood and you in the mood
I wanna groove, 'cuz I'm feeling you
I'm in the mood and you in the mood
I wanna groove off the top of my head

Lovin' totally, all over yours and my body
You like it right there?
Do ya like it down there?
What about here, baby?

Till I hear ya say
Ooh, baby, I feel like I never felt
Ooh, baby, the love you give gon' make me mad
Ooh, sugar, don't stop what you do to me
I wanna make ya feel like you live in ecstasy
Oh, top of my head

I'm in the mood and you in the mood
I wanna groove, 'cuz I'm feeling you
I'm in the mood and you in the mood
I wanna groove, 'cuz I'm feeling you

I'm in the mood and you in the mood
I wanna groove, 'cuz I'm feeling you
I'm in the mood and you in the mood
I wanna groove off the top of my head

I'm in the mood and you in the mood
I wanna groove, 'cuz I'm feeling you
I'm in the mood and you in the mood
I wanna groove, 'cuz I'm feeling you

I'm in the mood and you in the mood
I wanna groove, 'cuz I'm feeling you
I'm in the mood and you in the mood
I wanna groove off the top of my head

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Be Country - Lyrics - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry - Petey Pablo

Title: Be Country
Album: Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry
Artist: Petey Pablo
Composer(s): Moses Barrett Iii, Chris Sholar

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Lyric:
I'm gonna be country till the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
To the deep and depth of my soul
From the top of my head
Down to my air force ones

Til the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

Would I ever leave here?
Naw I can answer that without even thinking about it
I am Carolina, you know, north and south, you know
It give my folks a since of it can happen for you

To lookup and see my ridin' around somewhere
Doing my thug thizzle you know, I can't leave here
I know ain't no way in the world
They need me, I need them

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
To the deep and depth of my soul
From the top of my head
Down to my air force ones

Til the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

What it feel like to be on the road with Petey Pablo
Something I never experienced before
Yeah, I remember when I first met you
You was just getting out of the pen
Told me how hungry you was

Now you there, you made it
I appreciate everything you done for me
Taking me on the road with you
Showing me the finer things in life
Thank you

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
To the deep and depth of my soul
From the top of my head
Down to my air force ones

Till the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

Hi, I'm [ Incomprehensible] for MTV news
Petey Pablo than gone crazy
Naw I ain't dog I'm just tripping man
That's what I do man I have fun, I mean
You know what I mean
Jive, put me on there label because they knew
Barry White seen the vision, you understand what I'm saying
And he believed in me man and I really appreciate it

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
To the deep and depth of my soul
From the top of my head
Down to my air force ones

Till the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

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On Top Of You - Lyrics - Insomniac - Enrique Iglesias

Title: On Top Of You
Album: Insomniac
Artist: Enrique Iglesias
Composer(s): Johnta Austin, Mikkel Eriksen, Tor Erik Hermansen, Enrique M Iglesias, Hallgeir Rustan

Lyric:
Baby, you?ve been given feeling to me all night
And I can?t leave unless you leaving with me tonight
Now it?s not difficult to tell, oh, baby you selecting
And I think you selecting me to lead you, baby can?t you see

I wanna leave with you, gotta take you home
I can see it inside my head, oh
That if I leave with you and I get you home
Baby, you?re gonna love what I do
When I?m on top of you, when I?m now on top of you

There?s no need for us to see the future tonight
I just wanna live inside this moment all night
No, It?s not difficult to tell, baby, I?m attractive
That?s the way you make me feel, I wanna lead you, baby can?t you see

I wanna leave with you, gotta take you home
I can see it inside my head, oh
That if I leave with you and I get you home
Baby, you?re gonna love what I do
When I?m on top of you, when I?m now on top of you

Something I can?t divine
But your eyes tell the story
When my love fills you up
You?ll never come down, no, you?ll never come down

I wanna leave with you, gotta take you home
I can see it inside my head, oh
That if I leave with you and I get you home
Baby, you?re gonna love what I do

I wanna leave with you, gotta take you home
I can see it inside my head, oh
That if I leave with you and I get you home
Baby, you?re gonna love what I do when I?m on top of you
Baby, you?re gonna love what I do when I?m on top of you

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Voices In My Head - Lyrics - No Cure For Cancer - Dennis Leary

Title: Voices In My Head
Album: No Cure For Cancer
Artist: Dennis Leary
Composer(s): Denis Leary, Chris Phillips

Lyric:
I want you to get a gun
And head on down to Washington
And I want you to climb up high
High in the sky and shoot them all

Th-th-they, d-d-don't deserve to live
What did they ever give to you?
Na na na na na

You know what I want you to do?
I want you to go upstairs to that apartment
Where that guy keeps playing that Barry Manilow record
Copacabana over and over and over again

I want you to ring the doorbell
And when he answers the door
I want you to stab him in the neck
With a number 2 pencil over and over and over again
Because he must pay, chop him up, put him in the freezer
And as you leave the apartment, light the place on fire

Voices in my head, these are
The voices in my head
Voices in my head these are
The voices in my ear
You should dress up like a clown

Hi, you never called me back
I got the pictures back from Thanksgiving
I don't know why you wear that earring?
If your father was alive, I don't know what he'd say

I was talking to Mrs. Corelli yesterday
You know Bobby Corelli who was in your grade?
He got promoted again in his law firm
He's making 175,000 a year now, are you on drugs?

Why don't you ever call me back?
When are you gonna get married son?
Isn't it about time you settled down and got yourself a wife
And got yourself a house and got a kid and got a car
And got a dog and got a lawnmower and got a nice picket fence

Voices in my head, these are
The voices in my head
Voices in my head
These are the voices in my head
The voices in my head
Why, why is it every time I gotta wait on a fuckin' line?

Why is it every time I turn on my television set
I gotta see Sally Struthers and those starving kids?
Why can't somebody just send her a check
And shut her and those god damn kips up?
Where's Rob Reiner when you need him?

Why, why don't they drop the bomb
Right on top of everyone?
Na na na na na

Voices in my head, these are
The voices in my head
Voices in my head these are
The voices in my head

Voices in my head, these are
The voices in my head
Voices in my head these are
The voices in my head

Voices in my head, these are
The voices in my head
Voices in my head these are
The voices in my head
Stop, stop, stop when you're singing

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Just One Of Those Days - Lyrics - Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince

Title: Just One Of Those Days
Artist: Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
Composer(s): Willard Smith, Jeffrey Townes

Lyric:
Have you ever in your life experienced a day
Where nothin' at all seems to go your way
No matter how hard you try to get out of the rut
You just could not break the string of bad luck

A day where Murphy's law takes over your life
And you just can't seem to do a darn thing right
And when the day was over you just had to say
You said "Man it's just one of those days"

My day started off kind of cool I brushed my teeth I combed my hair
And I got dressed and went to school
I stopped at the store for a breakfast snack
A tasty cake and orange juice and a bubble yum pack

About that point I proceeded to class
I spoke to all the pretty girls that I passed
I went to my room which was on the first floor
I had no idea what I was in for

I sat in my desk and minded my own business
Someone knocked on the door the teacher said, "Who is it"
This girl walked in my imagination ran wild
She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled

I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said, "What's wrong with you fool are you some kind of nut"
The teacher turned around while my arm was extended
She looked me in the face and said, "Prince you're suspended"

I said, "Your trippin' it's just a bad habit"
She put it in my face she must've wanted me to grab it
I pleaded my case but she wrote the pink slip
Then I just shoke my head I said, "I don't believe this"

She sent me to the head of the discipline staff
I tried to play it off so I started to laugh
I said, "Ha ha this story is great"
It's a big misunderstandin' one big mistake

He didn't think that it was funny he didn't even smile
He said, "Mmm, mmm, mmm you're an unlucky child"
I stopped laughin' and I said, "Why is that"
He said, "Just get out my school and don't you ever come back"

I said, "Wait this is my school and you're tellin' me to leave it"
He handed me my books and said, "Yep you'd best believe it"
As I walked out the school back at the wall I did gaze
And said, "Man it's just one of those days"

I woke up around a quarter to eight
I wiped the sleep from out my eyes and I was feelin' great
I flipped my radio on and to my utter surprise
I thought that it was eight o'clock but it was half past nine

I hopped up and put my feet on the floor
Ran to the bathroom then I hit my foot on the door
The pain was immense as it started to throb
I said, to hell with broken toes I was losin' my job

So I combed my hair then I brushed my teeth
Threw my Fila suit and my Fila sneaks
Threw my Fila underwear and my Fila hat
Then I ran downstairs and kicked the Fila cat

I grabbed my jacket then I grabbed my keys
Then I prayed out loud car start please
The car started but what good was that
I couldn't drive it anyway because the tires were flat

I did the hundred yard dash to the top of my block
Then I grabbed a dollar bill from my left sweat sock
The bus pulled up I was late and kind of nervous
I got real mad because the sign said, "Out of service"

I started hikin' it I wasn't likin' it
I saw a little kid I stole his bike and started bikin' it
I thought I got away but when I ducked around the corner
There was twelve cop cars I said, "I'm a goner"

Slamed on the break I did 180 turn
Peddled the bike so fast I heard the rubble burn
With the cops in hot pursuit I started feelin' like a jerk
I thought man all of this 'cause I was tryin' to get to work

I could've got away I almost had 'em shook
'Til this girl walked by somethin' said, "Not to look"
But I thought what the heck a little peek can't hurt
But she made me miss the sign that said, "Men at work"

I screamed out loud as I crashed through the baracade
I saw my whole life flash before my face
I felt kind of dizzy all I saw was stars
I put my hands over my eyes and settled on the handle bars

That was stupid I got off track
Because about that point everythin' went black
The next thing I remember is a head ache naggin'
I woke up face down in the back of a paddy wagon

I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dead
A big flinstone lump on the side of my head
They took my picture and my finger prints
I said, "Wait you can't arrest me I'm the fresh prince"

I demand that you release me you incompetent fool
You can't arrest me I'm the prince you know the rules
You got five seconds 'fore I punch out your lights
But then the cop pulled out his gun I said, "Ha ha psyche"

I had a call so I called my boss
I figured I might as well what else could be lost
Boss I'm sorry that I couldn't make it today
He said, "What are you talkin' about you're off today is Saturday"

Stuck in a cell scared as hell
I'm a hungry kind of tired and I hate this awful smell
Maybe one day I'll get smart and change my ways
But for now it's just one of those days

It's just one of those days

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Jingling Baby - Lyrics - Ll Cool J

Title: Jingling Baby
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Dennis Coffey, B Latture, James T Smith, Dwayne Simon

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Lyric:
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

Uncle L, Future of the Funk Records, I recorded minus all the junk
People spread gossip and believe what they must
But I slam dunk and make 'em bite the dust
A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed
And put him in a bucket like it's chicken feed
Check out the pick of the litter, not a quitter, I'm nice
And I'ma dust you off and dust you off twice

You never heard this so observant all hysterical fan
Natics of the Asiatic Miracle Man
Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I'm Real
Another brother's fan? Forget how you feel
He's so so, I got the instinct, they call me Deputy Dog
Now put your booty in the clink
You dance to the Marty Mars remix single love
Let me see your earrings jingle love

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

I chopped you, chewed you, baked you and stewed you
That stopped you pop, you need to stop, you're kind of rude you
No good niggaboo tryin' to base
How we livin' Holmes? Get out my face
I'm complete, in effect, and I can't fall
I rise, suprise, and I advise you all
to stand back and peep, don't sleep or doubt
My skill'll get ill, I turn the mother out

I'm top notch, you're playin hop-scotch
Now I'ma do ya while the party people watch
You're real funny, you really try to go for yours
But I know why you ain't had no dough before
So you tried and lied to drain my fame
This ain't a game, yo, you know my name
Innovatin', devastatin' and dope on a single, now
Dance on my remix single

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

When you first walked in, I ain't know what to think
'Cause you grabbed the microphone like your booty don't stink
And tried to run down that I can't get over that
Job a too, you were sayin' you call that a battle rap?
How you gonna go against an army with a handgun?
I'm L..L, if you don't understand, son, I'm a legend, on top of that I'm livin'
Now you look boogy like that bum Ms.Givens

Whoever geesed you nah, how should I say it?
Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it
'Cause man, yo, I feel for you brother, I'm a bad word to the mother
Takin' out suckers while the ladies pucker
Rollin' over punks like a redneck trucker
Innovatin', devastatin' they dope on a single, now
Lemme see your earrings jingle

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
Right now

Jjinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Yeah, go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Come on go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Yeah, do it, baby

Can't believe you tried to grip the same mic as me
Your grip's too weak, you can't hold it, B
You can dream of makin' progress and gettin' this nice
But when I roll up, it's like Hip Hop Vice
Serve the curbs, I never swerve I'm superb
Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves
Played your hand, lost track of your plan
When I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man

Play you like a poker chip, that's what you get
I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met
The titan of fightin', excitin' when writin', you triflin' toy boy
I gotta enlighten, so start bitin'
You know you can't create and get mean like this
When I'm on the court G, it's strictly Swish

When it's all over, said and done, my friend
They say, L..L Cool J just scored again
So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop
Here's your token back, you're gettin' off at the next stop
I'ma deliver and give my speech with vigor
Pass the wine cool you big black

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Yeah, go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

I used to stay in New York City
I used to stay in New York City
I used to stay in New York City
I used to stay in New York City

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Jinglin' Baby (Remixed But Still Jinglin') - Lyrics - Ll Cool J

Title: Jinglin' Baby (Remixed But Still Jinglin')
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Dennis Coffey, B Latture, James T Smith, Dwayne Simon

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Lyric:
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

Uncle L, Future of the Funk Records, I recorded minus all the junk
People spread gossip and believe what they must
But I slam dunk and make 'em bite the dust
A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed
And put him in a bucket like it's chicken feed
Check out the pick of the litter, not a quitter, I'm nice
And I'ma dust you off and dust you off twice

You never heard this so observant all hysterical fan
Natics of the Asiatic Miracle Man
Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I'm Real
Another brother's fan? Forget how you feel
He's so so, I got the instinct, they call me Deputy Dog
Now put your booty in the clink
You dance to the Marty Mars remix single love
Let me see your earrings jingle love

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

I chopped you, chewed you, baked you and stewed you
That stopped you pop, you need to stop, you're kind of rude you
No good niggaboo tryin' to base
How we livin' Holmes? Get out my face
I'm complete, in effect, and I can't fall
I rise, suprise, and I advise you all
to stand back and peep, don't sleep or doubt
My skill'll get ill, I turn the mother out

I'm top notch, you're playin hop-scotch
Now I'ma do ya while the party people watch
You're real funny, you really try to go for yours
But I know why you ain't had no dough before
So you tried and lied to drain my fame
This ain't a game, yo, you know my name
Innovatin', devastatin' and dope on a single, now
Dance on my remix single

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

When you first walked in, I ain't know what to think
'Cause you grabbed the microphone like your booty don't stink
And tried to run down that I can't get over that
Job a too, you were sayin' you call that a battle rap?
How you gonna go against an army with a handgun?
I'm L..L, if you don't understand, son, I'm a legend, on top of that I'm livin'
Now you look boogy like that bum Ms.Givens

Whoever geesed you nah, how should I say it?
Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it
'Cause man, yo, I feel for you brother, I'm a bad word to the mother
Takin' out suckers while the ladies pucker
Rollin' over punks like a redneck trucker
Innovatin', devastatin' they dope on a single, now
Lemme see your earrings jingle

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
Right now

Jjinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Yeah, go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Come on go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Yeah, do it, baby

Can't believe you tried to grip the same mic as me
Your grip's too weak, you can't hold it, B
You can dream of makin' progress and gettin' this nice
But when I roll up, it's like Hip Hop Vice
Serve the curbs, I never swerve I'm superb
Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves
Played your hand, lost track of your plan
When I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man

Play you like a poker chip, that's what you get
I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met
The titan of fightin', excitin' when writin', you triflin' toy boy
I gotta enlighten, so start bitin'
You know you can't create and get mean like this
When I'm on the court G, it's strictly Swish

When it's all over, said and done, my friend
They say, L..L Cool J just scored again
So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop
Here's your token back, you're gettin' off at the next stop
I'ma deliver and give my speech with vigor
Pass the wine cool you big black

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Yeah, go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

I used to stay in New York City
I used to stay in New York City
I used to stay in New York City
I used to stay in New York City

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Hate It Or Love It (G Unit Remix) - Lyrics - Massacre - 50 Cent

Title: Hate It Or Love It (G Unit Remix)
Album: Massacre
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): C Jackson, M Valenzano, Harris A Lyon, J Taylor, Baker Felde

Lyric:
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh-huh

Comin' up I was confused, my mommy kissin' a girl
Confusion occurs, comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, probably out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check, check out 'My Melody'"

I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat
If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope

Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next mornin', niggaz had stolen my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

I told Dre from the gate "I'd carry the heat for ya"
First mixtape song I inherited beef for ya
Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G for ya
Put Compton on my back when you in need of soldiers

At my last show I threw away my N.W.A. gold
I had the whole crowd yellin', "Free Yayo"
So niggaz better get up outta mine
For I creep and turn your projects into Columbine

And I'm rap's MVP
Don't make me remind y'all what happened in D.C.
This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us 'cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend

And it seems your lil' rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly South
Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
Who gave the West coast mouth-to-mouth?

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

From the beginnin' to the end, losers lose, winners win
This is real we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in is full of pressure and pain
I thought it would change it's stayin' the same

How many of them boys is witcha'?
When you had that little TV, you had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walking with a snub, 'cause niggaz do a lot of slick talkin'
In the club 'til they coughin' on the rug
Ain't never had much but a Walkman and a bud

My role model is gone snortin' up his drug
Bad enough they want me to choke
My boy just got poked in the throat
Now it's an Auggie shirt and my coat

Now I'm speedin', reminiscin', holdin' my weed in
Never listen if I see him I'ma lift 'em
And maybe that'll even the score
But if not, it'll be me on the floor

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

I started out at 15, scared as hell
I took 30 off a pack and made them sales
As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
With that lil' deuce-deuce and my triple fat goose

Sippin, 'Easy Jesus', rockin' a leases
My momma wit me when she found my pieces
I look back on life, thank God I'm blessed
We the best on the planet so forget the rest

You know I'm still nice with my cook game
Look man, it's a hood thang that's why I'm loved in Brooklyn
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time homey, I'm still all good

Let me show you what a thug 'bout I'm born to die
I took the bullets outta 50 put 'em in my fo'-five
And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

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Jingling Baby (Remixed But Shill Jingling) - Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Title: Jingling Baby (Remixed But Shill Jingling)
Album: Mama Said Knock You Out
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Dennis Coffey, B Latture, James T Smith, Dwayne Simon

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Lyric:
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

Uncle L, Future of the Funk Records, I recorded minus all the junk
People spread gossip and believe what they must
But I slam dunk and make 'em bite the dust
A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed
And put him in a bucket like it's chicken feed
Check out the pick of the litter, not a quitter, I'm nice
And I'ma dust you off and dust you off twice

You never heard this so observant all hysterical fan
Natics of the Asiatic Miracle Man
Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I'm Real
Another brother's fan? Forget how you feel
He's so so, I got the instinct, they call me Deputy Dog
Now put your booty in the clink
You dance to the Marty Mars remix single love
Let me see your earrings jingle love

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

I chopped you, chewed you, baked you and stewed you
That stopped you pop, you need to stop, you're kind of rude you
No good niggaboo tryin' to base
How we livin' Holmes? Get out my face
I'm complete, in effect, and I can't fall
I rise, suprise, and I advise you all
to stand back and peep, don't sleep or doubt
My skill'll get ill, I turn the mother out

I'm top notch, you're playin hop-scotch
Now I'ma do ya while the party people watch
You're real funny, you really try to go for yours
But I know why you ain't had no dough before
So you tried and lied to drain my fame
This ain't a game, yo, you know my name
Innovatin', devastatin' and dope on a single, now
Dance on my remix single

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

When you first walked in, I ain't know what to think
'Cause you grabbed the microphone like your booty don't stink
And tried to run down that I can't get over that
Job a too, you were sayin' you call that a battle rap?
How you gonna go against an army with a handgun?
I'm L..L, if you don't understand, son, I'm a legend, on top of that I'm livin'
Now you look boogy like that bum Ms.Givens

Whoever geesed you nah, how should I say it?
Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it
'Cause man, yo, I feel for you brother, I'm a bad word to the mother
Takin' out suckers while the ladies pucker
Rollin' over punks like a redneck trucker
Innovatin', devastatin' they dope on a single, now
Lemme see your earrings jingle

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
Right now

Jjinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Yeah, go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Come on go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Yeah, do it, baby

Can't believe you tried to grip the same mic as me
Your grip's too weak, you can't hold it, B
You can dream of makin' progress and gettin' this nice
But when I roll up, it's like Hip Hop Vice
Serve the curbs, I never swerve I'm superb
Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves
Played your hand, lost track of your plan
When I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man

Play you like a poker chip, that's what you get
I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met
The titan of fightin', excitin' when writin', you triflin' toy boy
I gotta enlighten, so start bitin'
You know you can't create and get mean like this
When I'm on the court G, it's strictly Swish

When it's all over, said and done, my friend
They say, L..L Cool J just scored again
So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop
Here's your token back, you're gettin' off at the next stop
I'ma deliver and give my speech with vigor
Pass the wine cool you big black

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Yeah, go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

I used to stay in New York City
I used to stay in New York City
I used to stay in New York City
I used to stay in New York City

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How Gangstas Roll - Lyrics - Get Money, Stay True - Paul Wall

Title: How Gangstas Roll
Album: Get Money, Stay True
Artist: Paul Wall
Composer(s): Marvin P Gaye, James Nyx, Crystal Slayton, Paul Michael Slayton, Leroy Williams

Lyric:
You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back
Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed

Any day of da week, new grill, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll

I'm higher than a top flite, throwed 'em like a splitter
My pockets keep gettin' bigger 'cuz I'm one bad figga
Boppas 'n' gold diggaz on the track, at work
I'm hurtin' feelins in dat Benz wit a deuce and a Squirt

I'm a filibuster for hustlers, invadin' dem mark bustaz
Leanin' like I'm on crutches as I ski taste slurp
Swangin' and woodworkin', convertin' these closed curtains
For certain, I better not spill no purple drank on my shirt

I'm hustle for occupation, I'm grindin', paper chasin'
These boys are steady hatin', so this pistol, I'm embracin'
Dat Lac is so amazin' and da elbows is skatin'
Cranker wires 'n' vogue tires, one hell of collaboration

Amos, Farris 'n' Slaton, we, Jordan, Jackson 'n' Pippen
Banana clip for dem snitches tryin' to monkey wrench my pimpin'
Never been caught slippin' 'cuz dat glock, I hold
Now let me tell ya how I roll, come on

You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back
Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed

Any day of da week, new grill, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll

I'm comin' down in a candy Lac, old skool
Wavin' trunk on dem punks, act a fool
Tippin' paint, drippin' wet like a pool
Breakin' brews, neck cool, it's full of jewels

Rumor is dat dem jackass on da sideline, schemin' and plottin'
But my mind on dem boppaz, if I spot 'em I got 'em
I got slabs, I got foreigns wit da seats, all plush
I got brandy wine gloss, baby, please don't touch

I got 20s, I got 4s I got screens and such
Boppaz yappin' 'cuz they say I tend to cap too much
I got starch in my jeans and da crease so sharp
Headlights on my ear when the night get dark

White ones on my toes, brand new, out the box
Interior decorate the watch, I'm connectin the dots
I got stocks, I got money, that's a fat billfold
Now let me tell ya how I roll, come on

You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back
Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed

Any day of da week, new grill, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll

Hatin' is so contagious, these days, there's no cure
This new outbreak creatin' is out of hand for sure
These boys are steady lyin', my money is multiplyin'
Look close, there's no denyin', them boys softer than fur

Killa kush smoke, I blow as the lungs inhale
Gangsta leanin' on dat oil, I got a story to tell
Laws trippin' when they see me askin', "What's that smell?"
Raw FedEx-ed me some x pills, we call it email

Lights, camera, action, I'm the shit and I show it
A young gangsta hood boy, so fly and I know it
Steady breakin' boys off, 5 karat in earlobe
Givin' somethin' that you can feel, my swangas is in vogue

I'm too cool for school, all work no play
Impeccable with this pen, I got somethin' to say
My repertoire is throwed, I follow the G code
Let me tell ya how I roll, come on

You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back
Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed

Any day of da week, new grill, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll

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40 - My Drinking Club - Lyrics - Tha Hall of Game - E

Title: 40 - My Drinking Club
Album: Tha Hall of Game
Artist: E
Composer(s): Kevin Q. Gardner, Louis King, Robert Lee Redwine Jr., Dulon Stevens, Earl Thomas Stevens

Lyric:
Step right up, from the East to the West, from the North to the South
Sign up right here, your scheduled membership to the drinkin' club

They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club

E-40 in the C L I C, stuck up in the house party top celebrity
Burpin' and gurpin', gel chin the bourbon, lurkin' around I'm seein'
All kinda broads from outta town, top hots, tycoons, big cheeses
Plus the perpetual Jahahnjawel priestess
Homies and lurkers and things like that up under the vertical shade
Rovers in lamborghinis swimming pink bikinis, lingerie

Tryin' to knock her big ass by all bus lights on Fridays
If you're not a member of my drinking club, sideways
What kind of motherfuckin' perculatoins you niggaz
Got up in the refrigerator

Who wanna join my drinkin' club, sign up the legislature might
Not know how to read and write but I do know how to count money
You can call me Lieutenant Fuck a Hoe but all the ruskie runny
You can dip but don't screw up, speakers on sub
Beat your ass, my drinking club

They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club
They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club

I got you perved on some of the righteous, who's the tightest
I'm down with pipes fifth and gallons of the finest nitrous
Oh girl, now pass the joint to the nigga, big head
Where I hear about your scheamin' but the rotations I don't jinn
Who dog sin? Big fin is what I'm rollin'

You know how I do, I got bunny boo, boo, grippin' and totin'
Fools be pimpin', we guaranteed to have you spittin'
Bobcat tight, while I'm pullin' secure out my linen
I'm nothin' but a baller, alkaholic bitches pop my collar
Tearin' down pussy walls in your motherfuckin' daughter

M O S, S I E, M U G and K I V, always to with E-40
Hit the air like cubes by a liquor store
Motherfuckers better know we gets down like that
Straighten up, beer mugs, my drinkin' cup bitch

They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club
They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club

So damn deep, I can't call it, I guess I'm just an alkaholic
Huh, dagnabbit, doggonit, ya Hillside hillbilly vomit
Back and forth to the bathroom constantly all the actors gather up
And watch me get super twisted highly afflicted every day a cherry
Go on my body and throw up on the bartender

Pull out a wad of money, ballers up to par, treat the whole party
By buyin' up the bar sharp pain and orange juice got my moose up
Stainless artichokes, tequila poppies, Medusas, better prepare
Myself for the upset stomach, oh, stop by the M.P.
On the way home and pick up a bottle of Pepto-Bismol

Step right up now last call for alcohol
Get your hurricane gorilla member here ya, monsters

That's right, 'cause when we and my motherfuckin' entourage
Get together and we come back from a motherfuckin' concert
And the after party jumpin' off, I wanna see IDs, we got video cameras
We checkin' all you bastards under 21 or under 18 or whatever however
Ya, understand that you better have your membership card
If you wanna come join my motherfuckin' drinkin' club
Understand that bitch

It's the drinkin club, we gets to' back main
Once you drink with us, you won't be the same
The drinking club, we can't slow down main
We're gonna drink you all, we got a monster pit, that's right
I wanna get high, I wanna get loaded and tuck
Throw up, and drink again

It's the drinking club, we gets to' back main
Once you drink with us, you won't be the same
The drinking club, we can't slow down main
We're gonna drink you all, we got a monster pit
I wanna get high

They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club
They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club

They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club
They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club

They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club

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Hold Ya Head - Lyrics - Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 2pac

Title: Hold Ya Head
Album: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tyrone Wrice, Tupac Amaru Shakur

Lyric:
My homeboys in Clinton and Rikers Island
All the penitentiaries
Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo, Sekon
All the political prisoners
San Quentin, who can save you, all the jail houses
I'm with you

Yeah, one thug, one thug
You're listenin' to the sounds of one, thug
(How do we keep the music playing?)
One thug, one thug
You're listenin' to the sounds of
(How do we get ahead?)

I wake up early in the mornin', mindstate so military
Suckers fantasizin' pictures of a young brother buried
Was it me, the weed or this life I lead
If daytime is for suckers then tonight we bleed

Out for all that, knowin' that this world bring drawbacks
Look how this shit, bump, once I deliver these raw raps
Meet me at the cemetery dressed in black
Tonight we, honor the dead, those who won't be back

So if I die, do the same for me, shed no tears
An Outlaw, thug livin' in this game for years
Why worry, hope to God, get me high when I'm buried
Knowin' deep inside only a few love me

Come rush me to the gates of Heaven, let me picture for a while
How I lived for my days as a child, I wonder now
How do we outlast, always get cash
Stay strong if we all mash, hold ya head

How do we keep the music playing
(Yes, you got to hold ya head)
How do we get ahead
(Hold your head)
Too many young black brothers are dying
(Yes, you got to hold ya head)
Livin' fast, too fast

Yo, these felonies be like prophecies beggin' me to stop
'Cause these lawyers gettin' money every time they knock us
Snatchin' pockets lyrically, suckers flea when they notice
Switched my name to Makaveli, half the rap game closed

Exposed foes with my hocus pocus flows they froze
Now suckers idolize my, chosen blows
And mo' money mean litigatin, mo' playa hatin'
Got a cell at the pen for me waitin', is this my fate?

Miss me with that misdemeanor thinkin', me fall back?
Never that, too much Tequila drinkin', we all that
Make them understand me, if not I slang my posse
Everyone with me is family 'cause everybody's got me

Watch me paint a perfect vision, this life we livin'
Got us all meetin' up in prison
Last week I got a letter from my road dog, written in blood
Saying, "Please show a playa love", hold ya head, hold it

How do we keep the music playing
(Yes, you got to hold ya head)
How do we get ahead
(Hold your head)
Too many young black brothers are dying
(Yes, you got to hold ya head)
Livin' fast, too fast

The weed got me tweakin' in my mind, I'm thinkin'
God bless the child that can hold his own
Indeed, enemies bleed when I hold my chrome
Let these words be the last to my unborn seeds

Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed
Currency means nothin' if you still ain't free
Money breeds jealousy, take the game from me
I hope for better days, trouble comes naturally

Running from authorities 'til they capture me
And my, aim is to spread mo' smiles than tears
Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years
Maybe Mama had it all right, rest yo' head

Tradin' conversation all night, bless the dead
To my homies that I used to have that no longer roll
Catch a brother at the crossroads
Plus nobody knows my soul, watchin' time pass
Through the glass of my drop top Rolls, hold ya head

How do we keep the music playing
(Yes, you got to hold ya head)
How do we get ahead
(No matter how hard it get, feel me, come on)
(Hold your head)

Too many young black brothers are dying
(Get the weed, drink a drink, read a book)
(Yes, you got to hold ya head)
Livin' fast, too fast
(Watch the stars, get some pussy, whatever)

How do we keep the music playing
(Yes, you got to hold ya head)
How do we get ahead

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Bang Your Head - Lyrics - Gravediggaz

Title: Bang Your Head
Artist: Gravediggaz
Composer(s): Arnold Hamilton, Anthony Berkeley, Robert Diggs, Paul Huston

Lyric:
Bang your head, bang your head
Bang your head, bang your head

You are not the same that I was when I was younger
I'm old with the Clan from my land, down under
Deep in the darkness, just like you regardless
Of who? It's obvious, we, ha

So lounge in my burial ground, boy, my despot
I build my house on top of Salem's Lot
Front porch, bloody, back yard, muddy
Like Amityville, a family kills

Force of humanity, drove me to insanity
Duel in all my rivalries, I speak of profanity
Motherfuck this, motherfuck that
Bang your, head

Bang your head, bang your head
Bang your head, bang your head

Here comes the killer with the GraveDigga sword, gimme room
Like Devils in a Ouiji board I'm spellin' doom
Ever since six, throwin' mad stones
And six catchin' Vicks on a graveyard shift

Thinkin' ain't a new phenom because my crew is on
Spots'll blow like nuclear bombs
With the killer instinct, rhymes are in sync
B-B-B-Bang your head 'til it shrinks

Midnight marauder, bodies are gettin' slaughtered
Bring a cross and a bucket of holy water
You'll still'a be cajoled, 'cause the motherfuckin' Gravediggaz
Come up your body, just like a klepto

Let's go, to the graveyard spot
Count up the knots
On the bodies that got dropped
So bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang your head, bang your head
Bang your head, bang your head
Bang your head, bang your head
Bang your head, bang your head

Gatekeep, yo, I creep with the evil intent to represent
The course, the night, a swarm with the dark force
The killer brigade, twelve o'clock starts the raid
Torch is lit, oh Rio Grade

Feel no pain those exposed to the raven
Deep in every step, a blunt like Wes' Craven
Yo! I eject the fume that spells doom
The wickedest flow, sweep ya up like a broom

'Cause in the shadowy graves, of Medina high
You're one step away from the arena of death
Boom, bang, here I am, The Bezerk
The ruthless killer, I do work

Dark forces thick
Motherfuckers for rea
Here's a tale from the crypt
Bang your head

Bang your head, bang your head
Bang your head, bang your head
Bang your head, bang your head
...

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May Da Funk Be Wit 'Cha - Lyrics - Da Brat

Title: May Da Funk Be Wit 'Cha
Artist: Da Brat
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Shawntae Harris

Lyric:
Now back from the 6 O 6 4 4 full of indo
Untypical is that bad ass ho
B to the R to the A to the T
Ain't no bitch is this industry that can see me
The city of C H I is where I'm from
The 3rd motherfucker to drop the bomb on the bomb
And here I come steady breakin' bustas off
Up to bat is da brat and ain't a damn thing soft

About me, no doubt the B R A T
Is all up in that ass for the motherfuckin' ninety's
So funkdafied who can be this lady
Brat westside bustin' like a 380
From the top of my head to the sole of my feet
Broke down, smoked out, locced out is she
That bitch that'll hit ya get ya
And when you bumpin' up my shit may da funk be wit 'cha

Fall into the groove of the waxin'
Let my music take you high
Lay back kick it and enjoy the ride
And move that body from side to side
Fall into the groove of the waxin'
Let my music take you high
Lay ,kick it and enjoy the ride
And move that body from side to side

A real fresh voice over top of low frequency
Is the chain like connection between you and me
Why? 'Cause I got that bump de bump
And baby you got them humps in your trunk
So it's on, lay back nigga we fin to ride
I gotta get high, I gotta get mine
Baptized all up in this funky shit
Fired up is that bitch that you just can't fuck with

I got what you need do you wanna fly?
This is your brain on drugs and I
Have been captured taken over by
The captivating strength of the most funkdafied high
It's like fire locked in my bones
Get smoked the fuck out, it's the funk bring it on
And that's how I hit ya
And when you bumpin' up my shit may da funk be wit 'cha

Fall into the groove of the waxin'
Let my music take you high
Lay back kick it and enjoy the ride
And move that body from side to side
Fall into the groove of the waxin'
Let my music take you high
Lay back, kick it and enjoy the ride
And move that body from side to side

Hypnotized by a motherfucker puttin' it down
It's da brat watch your back when I'm in your town
'Cause I gotta be funky, I gotta be me
I gotta be that same bitch from the streets
A woman of my clad
Comin' up with the motherfucking funk so I know my track
Can you feel it do you hear what I hear?
Nothin' but the funk bumpin' up in your ear

Double S O definitely
So locced out that it's just so S O crazy
Brat on that ass fallin' back once more
Getting filled on full with that shit from the ghetto
You better ask somebody if you don't know
I'm from Chicago and you can't fade this ho
And that's how I get ya
And when you bumpin' up my shit nigga take the funk wit 'cha

Fall into the groove of the waxin'
Let my music take you high
Lay back kick it and enjoy the ride
And move that body from side to side
Fall into the groove of the waxin'
Let my music take you high
Lay back, kick it and enjoy the ride
And move that body from side to side

Yeah yeah

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With Me - Lyrics - I'm Already There - Lonestar

Title: With Me
Album: I'm Already There
Artist: Lonestar
Composer(s): Brett James, Troy Verges

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Lyric:
Sometimes I feel just like a fly in a soup bowl
Sometimes I feel like I'm on top of a heap
Sometimes I feel like I'm the king of the castle
Sometimes I feel like just a bump on a street

I got my highs and lows
Some days it's touch and go
But baby, this I know

When you're with me, I feel like singing
It's like I'm swinging the whole planet on the end of my chain
Oh, when you kiss me, my head starts spinnin'
It's like you're sending the adrenaline straight to my brain
And it feels right as rain, all my worries wash away when you're with me

You are a lazy summer day on a porch swing
You are a night running wild on the town
My red Ferrari racing me down a back street
My pick-me-up when I'm a little bit down
No matter where I go, whatever dice I roll, baby, this I know

When you're with me, I feel like singing
It's like I'm swinging the whole planet on the end of my chain
Oh, when you kiss me, my head starts spinnin'
It's like you're sending the adrenaline straight to my brain
And it feels right as rain, all my worries wash away when you're with me

When you're with me
I got my highs and lows
No matter where I go
Oh, baby, this I know

When you're with me, I feel like singing
It's like I'm swinging the whole planet on the end of my chain
Oh, when you kiss me, my head starts spinnin'
It's like you're sending the adrenaline straight to my brain
And it feels right as rain, all my worries wash away

Oh, when you're with me, oh yeah
And when you're with me
When you're with me, I feel like singing
My head starts spinnin', it feels right as rain
when you're with me, oh yeah

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