Rockin' Robin - Lyrics - Sorry's Not Enough / Friday Night - Mcfly

Title: Rockin' Robin
Album: Sorry's Not Enough / Friday Night
Artist: Mcfly
Composer(s): Leon Rene, Jimmie Thomas

Lyric:
He rocks in the tree tops all day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and singing his song
All the little birdies on Jaybird Street
Love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet

Rockin' robin, tweet tweet tweet
Rockin' robin' tweet tweetly tweet
Blow rockin' robin
'Cause we're really gonna rock tonight

Every little swallow, every chickadee
Every little bird in the tall oak tree
The wise old owl, the big black crow
Flappin' their wings singing, go bird, go

Rockin' robin, tweet tweet tweet
Rockin' robin' tweet tweetly-tweet
Blow rockin' robin
'Cause we're really gonna rock tonight
Yeah, yeah

Pretty little raven at the bird band stand
Told them how to do the bob and it was grand
They started going steady and bless my soul
He out bopped the buzzard and the oriol

He rocks in the tree tops all day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and singing his song
All the little birdies on Jaybird Street
Love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet

Rockin' robin, tweet tweet tweet
Rockin' robin' tweet tweetly tweet
Blow rockin' robin
'Cause we're really gonna rock tonight

Pretty little raven at the bird band stand
Told them how to do the bop and it was grand
They started going steady and bless my soul
He out bopped the buzzard and the oriol

Every little swallow, every chickadee
Every little bird in the tall oak tree
The wise old owl, the big black crow
Flappin' their wings singing go bird go

Rockin' robin, tweet tweet tweet
Rockin' robin' tweet tweetly tweet
Blow rockin' robin
'Cause we're really gonna rock tonight

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Rockin' Robin - Lyrics - Hollies

Title: Rockin' Robin
Artist: Hollies
Composer(s): Jimmie Thomas, Leon Rene

Lyric:
Twiddley dee, twiddley diddley dee
Twiddley dee, twiddley diddley dee
Twiddley dee, twiddley diddley dee
Tweet, tweet, twiddley dee

He rocks in the treetops all the day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-singin' this song
Every little bird, every little bee
Loves to hear the Robin go tweet-tweet-tweet

Rockin' Robin
(Tweet, twiddley dee)
Rockin' Robin
(Tweet, twiddley dee)
Yeah, go rockin' Robin, really gonna rock tonight

Every little swallow, every chick-a-dee
Every little bird in the old oak tree
Wise old owl, big black crow
Put out their wings singin' go bird go

Rockin' Robin
(Tweet, twiddley dee)
Rockin' Robin
(Tweet, twiddley dee)
Yeah, go rockin' Robin, really gonna rock tonight

The chief bird standin' at the birdbath stand
Taught him how to do the bop and it was grand
Start goin' steady and bless my soul
He out-bopped the buzzard and the oriole

He rocks in the treetops all the day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-singin' this song
Every little bird, every little bee
Loves to hear the Robin go tweet-tweet-tweet

Rockin' Robin
(Tweet, twiddley dee)
Rockin' Robin
(Tweet, twiddley dee)
Yeah, go rockin' Robin, really gonna rock tonight

The chief bird standin' at the birdbath stand
Taught him how to do the bop and it was grand
Start goin' steady and bless my soul
He out-bopped the buzzard and the oriole

He rocks in the treetops all the day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-singin' this song
Every little bird, every little bee
Loves to hear the Robin go tweet-tweet-tweet

Rockin' Robin
(Tweet, twiddley dee)
Rockin' Robin
(Tweet, twiddley dee)
Yeah, go rockin' Robin, really gonna rock tonight

Twiddley dee, twiddley diddley dee
Twiddley dee, twiddley diddley dee
Twiddley dee, twiddley diddley dee
Tweet, tweet, twiddley dee

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Rockin' Robin - Lyrics - Music & Me - Michael Jackson

Title: Rockin' Robin
Album: Music & Me
Artist: Michael Jackson
Composer(s): Jimmie Thomas, Leon Rene

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Lyric:
He rocks in the tree tops all day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and singing his song
All the little birdies on Jaybird Street
Love to hear the robin go tweet, tweet, tweet

Rockin' robin, rock, rock
Rockin' robin'
Blow rockin' robin
'Cause we're really gonna rock tonight

Every little swallow, every chick-a-dee
Every little bird in the tall oak tree
The wise old owl, the big black crow
Flappin' their wings singing go bird go

Rockin' robin, rock, rock
Rockin' robin'
Blow rockin' robin
'Cause we're really gonna rock tonight

Pretty little raven at the bird-band stand
Told them how to do the bop and it was grand
They started going steady and bless my soul
He out-bopped the buzzard and the oriole

He rocks in the tree tops all day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and singing his song
All the little birdies on Jaybird Street
Love to hear the robin go tweet, tweet, tweet

Rockin' robin, rock, rock
Rockin' robin'
Blow rockin' robin
'Cause we're really gonna rock tonight

Pretty little raven at the bird-band stand
Told them how to do the bop and it was grand
They started going steady and bless my soul
He out-bopped the buzzard and the oriole

He rocks in the tree tops all day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and singing his song
All the little birdies on Jaybird Street
Love to hear the robin go tweet, tweet, tweet

Rockin' robin, rock, rock
Rockin' robin'
Blow rockin' robin
'Cause we're really gonna rock tonight

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Rockin' Robin - Lyrics - Jackson 5

Title: Rockin' Robin
Artist: Jackson 5
Composer(s): Jimmie Thomas, Leon Rene

Lyric:
He rocks in the tree tops all day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and singing his song
All the little birdies on Jaybird Street
Love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet

Rockin' robin, rock rock
Rockin' robin
Blow rockin' robin
'Cause we're really gonna rock tonight

Every little swallow, every chick-a-dee
Every little bird in the tall oak tree
The wise old owl, the big black crow
Flappin' their wings singing go bird go

Rockin' robin, rock rock
Rockin' robin
Blow rockin' robin
'Cause we're really gonna rock tonight
Yeah yeah

Pretty little raven at the bird-band stand
Told them how to do the bob and it was grand
They started going steady and bless my soul
He out-bopped the buzzard and the oriol

He rocks in the tree tops all day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and singing his song
All the little birdies on Jaybird Street
Love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet

Rockin' robin, rock rock
Rockin' robin
Blow rockin' robin
'Cause we're really gonna rock tonight

Pretty little raven at the bird-band stand
Told them how to do the bop and it was grand
They started going steady and bless my soul
He out-bopped the buzzard and the oriol

He rocks in the tree tops all day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and singing his song
All the little birdies on Jaybird Street
Love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet

Rockin' robin, rock rock
Rockin' robin
Blow rockin' robin
'Cause we're really gonna rock tonight

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Do What Ya Feel - Lyrics - Redman

Title: Do What Ya Feel
Artist: Redman
Composer(s): Clifford Smith, Pras Michael, Reggie Noble, Jerry Duplessis

Lyric:
Ha ha ha ha ha
Follow just do what ya feel and I'm a follow
I'm a follow just do what ya feel and we gon' follow
Just do what ya feel and I'm a follow
Just do what ya feel and I'm a follow
Haha, Meth-Tical

Who wanna flip with the acrobatic
From ground zero all the way to attic
What we be smokin', Tical
The reservoir is now open
I swim the English Channel backstrokin'
You don't know me or my style

We hold court and blow trial
You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files
Who be next now, man's down, hands down
Foreground by your side when it go down

I dedicate this next dart to my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one word
Time, time 4 Sum Aksion, dreamin' 'bout Toni Braxton
Blowin' her back out like Bob Baglin

I'm throwin' wrestling holds
Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot
If it don't hip it don't hop
If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life

I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin' through
That Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule
Better move with a set of tools
I be doin' it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual

I load the mic then cock, drop it like three quarters
When I slaughter don't get caught in the water
'Cause the Brick's got it's own World Order
Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her

Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease
Did more drugs than pharmacies
So call me that lyrical Genovera, you can't compare
Get you steppin' like stairs, frats, sororities

Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority
Of niggaz lookin' hard at me, I Port 'em like Authority
And when my nigga Meth shine
Out the inner how high mobile rollin' three dimes at a time

Redman and Method Man still
(High, high)
It's that Jersey representer
Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter

Word, just do what ya feel and I'm a follow
Just do what ya feel and I'm a follow
Just do what ya feel and I'm a follow
Funk Doc break it down

Yo, suck my dick out of animosity
The velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery
To give lobotomies to all you rap colonies
And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy

Impossibly might be the one in black leather
Name tag sayin' caution when wet by the track wetter'
The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her

Three years for carrying a loaded handgun
But it's forever when a nigga and he lands one to your cranium
(Chik-chik blaow)
That red dot on your forehead it's not 'cause you Arabian
(Yo watch you say to him)
You caught up in a tight situation

I should start erasin' your whole organization for makin'
Wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement
You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin' agent
Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger

Even a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack
I peel caps, on the regular
Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like the Predator
Fuck you, your label moms and your editor

Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin'
All on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin'
Bitches hit me off more than New Edition
(Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet)

I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique
So Iron Lung
(One me gun done)
Get on the mic and break em off a sumthin' sumthin'

We moonshine and grow crops
Purchasin' the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin'
These slugs at my competition, in rap sessions
U A P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin'
Next in, line, parental discretion advised

These explicit, street linguistics
Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin'
I might know but ain't tellin', too bad you missed it
Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid
Color safe bleach so I don't fade

Scar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp
Get yo' band aids hold that
Like E said, ?Get the Bozack?
Show them wack niggaz where the do's at
On the case like I'm Kojak

Kissin' the grits on that Flo' bitch, flip scripts take long shits
Raider Ruckus one, I come with premeditated red rum
Gingivitis to your filthy ass gums
Bottom line either get down or get done, motherfucker

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Blowe - Lyrics - Krs One

Title: Blowe
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Krsone Parker, Reggie Noble, Rodney Lemay

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Lyric:
Hey baby, bring me something to drink in here
Please sit down and watch a little TV

Yo they comin', it's crazy but I know it they comin'
Maybe, not lately I feel it coming I knew it, they comin'
This just in President, I guarentee
Jim, Jimmy, Jimmy wake up, Jimmy
Only the Lord can save, 5.99 no obligation
Let me start to rock this mic
Now the polar bear hybernates
And, and what was going through your mind right now

Look at these weak MC's getting G's
Never wore BVD's or even bellbottom Lees
Please, with these fantisies about you selliing keys
When you know you bees in front of the TV eatin' grilled cheese
On your knees you know my steez
Kris is nice with these M-I-Cs

I'm Poison like BBD the plot thickens while I be hittin'
And lyric lickin', flippin' any mix and over the skippin'
And cable clippin', still sickenin'
Even though some people ain't admitting
Through they system I keeps it kickin'
And tippin' the scale I pay tuiton not bail
Drink water not ale, my MC Hammer hits it right on the nail
I can't fail with my 7 stripes

Strike one pierces the lung over the drum MC's become dumb
Like "um?" They numb, bite the tongue over the bass drum
I am D the MC like Run, spittin' lyrics for fun
And for a sum of the bread crumb
You missed when you swung, I connected whole hum
Another one done underestimated KRS-One, yeah, so

Say blowe
If you really want true skill
Say blowe
If you want the hip hop to build
Say blowe
I'll be rockin' all year round
You better cool the F out before we go up in your mouth

It's just begun to bubble, KRS-One spells trouble
On the mic soon there is no double
I emerge from under the rumble
Count the truth poetic construction, audio abduction
Showbiz production for wack lyric reduction
And fly rhyme instruction

Keep the party hoppin'
Keep the DJs buggin' from the orthodox
Non Xerox hip hop chatter box
It was dope first crack out the box with Scott LaRock
How MC's are washed up like sweat socks
KRS-one makes the heads nod

Say blowe
If you really want true skill
Say blowe
If you want the hip hop to build
Say blowe
I'll be rockin' all year round
You better cool the F out before we go up in your mouth

KRS-One, yes my son
Tweet tweet
KRS-One, yes my son
Tweet tweet, tweet
You know they can't compete, ain't that right
No doubt
You better cool the F out before we go up in your mouth

When it's my turn, kid, look at what you done did
Like my head is dreadable, you edible
I kick incredible shit for my poeple
I'm jackin' these like me so sue and stretch like bobbito overloops
While you sittin' on stoops I'm rockin' mics for U.S. troops in group
You screwed up, oops, I can read a true crook
Like I read a new book

I'm hooked on hip hop culture
Look at the tip top lyrical structure
Floatin' like a soap bubble that you don't wann puncture
Or rupture, I write what I utter, mother mother mother
There's too many of us dying still trying and not doin'
Not suceeding still pursueing, what you doing?
What you doing? What you doing?

The session is started departed on schedule
I beg you please lookover my lyrical menu
What others can't do I can do
Enhancing 7 levels of your mental
I dismantel stress, you're listening to the advanced lyrical best
Worldwide qualified to administer any MC test
Stop guessin,' class is in full session
Now showbiz show 'em how

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We Don'T Need No Water - Lyrics - Tweet

Title: We Don'T Need No Water
Artist: Tweet
Composer(s): Richard Lee Fowler, Kwame Holland, Charles Pettiford, Missy Elliott, Gregory Carlton Wigfall, Celite Evans, Louis Wilson, Craig X Brockman, Ricardo Wilson, Carlos Delano Wilson, Jerry Bloodrock

Lyric:
Yeah! This that new Tweet shit
This shit is crazy y'all!
2005
Volume one nothing but sickness
Holla

We gon' get this party started
Yes it's our concern sing
We don't need no water
Let the mother fucka burn
If you holdin' up the wall
Then y'all niggas best to learn sing
(Wicked, whop)

We gon' get this party started
Yes it's our concern sing
We don't need no water
Let the mother fucka burn
(This shit is crazy y'all)
If you holdin' up the wall
Then y'all niggas best to learn sing
(New Tweet, huh)

Everybody is you with me
(Yeah)
Y'all know what you came to do
Everybody gettin' tipsy
(Yeah)
Well okay, it's up to you
I'm going to the dance floor okay
I'm gonna do my damn thing
I'm looking right at you boy
So won't you put that thing on me
Thing on me yeah, yeah
(Yeah)

By any chance you wanna dance
(Wanna dance)
With me 'cause I had me two drinks and I'm feeling so good
(So good)
So good
(So good, so good)
Get on the floor
(Yeah, yeah)
Come let me show you some moves right now
(Right now, right now)
Right now hey and this is the party
That keeps on, keeps on, keeps on jumpin' oh

We gon' get this party started
Yes it's our concern sing
We don't need no water
Let the mother fucka burn
(Big shout out to jay brown)
If you holdin' up the wall
Then y'all niggas best to learn sing
(Violator, whop)

We gon' get this party started
Yes it's our concern sing
We don't need no water
Let the mother fucka burn
If you holdin' up the wall
Then y'all niggas best to learn sing
(2005 y'all, have no mercy)

Can I ask y'all a question
(yeah)
Is it gettin' hot up in here
Can I make a suggestion
(yeah)
Strip down to your underwear
(whop)
People don't you be ashamed at what we came to do
Go ahead do your damn thing, damn thing
And let your body move
(By any chance)

By any chance you wanna dance
(With me, with me)
With me 'cause I had me two drinks and I'm feeling so good
(So good, so good)
So good get on the floor
Come let me show you some moves right now
(Right now, right now)
Right now hey and this is the party
That keeps on, keeps on, keeps on jumpin' oh

We gon' get this party started
Yes it's our concern sing
(Whop)
We don't need no water
Let the mother fucka burn
(I 'm feelin this one)
If you holdin' up the wall
Then y'all niggas best to learn sing
(Uh huh, whop whop whop)

We gon' get this party started
Yes it's our concern sing
We don't need no water
Let the mother fucka burn
(Come on)
If you holdin' up the wall
Then y'all niggas best to learn sing
(Okay party people, let's take this to planet rock)

We gon' get this party started
Yes it's our concern sing
We gon' get this party started
Yes it's our concern sing
(Uh huh)
We gon' get this party started
Yes it's our concern sing
(Yup)
We gon' get this party started
Yes it's our concern sing

Here we go
Okay
Here we go
Okay
New tweet
This that hot shit y'all
Yup
2005
No mercy
Hot shit
Holla

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Anymore - Lyrics - Love, Tweet - Tweet

Title: Anymore
Album: Love, Tweet
Artist: Tweet
Composer(s): Charlene L. Keys, Alonzo Mario Stevenson

Lyric:
It's been awhile since we dated
You want to get reacquainted
I never anticipated this what I would if you
Came back in my life and treated me so nice
Been wondering all night what happened to you, boy

It's like I don't know you
It's like I don't know you
It's like I don't know you
Anymore, anymore

It's like I don't know you
It's like I don't know you
It's like I don't know you
Anymore, anymore

Is this a game that you're playing?
Remember you left me hanging
And now you're saying that you're changed
And what can I do for you

Come back in your life
Will you treat me right?
You wouldn't have thought twice
If it happened to you

If I decide to how will I know
That you won't try to pick up and go again
Let me sit down a think a moment
It may be awhile it's not the answer you wanted
But it's better than goodbye

It's like I don't know you
It's like I don't know you
It's like I don't know you
Anymore, anymore

It's like I don't know you
It's like I don't know you
It's like I don't know you
Anymore, anymore

I don't know you, I don't know you
I don't know you at all
I don't know you, I don't know you
I don't know you at all

It's like I don't know you
It's like I don't know you
It's like I don't know you
Anymore, anymore

It's like I don't know you
It's like I don't know you
It's like I don't know you
Anymore, anymore

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Meet Me On A Rooftop - Lyrics - Sophie B. Hawkins

Title: Meet Me On A Rooftop
Artist: Sophie B. Hawkins
Composer(s): Sophie B Hawkins

Lyric:
Meet me on a rooftop, that's where I'm gonna be
This party is so old fashioned
Nothing is here for me

Meet me on a rooftop, I'll bring the radio
We can kick our shoes off and dance really slowly
Drink a little moonshine, have fun in clover time

I've been watching you through a fascinating prism
Moving in and out of rhythm
Climb the fire escape with me
We can spin the world around from a first class seat

Meet me on a rooftop
Ooh, take a cab to the west side
Don't you worry about being so high up
Just lie beneath the city sky
See Ms. Liberty shine, shine

I've been watching you through a fascinating prism
Moving in and out of rhythm
Climb the fire escape with me
We can spin the world around from a first class seat

You bring the candles
And I'll bring the Arnica oil
I'll massage your mind until your spine uncoils

You're enticing me with a scintillating schism
Dreaming in and out of living
Climb in my sleeping bag with me
You can spin my head around
Until the birds come tweet, tweet, tweet

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Boogie 2nite - Lyrics - Southern Hummingbird - Tweet

Title: Boogie 2nite
Album: Southern Hummingbird
Artist: Tweet
Composer(s): John T Smith, Nisan Stewart, Charlene L Keys

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Lyric:
Are you ready? Are you ready?
I hope you're ready

Are you ready?
'Cause I am, said I'm ready to party, yes
Grab your coat, get your keys
'Cause whatever you're drinkin' it's on me, it's on me

Stay here if you want to, say what you want to
But I got to party, I need me a party
Came here to get ya, but I can't wait
To grab me a partner and cut a rug up tonight

I found a place
Where we could boogie, boogie tonight
I found a place
Where we could boogie, boogie

Are you ready? Are you ready?
I know you're ready

Be ready, here we are
I said we're off in the party, yeah
Let me wet my throat, get two or three
Then it's on to the dance floor, follow me

Stand if you want to, stare if you want to
But I got to party, I'm up in the party
You're glad that I got ya, and it's alright
You got you a partner, so cut a rug up tonight

I found a place
Where we could boogie, boogie tonight
I found a place
Where we could boogie, boogie tonight

I found a place
Where we could boogie, boogie
I found a place
Where we could boogie

Move your hips side to side, dance
Move your hips side to side, dance
Move your hips side to side, dance
Move your hips side to side, dance

I told you, you feel it, you got to be feelin' it
You feel it, I know you feel it, go on and dance

Dance 'cause you want to, rock 'cause you have to
'Cause ain't it a party, sho 'nuff a party
I told you I had ya, and we just might
Find another party and cut a rug up tonight

I found a place, yeah
Where we could boogie, boogie tonight
I found a place
Where we could boogie, we can boogie
We can boogie, boogie tonight

Move your hips side to side, yeah, yeah
Move your hips side to side, yeah, yeah
Move your hips side to side, yeah

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Turn The Lights Off - Lyrics - Tweet

Title: Turn The Lights Off
Artist: Tweet
Composer(s): E Newman, H Spencer, E Delange, K Holland, Melissa A Elliott, Marvin P Gaye

Lyric:
Boy, why don't you put the needle on the record
Turn da lights off
Let's get closer than closer than most
Turn da lights off
I think we can get to know each other better if we
Turn da lights off
And let's grab a glass and make a toast with me

You and I, in a room so dark
Hold me tight, all night, lights off
Kiss me, everywhere, I could ever dreamed
It's like heaven, heaven

You gotta put the needle back on the record
Turn da lights off
Let's get closer than closer than most
Turn da lights off
I think we can get to know each other better if we
Turn da lights off
And let's grab a glass and make a toast

Here we are, you and me, just us two
I'm feelin' high, so high, what about you
Don't hold back, let it go, show me how you feel
Ride it all night, all night, like I'm going

Put the needle back on the record
Turn da lights off
Let's get closer than closer than most
Turn da lights off
I think we can get to know each other better if we
Turn da lights off
And let's grab a glass and make a toast

Hit the switch to the lights tonight
And make it right like a first class flight
We ignite like smoking a pipe
Turn it up like we rockin' the mic

You get my hype I feel horny and trife
So polite you might make me your wife
I ain't right the way I'm livin' my life
See how I am when you turn off da lights

I gotta Jones all down in my bones
I gotta lil' twitch up in my spine
And if I let you go and feel on me
You gone have to play this one mo' time

You gotta put the needle back on the record
Turn da lights off
Let's get closer than closer than most
Turn da lights off
I think we can get to know each other better if
Turn da lights off
And let's grab a glass and make a toast

You gotta put the needle back on the record
Turn da lights off
Let's get closer than closer than most
Turn da lights off
I think we can get to know each other better if
Turn da lights off
And let's grab a glass and make a toast

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Metal Lungies - Lyrics - The Pretty Toney Album - Ghostface Killah

Title: Metal Lungies
Album: The Pretty Toney Album
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): David Styles, Sean D Jacobs, E Wilson, Muhammad Dennis Coles

Lyric:
World premiere, world premiere

What these clown niggaz hollerin'?
What they need to be hollerin' is, "There go Theodore
Put the ball down, we can't score?
They pen shit to blackboards, make queens out of whack broads
You see us comin'? Fuck that Fam shit, just pass off, you bitch

Crystal', Dana Dane's wrapped around your neck
Lookin' rich, baow, you fucked up now
See my gun, nigga? This baby got stuffed uptown
Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds

My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummy
Ask the click, yo, they spit metal lungies
Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, son see
Didn't Mommy tell y'all niggaz to wear clean undies?

See, y'all should've listened to her
She knew her son had a big mouth
An' someday, death would occur
Please, for Ms. Gale's sake an' her seeds
Pass the flurry, ain't fuckin' around, they knocked to her weave

Uh, oh, word up, this still
What you talkin' 'bout, baby?
Real kids spit that shit

Let's go, let's go, let's go, yo, yeah

Me an' Starks clear projects parks
With our '93 shit, army coat green an' light tan Clarks
Niggaz think I'm lucky, bitches wanna fuck me
An' put me in the tub with them like I'm a rubber ducky

I got a revolver in the pump about the size of Chucky
I remember faces easy as I tie my laces
Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces
I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I'm old school like the Iron Monkey
My shit powerful enough to lift a fuckin' donkey

I got heavy chrome, niggaz don't care if you live or die
They happier than Marbury home
Y'all niggaz better kill me, my street niggaz, feel me
Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet
The hard shit you kickin' 'bout is on beat as Tweet

This is Theodore, D-Block, the year adore
It's son who fall, with the four-four, niggaz like

Uh, oh, word up, this still
What you talkin' 'bout, baby?
Real kids spit that shit

Yeah, nigga, this is Ghost with Ghostface
I don't sell millions but I get millions
From the fiends that smoke base
Somebody leavin' out with a poked face
Tone, burn him an' kick his teeth out
I can swear I won't get you no case

I'ma make it look like you smoke base
An' we don't leave no trace
These rap niggaz swear that they so safe
I don't wanna talk to you, homes, I don't communicate
My guns be in my hand, one in my palm
An' I could dial your number like a smile off the face

With the H.K. 9, I'm the all black hummer
Metal lungies'll spit the grungiest shit
Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies a clip
Tell them rap niggaz to suck my dick

Fuck the industry of [Incomprehensible]
Shut down the store, bust my shit
I got some hustlin' ass niggaz that'll pump my bricks
An' some dust head niggaz that'll dump my clips, what?

Uh, oh, word up, this still
What you talkin' 'bout, baby?
Real kids spit that shit

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Keep It Movin - Lyrics - This Is Not A Test - Missy Elliott

Title: Keep It Movin
Album: This Is Not A Test
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): O'Neill Bryan, Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott

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Lyric:
Eh yo Timb, you know
Niggas like Dr Dre and the Neptunes and Just Blaze
They should be so hot they be keepin' us workin' yah feel me
But but that nigga R. Kelly he got one of the illest lines when he say
"Is anybody feelin' freaky?"

Man up yep, good to go
Elephant Man and Missy Elliott
(Yeah)
Ladies keep it movin'
(Uh)

Gi dem di dance now
(It's like butter baby, it's like butter)
Buss di dance now
(It's like butter baby, it's like butter)
(It's like butter baby, it's like butter)
(It's like butter baby, it's like butter)

Missy, Elliot
Ladies windin' around
Tweet show dem kindly how fi do it
(Whoo)
Come on

When you hear the song, role down yah window
Let the music thump yeah, thump thump thump thump
Take a walk in the club, thats how I role
You look so so down, so so so so
Now when you step out on the scene, so fresh so clean

Lookin' like a wet dream, yo know what I mean
It's about that, what time would that be?
Wind yah waist line to the base line
Slow it down now get the beat right

Keep it movin', keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Buss yah grove an' we gon' keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Keep it movin', keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Shake shake yah body we gon' keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Keep it movin', keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Shake shake yah body they gon' keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Keep it movin', keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Buss yah grove an' we gon' keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

If you know you look good, say so say so
And you don't give a, hell no hell no
Put yah hands in the air yeah, get yo hands up
Baby bounce baby bounce, get low get low

2 shots in yah club, yep just whats up
Get Timb to fill it up, yep just whats up
It's about that time, what time would that be
Wind yah waist line to the base line
Slow it down now get the beat right

Keep it movin', keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Buss yah grove an' we gon' keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Keep it movin', keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Shake shake yah body we gon' keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Keep it movin', keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Shake shake yah body they gon' keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Keep it movin', keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Buss yah grove an' we gon' keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Keep it movin' love the way yah body groovin'
Watch yah groovin', perspire sweat you losin'
Put yah shoes in, dis ya dance a keep you movin'
It's soodin', like dis yah ina di humma crusin'

Take di dance floor, stop pretend like you nu hear
Mi see booty hear booty there booty shakin' everywhere
Ina di club, ina di bar, ina di pool, ina di square
At di afta party mi see shakin' booty I'll be der

Make way, move, when big mama appear
Just a back it up cock it up jock it up like she nuh care
Sai she was one a di chear leada fi Chicago here
Everything a disappear when she appear, come on

Keep it movin', keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Buss yah grove an' we gon' keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Keep it movin', keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Shake shake yah body we gon' keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Keep it movin', keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Shake shake yah body they gon' keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Keep it movin', keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Buss yah grove an' we gon' keep it movin'
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

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Ground Zero - Lyrics - Diplomatic Immunity - Diplomats

Title: Ground Zero
Album: Diplomatic Immunity
Artist: Diplomats
Composer(s): Cam'Ron Giles, Kip Winger, Jimmy Jones, Kenneth Cunningham, Jamahl Rashid Rye, L James

Lyric:
Yeah, y'all know what this is we back at it
Come on, yeah, it's that nine eleven music right here man
We in the building man, welcome to ground zero everybody
Juelz Santana, Dipset, Hell Rell

Yo, yo I speak pain, I spit power, talk courage, breathe flowers
Follow me thru the debri of these towers
The rain, the sleet, the street showers
Don't get caught up when the street showers

When the guns rain, the clips pour, the soldiers grip fours
Then begin war, come on, it's Santana the Great
Tie 'em up, bandanna his face, hammer his face, fucker
I'm trying to get my act together
In the booth now trying to get my rap together you know

I got to fire to heat the street up
Abuse the track and beat the beat up you know?
You already know what I'm about homie
I'm young I'm focused I'm just coming out homie
You can go by what you hear through word of mouth homie
Or step out of line, Cam betting the house on me

You know I ain't stopping yet
You know my album ain't done, it ain't dropping yet
I'm in the mist of a bidding war
And we need two milli more just to move in the door, shit

Yes the boys are back at it
Come holler at us, the boys are back at it
So line 'em up, shoot 'em down do it know
Welcome to ground zero, tell 'em it's ground zero

Line 'em up, shoot 'em down, do it know
Welcome to ground zero, tell 'em it's ground zero
Yes the boys are back at it
Come holler at us, the boys are back at it

Killa, yo, these girls told you I'm the man right?
Well listen to lover, when I beef, visions are gutter
Kids clapping, kidnappings, heard her missing a brother
I'm hitting your sister, you kissing your mother, the shit is disguster

Underground with people, lethal, trapped in the desert
Surrounded by evil, yeah, I see your bitch is impressed
My kicks is all fresh this shit on my chest, by Mitchell and S
I got her opened, hoping she's not, I'd have her crack in her tits
Coke in her twat, have her crack up the strip, coke up the block
She'd get cracked up and hit, keep soaping your cycle mami

My girls lay up in suites
A half of cake of week and masturbate like Tweet
Killa, I be popping them oozies, copping them Coogis
Eyes on the drop real droopy

Mair is snoopy, look at your hooptie, rocking the rubies
Hop in the hoochie, popping her coochie
Chill while I'm chasing millions
I'm a baller that would merk you like Jason Williams

Don't play with villas', vacate the building
Or the eights will come and rape your children
Yeah it's a kilo to a milligram
I'm still the man, word to Killa Cam

Yes the boys are back at it
Come holler at us, the boys are back at it
So line 'em up, shoot 'em down do it know
Welcome to ground zero, tell 'em it's ground zero

Line 'em up, shoot 'em down, do it know
Welcome to ground zero, tell 'em it's ground zero
Yes the boys are back at it
Come holler at us, the boys are back at it

Two of my cards and crooks slashed
At two of my pawns and rooks for all the charms they took
To my head of security, British the titan, clicking the fifth
And gripping it tight, god damnm it

Not to mention my bishop and knights, I listen to Bridgette to White
Makin' crucial trips through the night highways
And Prince Juelz, I told you ever since Juelz
If them faggets even flinch Juelz

My dogs are gonna it 'em alive
Forty-fours, the pleading, deleting they lives, come on
And Killa Wallys leading the movement
For realla we wouldn't be in this movement

Over him I might kill ya be in a tomb, just facing my time
Loyal on side, outside spoiler on rides
System bumping, bumping oh boy in the ride
Oh boy I done slide, shit

He done came got his boy, he's ashamed at his boy
Had to flame at a boy over the name we employed
Which is none other than Dipset
For y'all dumb motherfuckers

Yes the boys are back at it
Come holler at us, the boys are back at it
So line 'em up, shoot 'em down do it know
Welcome to ground zero, tell 'em it's ground zero

Line 'em up, shoot 'em down, do it know
Welcome to ground zero, tell 'em it's ground zero
Yes the boys are back at it
Come holler at us, the boys are back at it

Killa the Don, Freaky, Juelz Santana, B. K. Harlem
Hell Rell, the whole Taliban, Dipset, T. Money, Luca
[Incomprehensible] Blacko, Shane cut it short on these niggas

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Electric Bird - Lyrics - Some People Have Real Problems - Sia

Title: Electric Bird
Album: Some People Have Real Problems
Artist: Sia
Composer(s): Sia Kate I. Furler, Henry Binns

Lyric:
Someone plugged you in
And sadly they clipped your wings
You can't fly away electric bird

Yeah, someone took your tweet
One day they fed you that bad seed
You can't fly away electric bird

Well you're art, you fell into this part
You play the victim perfectly holding your beating heart
You used to be so smart
You fluttered round the yard making your magic

Got to set you free
You were blinded by deceit
You can't fly away electric bird

So now this room's all staged
While you're stuck there in that cage
You can't fly away electric bird

Well you're art, you fell into this part
You play the victim perfectly holding your beating heart
You used to be so smart
You fluttered round the yard making your magic

You're art, you fell into this part
You play the victim perfectly holding your beating heart
You used to be so smart
You fluttered round the yard making your magic

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One More Time - Lyrics - Girl Can Mack - 3lw

Title: One More Time
Album: Girl Can Mack
Artist: 3lw
Composer(s): Shaunna R Bolton, John Robinson, Alfred Jackson, Jason Robinson

Lyric:
Lullabies, butterflies and goodbyes
Make me cry, oh my
They all remind me of you, yeah
In the trees autumn leaves
Birdies tweet when they look at me
They sing a song about you, yeah

Even the clouds can see it's over
And they can feel my hurt inside
And when the sun comes out tomorrow
Will I feel alright

Come back to me, dry my tears for me
Won't you hold me one more time?
Take my lonely, be my only
Come back for me one more time

One more time, one more time
One more time, yeah, yeah
One more time

Teddy bears, rocking chairs
It's not fair, it's not fair
To share these treasures with me, yeah
My reflections shows that I'm alone, on my own
Waiting by the phone
But I know you won't call for me, yeah

Even the clouds can see it's over
And they can feel my hurt inside
And when the sun comes out tomorrow
Will I feel alright

Come back to me, dry my tears for me
Won't you hold me one more time?
Take my lonely, be my only
Come back for me one more time

One more time, one more time
One more time, yeah, yeah
One more time

Even the clouds can see it's over
And they can feel my hurt inside
And when the sun comes out tomorrow
Will I feel alright?

Come back to me, dry my tears for me
Won't you hold me one more time?
Take my lonely, be my only
Come back for me one more time

Come back to me, dry my tears for me
Won't you hold me one more time?
Take my lonely, be my only
Come back for me one more time

One more time, one more time
One more time, yeah, yeah
One more time

One more time, time time time, time, oh, yeah
One more time, yeah, one more time

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Aquarius - Lyrics - Electric Circus - Common

Title: Aquarius
Album: Electric Circus
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Ahmir Thompson, James Yancey, Rashid Lonnie Lynn, James Poyser, Pino Palladino, Erykah Wright

Lyric:
Yeah
Yeah

Nigga deep in the rhythm, experience speak
Some keepin' the wisdom, the life hustlers seek
I'm seeking it with 'em, I'm dope the streets need me to hit 'em
With some of that
Revolutionary blunted rap
My peoples want hits, I hit it from the back
Under the cherry moon, I hold notes and carry tunes
My guise pack heat enough to bury June, on my feet

I'm getting married soon, walking in the clouds like Mary Bethune
Fumes of a real nigga seep into your room
Or through fifth-teens of the your jeep that you boom
Son so many cats, they call me high noon
Offerings to Osun hoping war is over soon
Guard your grill like George Foreman
Time to build, as far as building I'm the doorman, opening doors
My blood I expose on the floors, tell them the game ain't only the score

Hold on to your life as I carry these styles
To have you tapping your head like Darius Miles
You ain't supposed to rhyme, better off with a clothing line
In this business of pimps, many hoes get signed
Opposed to shine so me holding the blinds
Mixing golden seal and wine, holding a nine
In the age of aquaruis

The water that arrives
To purify the world
Flying through the night
So watch out here he comes
Aquarius

Between churches and liquor stores, my mic leaks
With raps, all over your head like Tweet
Playing with yourself, thinking the game is just wealth
Hot for a minute, watch your name just melt
Same spot where it's joyous, where the pain is felt
As you build and destroy yo remain yourself
They say I'm slept on, now I'm bucking in dreams
And rhyme with the mind of a hustler scheme

Or the struggle of feinds, I flow over water thats as troubled as teens
For the love of the team, trying to double the dream
Be greatful like the church psalm my grandmother sings
I'm rubbing my rings across the domes of clones
Punchlines like Roy Jones with poems
While you and your dogs foam at the mouth
Thinking rap is the only way out
The black human genius will never play out

I take you way out, where you never been before
Been it since birth, sent to replish the Earth
That truck that you roll is like a miniature hearse
I deaded your shit before you finished a verse
From nigga to Gods from bitches to earths
From Nat to Truck Turner that lives in my verse
Realness is an act that you cannot rehearse
Holla back, but listen first, we in the age of aquarius

The water that arrives
To purify the world
Flying through the night
So watch out here he comes
Aquarius

The water that arrives
To purify the world
Flying through the night
So watch out here he comes
Aquarius

Aquarius
Aquarius

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Get Em High - Lyrics - College Dropout - Kanye West

Title: Get Em High
Album: College Dropout
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Kanye West, Talib Kweli

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Lyric:
I'm tryin' to catch the beat
I'm tryin' to catch the beat
I'm tryin' to catch the beat
I'm tryin' to catch the beat

Now, throw ya motherfuckin' hands
Get em high
All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin' man
Get em high
Now, I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands
Keep em high
And if ya losin' yo high then smoke again
Keep em high

Now, my flow is in the pocket like Wallace
I got the bounce like hydraulics
I can't call it, I got the swerve like alcoholics
My freshman year I was goin' through hella problems
'Til I built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta college

My teacher said I'se a loser, I told her, "Why don't you kill me?
I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna follow
My heart and if you follow the charts to the plaques or the stacks"
You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see?

I'm so shy that you thought it was bashful
But this bastard's flow will bash a skull
And I will cut your girl like Pastor Tro
And I don't usually smoke but pass the dro

And I won't give you that money that you askin' fo'
Why you think me and dame cool? We assholes
That's why we here your music in fast fo'
'Cuz we don't wanna here that weak shit no mo'

Now, throw ya motherfuckin' hands
Get em high
All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin' man
Get em high
Now, I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands
Keep em high
And if ya losin' yo high then smoke again
Keep em high

Now who the hell is this?
E-mailin' me at 11:26, tellin' me
That she 36-26, plus double-d
You know how girls on Black Planet be
When they get bubblee

At NYU but she hailed from Kansas
Right now she just lampin', chillin' on campus
Sent me a picture with her feelin' on Candice
Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis

W-H-I-T, it's gettin' late mami
Your screen saver say tweet so you got to call me
And bring a friend for my friend his name Kweli
You mean Talib, lyric sticks to your rib
I mean that's my favorite CD that I play at my crib

I mean you don't really know him, why is you lyin'?
Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pickup the line
She gon' think that I'm lyin', just spit a couple of lines
Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time and get her high

I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin' up dimes
But never mind I need some tracks you tryin' to pull tracks out
And my rhymes as fittin' to blow you, tryin' to blow backs out
Well okay you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm, aiyo
Ain't you meet that chick at that conference with yo moms?

And she's the bomb, boy, she got the bougey behavior
Always got somethin' to say like a okayplaya hater
Anyway, I don't usually fuck with the interneter

Chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicolette
You really fuckin' that much, you tryin' to get off cigarettes
If she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet
I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate
I got the bubble cushion, a sister could get a hit of it

Get em high like noon or the moon
Or room filled with smoke, a high filled with dope
Y'all assumed I was doomed out of tune
But I still feel the notes the real nigga quotes

Real rappers is hard to find like a remote control, rap is not a
Used soup it still got life, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs
Rock clubs like Tiger Woods
In the hood to have my own reality show
Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggaz in you
You'se a bitch, I got ones that are thicker than you

How could I ever let your words affect me?
They say Hip-Hop is dead, I'm here to resurrect me
Mosh is too sexy to even make songs like these
That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys

To many featured emcees and producers is popular
Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin' her
Album, how come, you the hot garbager
The years clear your image and snooped up

Label got you souped up, tellin' you, you sick
Man you a dick with a loose nut
Video hard to watch like Medusa
Even your club record need a booster

Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate nigga
Read the infa, red across your head I'm bread king like Simba
Bolder than Denver I ain't a mad rapper
Just a emcee with a temper

You dancin' for money like honey, I did this my way
So when the industry crash, I survived like Kanye
Spittin' through wires and fires, emcees retirin'
Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then

Now, throw ya motherfuckin' hands
Get em high
All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin' man
Get em high
Now, I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands
Keep em high
And if ya losin' yo high then smoke again
Keep em high

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2nd Look - Lyrics - Hated on Mostly - Crime Mob

Title: 2nd Look
Album: Hated on Mostly
Artist: Crime Mob
Composer(s): Brittany Carpentero, Chris Henderson, Jonathan Lewis, Venetia Lewis, Alphonce Tyree Smith, Jarques Usher

Lyric:
Mean looks will never have me shook, take a 2nd look
I read **** just like comic books, get this understood
Mean looks will never have me shook, take a 2nd look
I read **** just like comic books, get that understood

Ay, mean looks never have me shook, take a 2nd look
I read **** like a comic book, get that understood
Mean looks never have me shook, take a 2nd look
I read **** like a comic book, get that understood

Yeah, mean looks will never have me shook and I know you scared
I do **** like a comic book, I rip 'em up the shreds
Boy, who? I'ma handle ya, get you and your manager
Hit you in your mouth and you be taught to say what's happenin' bro?

**** , ain't no playa 'round but you standing there, looking mean
Shawty, you is not fooling me, who the **** are you supposed to be?
With them shades on, I know you's a fake homes
Keep on looking at me, get your **** face blown

See **** a faker and a foul **** , I smell you before you coming
And a blind man can see that you ain't really 'bout nothing
Mean mugging, you ain't bucking so you need to quit stuntin'
Put this right to ya face and start slicing if I wanted trick

Come get it, ain't no gimmicks, leave you two faced when I'm finished
Push my limit, you repented, leave your whole crew so diminished
Deadly captains and lieutenants sayin' the soldiers won't replenish
'Cuz I'm in this **** to win it, always with it, don't forget it

Mean looks will never have me shook, take a 2nd look
I read **** just like comic books, get this understood
Mean looks will never have me shook, take a 2nd look
I read **** just like comic books, get that understood

Ay, mean looks never have me shook, take a 2nd look
I read **** like a comic book, get that understood
Mean looks never have me shook, take a 2nd look
I read **** like a comic book, get that understood

Ay, ay, ay, get that understood, ****, you ain't from my hood, ****
I'll break the law with 16 **** at ya head, ****
I'm born to be on top like M J in 94
Beatin' down the block, hide my tweet, it's Crime Mob, ****

I let 'em know, I let 'em know, size the ****, let 'em go
Read ya like a comic book, ya can't run it on me, folk
And I stay on dro, M O B, that's the code
We takin' over the city 'cuz I **** say so

Ay, look into my eyes, tell me if you think I'm paranoid
Never that, 'cuz I got a team that's known to carry ****
**** rims **** if you try to raise your voice
I make you scream just like a ****
And bruise you quick to prove a point

Read you like a comic book, make you **** simmer down
I pulled the biggest card up out ya hand, ya chance is slimmer now
Get it in ya head that I ain't scared, I'm always coming with it
If you think you stand a chance against the best, then come and get it

Mean looks will never have me shook, take a 2nd look
I read **** just like comic books, get this understood
Mean looks will never have me shook, take a 2nd look
I read **** just like comic books, get that understood

Ay, mean looks will never have me shook, take a 2nd look
I read **** like a comic book, get that understood
Mean looks never have me shook, take a 2nd look
I read **** like a comic book, get that understood

It's M O B, it's M O B
It's M O B, it's M O B
It's M O B, it's M O B
It's M O B, it's M O B

Mean looks will never have me shook, take a 2nd look
I read **** just like comic books, get this understood
Mean looks will never have me shook, take a 2nd look
I read **** just like comic books, get that understood

Ay, mean looks never have me shook, take a 2nd look
I read **** like a comic book, get that understood
Mean looks never have me shook, take a 2nd look
I read **** like a comic book, get that understood

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