Uncle Pat - Lyrics - Trailer - Ash

Title: Uncle Pat
Album: Trailer
Artist: Ash
Composer(s): Tim Wheeler

Lyric:
I sent off this morning
Down the road along the river
Which I take but once a year

My walk will take me by the shore
Then inland for a mile or more
From the cold sea spray

A small wood stands upon the hill
An old house near it lies in ruins
Forgotten long ago

And here in a clearing
Overgrown with moss and ivy
Is your lonely grave

At dusk I will make my way
Along the lanes and through the fields
To where my cottage is

But before I step inside for bed
I'll look up at the stars as we had
All those years ago

So, here's for Uncle Pat

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You Ain'T Fuckin' Wit Me - Lyrics - Genesis - Busta Rhymes

Title: You Ain'T Fuckin' Wit Me
Album: Genesis
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Michael Angel Saulsberry, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Yea, aiyyo uncle pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh
Yea, this sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea

Busta Rhymes, you know we live and in color
Shit butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter
Smash shit regularly, word to my mother
Show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda
Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter, violate
Catch it from one of my bitches, boxcutter
Ahh, articulate, feels so great
That I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate

No jive y'all niggaz can take a nosedive
Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five
Fuck it, it is a must we hold grands
Get with the program and fuck bitches who love to hold hands
Foul shit, way out of order
Fuck shit up, leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin' buckets of water
Disorderly conduct, will erupt
When the live shit, come on niggaz do what they wanna
Aight bitches, now show yo' asses

The shit we droppin' be sure to get y'all movin'
We keep it poppin', feel how gangsta the loop is
And it ain't no stoppin' the way that we gon' do this
Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't fuckin' with me

Huh, you see I got so much new hot shit stored
Got you givin' me an award, floored a couple on the come up
Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they back
And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my niggaz applaud
My price tag, just to show up the shit
Might be somethin' you can't afford
Make you say the lord is my shepherd, how we astonish
Move forward on novice niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song

Now niggaz know we rock on, cock-strong
All y'all niggaz is straight popcorn, ahh
Talk the trash, comin' forth get past lie duke
Pass shorty with the big horse ass
Now ain't no stoppin' how we comin' full blast
Mix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash
No lie, never deny, so hot we cook the shit well done
Just like a deep fish fry, snap crackle and pop

What we drop and how we keep shit comin'
How we maneuver so fly, so high is where we gon' take it
Controllin' the land, controllin' the sea
Now we control the whole sky, perhaps make niggaz collapse
Make bitches shake they shit to the floor
And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap
Make you crash all in your whip when you drive
I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight niggaz, now throw yo' hands up

The shit we droppin' be sure to get y'all movin'
We keep it poppin', feel how gangsta the loop is
And it ain't no stoppin' the way that we gon' do this
Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't fuckin' with me

Yeah, this sound like the music to Frankenberry or some shit
The fuckin' groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin'

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Purple Rain - Lyrics - The B.Coming - Beanie Sigel

Title: Purple Rain
Album: The B.Coming
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Anthony Hester, Dwight Grant

Lyric:
Caution, do not mix wit alcohol
It may cause drowsiness
Keep out of reach of small children

I roll it back, crack a Dutch, have a sizip
Get introduced to this drink that I sizip
Promethazine, wit Codeine? Thats my twizist
It might lean you to the left or make you izitch
The Pearl Meth wit the Tuss some like the mizix
Caught into they physics and how they wanna dizip
Yo be careful, it ain't ya ordinary liquid

The first time you sip it, you mite get addicted
Matter of fact, I know you're gonna get addicted
'Cause it's so sweet
Life Liquid, plus it's good for you're sickness
I used to watch my uncle sip it
Goin through itz that in my grand-mother's kitchen
Head in his lap, Grand-mom bitchin
Pocket full of scrap, plus scratchin and itchin

Back when they sip Broma smoked Cheeba
Took doggys fours and two receive'ahs
This one is for my real Mug Mixers
Who get screwed up, my thick juice sippers
Shout out, to my man Lil Flip
Big Mo, Project Pat and the whole three six
Yea, I know about them Texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the Xanax and the Endo Sack, make me slack?
Cocktailed or v'd up, gettin Swiss cheesed up

Please don't blow my high
Don't blow my high
When I'm sippin' that purple rain
Don't blow my high
[Incomprehensible] me, you don't know my life
Nigga, don't blow my high, don't blow my high
When I'm sippin' that purple rain
I know it makes 'em crazy, it keeps me lazy

When back in '94 when Screw still had his gate up
He called me over to his house and he poured me a 8 up
I asked him what it was, he said, "Bun, get ya weight up
This is lean, them white folks call it Promethazine"
Shit, but we gonna probably drink, dawg, cuz thats what we be doin' to it
Now take this Big Red and pour about a 2 into it
I did 2's and 8's, what the fuck is you trippin' on?
He said, "Man, that's the ounces of cough syrup that you sippin' on"

So shit, I poured it I sipped it, then I sipped some mo
I fired up a green monster, and I hit that hoe
Started relaxin', shit and to my surprise
I was noddin' out lookin' at the back of my eyes
They tried to wake me up but shit, I just kept yawnin'
I fell out of my chair, woke up there the next mornin'
God bless my nigga, cause it's then I been spoiled
On my white muddy cup of Texas tea, that R

Please don't blow my high
Don't blow my high, no
When I'm sippin' that purple rain
Don't blow my high
[Incomprehensible] me, you don't know my life
Nigga don't blow my high, don't blow my high
When I'm sippin' that purple rain
I know it makes em crazy, keeps me lazy

I roll it back, crack a Dutch, have a sizip
Get introduced to this leaf in my spliziff
No stems, no seeds, no stizzicks
The ultimate experience like Jimmy Hendrix
I like to roll up, cowboy tradition
Or burn a Peace Pipe, and Cythe like the Injins
Or burn a big spliff, Bob Marley style
Buffalo Soldier, Rosta Farey style

Smokes on pizurp, we sipz on syzurp
Get it by the 8, by the pint or by the kizurp
Some might take ya high or a down or a bizurp
Whatever you can stand, floats you're boat makes ya twizurp
Yes, I fucks wit you if you smoke on green or sip on lean
Yea whatever, click or teen, strip for a scene
Nigga burn a spliff one time
Say bean and swing ya big body Benz and Ima swing mine

Please don't blow my high
Now, don't blow my high
Don't blow my high
When I'm sippin' that purple rain
Don't blow my high
Sippin' good right now
[Incomprehensible] me, you don't know my life
Nigga don't blow my high, don't blow my high
[Incomprehensible]
When I'm sippin' that purple rain
I know it makes em crazy, it keeps me lazy

Oh mayne, dedicated to real syrup sippers
Boys wit big white cups
Man, they doin' it mayne and 10 years plus, mayne
Dedicated to that boy Screw, my boy Fat Pat, boy Big Steve
My boy Big Melo rest in peace, them boiz poured up real big mayne
When they was here, you know what I'm sayin'
Wassup young pimp? We miss you mayne, come on home
I'ma pour a pint just for you
[Incomprehensible] got pregnant this year, mayne
I ain't [Incomprehensible] enough yet

Yo, screwed up Click, we in here
Manye hold up, I promise I'm throwed [Incomprehensible]
Hold up, wassup young Wee, the fingerz in here baby
Hey, ya'll gonna have to cut this off, mayne
I'm, I can't do this right now
Hey I'm, I'm comin' out

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Fifty Things - Lyrics - Dead Milkmen

Title: Fifty Things
Artist: Dead Milkmen
Composer(s): Dean Sabatino, Joseph Genaro, Rodney Underman, David Schulthise

Lyric:
Paul told us all he's gonna have a baby
But Jeanie said,. "Paul can't do that"
So Paul got mad and left in a hurry
Now Jeanie's sure he forgot his hat

I've got fifty things to do
But I'll get back to you
(And)

Somebody left a body in the basement
No, I'm not sure just a who it is
But, Tamara went down there and saw it this morning
She says it kinda looks like her Uncle Jim

I've got fifty things to do
But I'll get back to you
(And)

No, I won't do your dishes
No, I won't clean up this mess
No, I haven't got any pills

No, I haven't got any hash
No, I won't do your dishes
I won't clean up this goddamn mess

Chuck got up and made a cup of coffee
Stepped on a roach and went back to bed
When Tina got up, she saw the roach
"Is this for breakfast?", is what she said

I've got fifty things to do
But I'll get back to you
(And)

Pat's comin' over about 2:30
Danny'll be here 'bout quarter to four
If one more person comes to see me
Gonna have to get a revolvin' door

No, I haven't seen your skateboard
I haven't seen your Black Flag patch
No, I haven't seen your records

I haven't seen any of that
No, I haven't seen your skateboard
I haven't seen your Black Flag patch

Barbara, I'm sorry if you were unhappy
But you can't say I didn't try
So many things I wanted to do
So many things, but such little time

I've got fifty things to do
But, I'll get back to you

Fifty things to do
But, I'll get back to you

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