Leave It All Up To You - Lyrics - Late Night Special - Pretty Ricky

Title: Leave It All Up To You
Album: Late Night Special
Artist: Pretty Ricky
Composer(s): Corey Mathis, Stephen Garrett, Joseph Smith, Spectacular Smith, Marcus Cooper, Diamond Smith, Ryan Bowser, Antoine Macon, Steve Nowa

Lyric:
Pretty Ricky, baby

I'ma leave it up to you
Leave it all up to you
I'ma leave it up to you
Leave it all up to you

Leave it all up to you gurl
[Incomprehensible] tonight
I'ma leave it all up to you gurl
You gotta break da ice

Leave it all up to you gurl
It's gonna be worth those nights
I'ma leave it all up to you gurl
It's what you wanna do

Let's make sex a holiday
Let's celebrate all night and all day
Baby girl what does it take
A little foreplay, we can sex the night away

Yeah, gurl I'ma leave it up to you
I wanna see what you're gonna do
'Cuz tonight it's only me and you
Yeah, yeah, woah

Let me do you after school like some homework
But please don't give me no STD's
I'ma leave it up to you to please me
Age ain't nothing but a number you don't need ID for me

I'll be your lover, undercover
And you ain't gotta tell your mother we alone with each other
Because our first chance to romance
We can sneak away and take trip to France with your friends

But tonight I'm all yours
Leave it up to you to devour this four course with dessert of course
So what you waiting for
You're stuttering saying gimme gimme more, gimme gimme gimme more

Leave it all up to you gurl
[Incomprehensible] tonight
I'ma leave it all up to you gurl
You gotta break da ice

Leave it all up to you gurl
It's gonna be worth those nights
I'ma leave it all up to you gurl
It's what you wanna do

Let's take our time, slow it down
I'ma show you how a real player get down
I'ma blue star baby ain't no pressure
Come over here and let me lift your dress up

Holy dresser wish ya pleasure
Call up the maid and she can clean the mess up
Don't say nothing baby hold that thought

Every thing I do is messed up
You got me torn up
Like Latoya Luket
Wanna drop it in your bucket

I'ma player tryna crush it
I can tell that you want it
Oh, honey you got my feelings involved
I wanna cough it

Been 2 weeks 4 days, why, why
I still ain't touch it
I wanna put it in your stomach
Like some [Incomprehensible]

Your body language telling me
You want da same thang
You not no ordinary thang
'Cuz you my main thang

Dis ain't no guessin' game
I'm not tryna play Hangman
Show you thangz, buy you thangs
Oh, you's a sexy thang

Ice in your earing
Ice on your pinky ring
Ice on your toe ring
That's ice on my finger ring

Leave it all up to you gurl
[Incomprehensible] tonight
I'ma leave it all up to you gurl
You gotta break da ice

Leave it all up to you gurl
It's gonna be worth those nights
I'ma leave it all up to you gurl
It's what you wanna do

I'ma leave it up to you
Leave it all up to you
I'ma leave it up to you
Leave it all up to you

I'ma leave it up to you
Leave it all up to you
I'ma leave it up to you
Leave it all up to you

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1st Of Tha Month - Lyrics - The Collection: Vol. 1 - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: 1st Of Tha Month
Album: The Collection: Vol. 1
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson, Michael J. Powell

Lyric:
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Hey, my nigga, we havin' a wonderful day and I won't fuck wit me, why?
'Cuz it's the 1st of tha month and now we smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts
And sippin' on 40 ounces thuggin', come, come we got the blessed rum
From jumpin' all nights we high, hit up the block to where? East 99
I get wit my nigga to get me some yayo, double up nigga what you need?
We got weed to get P.O.D.'d

Fiend for the green leaves, give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low
'Cause the po, po creep when they roll slow
If you can't get away better toss that yayo, keep your bankroll
Yeah, we havin' a celebration, I love to stay high
And you better believe when it's time to grind
I'm down for mine, crime after crime fin to creep to the pad
'Cuz mom's got grub on the grill, if we got the food
You know, it's the 1st of tha month and my nigga we chills foe real

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Wake up and I see that my sister is already dressed
She said, "I'm gonna run and go get my stamps
Watch and make sure no one snatches my check", nigga
That's the mailman sort through the mail and put it up in a me pocket
So I be hittin' the 99 to get me a dub foe forty bucks
But ain't nobody ride that rita hop on the 10 to the click
Ready to get 'em up with a me thugs, and to cash that dum
I gotta get paid there, there holla, holla

Saint Claire got much to offer, whether it be weed on 93
Or off on the glock glock for some dollars
So get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh
Most all of my niggas got the same and we gonna roll it all up to smoke
Hittin' that reefer hydro, you know the cut, so fuck them po, po
Toss all that yayo, and we're gonna say no runnin' through the alley
And into the melee up on the second the sundown, those run from
January, November, December, remember the 1st of tha month

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

It's tha 1st of tha month, gotta grind gotta get mine
In the hood that I claim I slang on that double 9-9
Gotta find them dubs, gonna get a forty, can a thug get love?
What's up? Try to stand on my corner nigga
You'z a gonna Saint Claire niggas don't like that
And sellin' them dummies makin' that money come back nigga get pap pap
From the 1st to the 15th niggas smoke plenty weed
But I gotta save gotta come up, put my rocks on the cut

When I get high, nigga blaze that blunt, huh
Time to roll to the pad
Count up my profits and add it to the stash
Gotta watch my back see for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool
But never no shorts no losses
Dumpin' keepin' this niggas up off me see
Gotta search the whole block, spend a couple of bills
Thugs smoke a lot of weed on the 1st

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Wakin' up feelin' buzzed off up early mornin' stretchin'
I'm yawnin' lightweight bent chugga lugga take a fifth to the dome
Instead I kick it with my trues
But it's the 1st, so I'm getting my hustle on

Hop on the phone, calling up Krayzie Bone
Wanna know did you O.G check come?
(She put me down)
I'mma hop on the bus with Biz
(Yo Brother let's get drunk)
And I'm coming with blunt after blunt of this skunk

Nigga T just put me down
Oh God, how I love when the 1st come around?
Now, I'm feelin' black and mild, headed cross town
'Cuz niggas the 1st to get celebrated
Rushin' to the block cuz I wanna get faded
Lookin' all wild cuz I'm getting me hair braided
We heavy off into this game
True to the 1st just call me that pro slang

Them nickels and dimes and 20's and 50's
The 1st be the day for the dopeman
Slangin' that cocaine fool and I'm working late tonight
And all them fiends be lovin' them thugs
'Cuz I got them rocks for them pipes, come, come with them ease
I gotta get paid on the 1st, gotta blaze up my spliff
Get live with the Bone Thugs, Poetic Hustlas
In the graveyard shift on the 1st

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
...

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Tip - All In - Lyrics - Q

Title: Tip - All In
Artist: Q
Composer(s): Kamaal Fareed, J Yancey

Lyric:
"Yo. Niggas be on the mic, they be all serious
I'd love to be serious but effortless shit
Effortless effa-efortless. Mmm-hmm
Turn my music up, Duro. Yo, yo, you my hero
Make the shit get loud-a. Even more in my headphones loud-a
Uh. Sweetheart, shake yo' ass cheeks
Bust it. Mmm-hmmm. Mmm-hmmm."

We gon' knock it down and put this
Rock solid Amplified shit up
It hurts like a sit-up
So you betta send a letta to the betta
We cut the bank and takin' all the bankin' chedda
Girls get pretty-ed up
Then they comin' out the cut. Rap cats, lock it up
Worldwide vision where
Everybody sees clear
I could get you ten here
Uh. Makes no fuss. Keep my shit plush
Compliment, I get blushed. That's just how a brotha is
Big Willy kids and we really run our jibs
Ladies, breathe easy. Let your man please thee
Uh. Takin' rhymes to another zone
Is your mother home? 'Cause we can get the moans
And stay strickly on a rhythemic notion, and
Keep the joint close for the commotion and
Keep movin' around. Movie stars
Buy a little car, buy out the bar

("All in ") for the people who move wit' me
("All in ") for the nights of ecstasy
("All in ") for the way we work and play, doin' it
Everyday. This is how I need to be
("All in ") for the people who roll wit' me
("All in ") for the nights of ecstasy
("All in ") for the people who work and play, doin' it
Everyday. This is how I need to be

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?"
We do it alive, blowin' the spot of this
Showin' to prove what rap is. ("What is it?")
Marauder, pass the blue moon
Hit 'chu wit' the ill tune
Ass cheeks move wit' the help of my jacket bloom
Insert the veteran
Who consecutively come wit' shit yet again
On the dance floor, chicks get horny
Hopin' that they all move on me
Word, for REAL for real
Do it hard for the love of the game
Pull your card and I'm askin' yo' name, bitch
Jay-Dee be champion
Tip be stylin' and definin' yo' chick, best compan-ion
I'd advise you to fix your self, for real
And do your shit wit' more zeal. ("More zeal.")
We in the mix and it's thickenin'
My rhyme and it's tickin' in
The hatin' and the shit is so sickenin'
Picasso, original. ("'Riginal.")
You forg-azy and the shit amaze me
Sharpen your contrast and put a little color in it
High Define your screen and put this brotha in it

("All in ") for the people who move wit' me
("All in ") for the nights of ecstasy
("All in ") for the way we work and play, doin' it
Everyday. This is how I need to be
("All in ") for the people who roll wit' me
("All in ") for the nights of ecstasy
("All in ") for the people who work and play, doin' it
Everyday. This is how I need to be

("All in ") for the people who move wit' me
("All in ") for the nights of ecstasy
("All in ") for the way we work and play, doin' it
Everyday. This is how I need to be
("All in ") for the people who roll wit' me
("All in ") for the nights of ecstasy
("All in ") for the people who work and play, doin' it
Everyday. This is how I need to be

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Summer Nights - Lyrics - Lil' Rob

Title: Summer Nights
Artist: Lil' Rob
Composer(s): Robert Flores, John Stary

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Lyric:
I'm feeling good, feeling all right tonight
I'm feeling good now, it's all good in the neighborhood homes
Lil Rob, I feel good, I feel all right
Cruising through the neighborhood on a warm summer night
I feel good, that's right, I feel good now, summer nights

Summer days just sitting around
But when the sun goes down, I'll be ready to party
(Party)
Ain't nothing like them summer nights

Keep the top on drop while the girls looking hot
Hit the volo and we just don't stop
Party until the morning light
Ain't nothing like them summer nights

I just kicked it at home, I polished up the chrome
Call the ruca on the phone, let her know I'm home alone
Its seven thirty and the sun is going down
It's a summer night and the fun is going down

I picked her up and she looks all dolled up
(She looks good)
Sitting passenger in my rag impala
(Yeah)

I let her know she looks beautiful to me
The world is an ugly place but she's such a site to see
The kind of woman that would put up a fight for me
The kind that wants to spend summer nights with me

The temp was eighty and I'm cruising with my lady
Playing some Ralphie Pagan, oh, baby, baby
I see my home boys and they're cruising in their rides
(Hey, wassup homes)

With their ladies sitting by their side
People think we look crazy but I think we look classy
But then again thats only if you ask me

Summer days just sitting around
But when the sun goes down, I'll be ready to party
(Party)
Ain't nothing like them summer nights

Keep the top on drop while the girls looking hot
Hit the volo and we just don't stop
Party until the morning light
Ain't nothing like them summer nights

My home boys throwing a back yard boogie
So, every body gets together to unwind
Relax and have a fun time
The DJ is spinning so I grab the mic and be like
Ain't nothing like them summer nights

The party is packed with beautiful woman
And a gang of the homies that want to get with them
And they'll say anything just to hit 'em
And it's usually a nice summer night when they did 'em

I don't know, it must be something in the air
Can't help but have a good time because the feeling is there
To some people the feeling is rare
They're at the pad saying, "God dam, I wish I was there"

To have a drink, have a tok and hook up
With some one fine but the kind that looks up
Got to keep some pisto in the cup
Party until the sun comes up or we give up

Summer days just sitting around
But when the sun goes down Ill be ready to party
(Party)
Ain't nothing like them summer nights

Keep the top on drop while the girls looking hot
Hit the volo and we just don't stop
Party until the morning light
Ain't nothing like them summer nights

Them summer nights can keep a smile on your face
Gotta try to have a good time with your
Life otherwise, it's just a waste
Either way I'm gonna party, just in case

Like prince partied like it was 99, in 87, 88
I couldn't ask for no better weather
I'm right next to the Pacific to be specific
The candy paint job glows under the moon light
As I close out my summer night and say good night

It's time to put the top up and park it, drop it
Unplug the ground, roll up the windows and lock it
Walk into the pad and fall into bed
As she lays on my chest to rest her sleepy head

And we do this all night long, from dust till dawn
But it's not quite the same when summer nights are gone
But even when they're gone, it won't be long
Eight more months and once again it's on

Summer days just sitting around
But when the sun goes down Ill be ready to party
(Party)
Ain't nothing like them summer nights

Keep the top on drop while the girls looking hot
Hit the volo and we just don't stop
Party until the morning light
Ain't nothing like them summer nights

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Playboy - Lyrics - The Hunger for More - Lloyd Banks

Title: Playboy
Album: The Hunger for More
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): Christopher Lloyd, Brian Hines, Denny Laine

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Lyric:
Aw man, can I get a raw beat?
Y'all ready, y'all ready
For the main man
The Lloyd Banks

Guess who's the man this winter, straight out the land of sinners
The Range is tan with spinners, check out the white mirrors
Blow with the damn winners, while you and your man's finished
Two in your Rams fitteds, turn off your light switch

Holdin' my torch down, even when the force 'round
You let your wife roam, she want a divorce now
You niggaz ain't this gully, play it I paint your skully
You never take this from me the riders and all the gangsters love me

You shouldn't be a problem, I ain't be a problem
See you later I read your head, you be a Robin
I know your type, hoppin' all over beat screamin'
You call it hypin' yourself up, I call it street dreamin'

I do it for all the haters, the players roll with the 'gators
They lookin' forward to favors, gossip is all they gave us
You niggaz wasn't quiet, meet the whales and the fishes
You leak the precinct up, play Tattletale with the snitches

Even my momma knows, I got all kind of hoes
They wait outside of shows, strict after the diner close
I'll get designer clothes, without the wine or rose
Take off my baby blue mink, and Carolina Vogues

Come here, take a look inside a entertainer's closet
I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorena Bobbitt
Niggaz stay in pocket, I know you're mad at me
But shit ain't all peaches and cream, and I ain't Sara Lee
Bitch

Don't ice me, you starin' at the wrong one
It's a lot of girls here, go and get a grown one
We at the bar poppin' bottles 'til they all gone
If you ain't leavin' here with us, you can walk home
'Cause someone else will, they know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on East side
Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride

(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(Right, damn)
(Let's go)

I do this for the hood, niggaz stuck in the slammer
I smile 'cause I'm good, you act tough for the camera
Run from the lil' kids, they fuckin' with Santa
'Cause they like 2Pac more, word? Word to my grandma

I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn
'Cause they'll take ya to jail, even when you're not wrong
Dawg, you're not this flashy, jux you got to blast me
Every rock is classy, nobody on your block can match me

You shouldn't wanna fight, unless you wanna fight
For your life in the hospital a hundred nights
I know your type, run behind your girlfriend rushin'
You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin'

I'm on a beach in Miami, so you ain't reachin' my family
All weekend with panties from Puerto Rican Cammie
You niggaz wasn't tough, I shoulda snapped two flicks
You wore your pants tight, played Pitty-Pat with the chicks

Even my father knows, where the revolver goes
I bring the beef to your front door like Dominoes
And my diamonds froze, that mean my time is froze
Me in the club from when it's poppin' 'til the time it close

Half of these so-called real niggaz'll probably sing
Nah, I ain't pullin' over, learned that from Rodney King
So tell your homey chill, you know I hold the steel
Everything be jabs and hooks, and you ain't Holyfield
Nigga

Don't ice me, you starin' at the wrong one
It's a lot of girls here, go and get a grown one
We at the bar poppin' bottles 'til they all gone
If you ain't leavin' here with us, you can walk home
'Cause someone else will, they know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on East side
Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride

Everybody on the left get yo' hands up
(Get yo' hands up)
Everybody on the right get yo' hands up
(Get yo' hands up)
Everybody up front get yo' hands up
(Get yo' hands up)
And everybody out back get yo' hands up
(What)

And if you in here with a strap get yo' hands up
(What)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)

What, man fuck what he said man, put 'em up
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)

Ooh
Lloyd Banks, what?
Ooh!

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Nights In Harlem - Lyrics - I Know - Luther Vandross

Title: Nights In Harlem
Album: I Know
Artist: Luther Vandross
Composer(s): Luther Vandross, Rex Rideout, Fonzi Thornton

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Lyric:
In the big apple, scars embedded like tattoos
Ghetto love, protection from what's coming at you
Keeping our heads up, maintaining self esteem
And reminiscing on the Harlem Nights scene

We used to party all night
We used to hang out all night like it was all right
Hoping we all might make it through
Doin' what it takes to do to keep it true

I like to reminisce about that night we kissed
It was somewhere in Harlem
The nights were hot and bright, you could treat your honey right
'Coz Sylvia's would burn all night, yeah

Remember the times we struggled and still held on
Remember the nights in Harlem
Remember the times when we would dance all night long
Remember the nights in Harlem

Big sister had a group and they'd sit out on the stoop
And Lordy could they harmonize
My cousin Joe could blow just like the radio
And he used to drove them 'B' girls wild

Remember the times we struggled and still held on
Remember the nights in Harlem
Remember the times when we would dance all night long
Remember the nights in Harlem

Remember the times we struggled and still held on
Remember the nights in Harlem
Remember the times when we would dance all night long
Remember the nights in Harlem

Hey yeah
Oh yeah

Hey, yo, the blocks are hot, uptown, you know the spots
Night life where this playa's game is quite tight
One two five where my name's inscribed
Sparkin' trees, avoiding felonies, keepin' it love

Headed for them riches, straight to stardom
Can't forget the struggle, all Brooklyn to Harlem
Dapper Dan's, shows at the Apollo
Harlem days, summertime is my rhyme ya follow

And through the pain, we held on
With more to obtain, more to gain
Ya can't dwell on bad vibes and sad lives we encountered
Take care of self and family, that's what it amounts to

Inhale so you could feel this realness
In New York sound, down with more cats than Felix
Steal this? Yeah, some they may wanna
You can't duplicate the great, I make it warmer

Just like the Harlem world streets we all knew
We coming up this time, we all flow, we all glow
Each one's gotta shing, a better life
That's what each one's gotta find

Remember the times we struggled and still held on
Remember the nights in Harlem
Remember the times when we would dance all night long
Remember the nights in Harlem

Remember the times we struggled and still held on
Remember the nights in Harlem
Remember the times when we would dance all night long
Remember the nights in Harlem

Remember the times we struggled and still held on
Remember the nights in Harlem
Remember the times when we would dance all night long
Remember the nights in Harlem

Remember the times we struggled and still held on
Remember the times when we would dance all night long

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Bounce - Lyrics - U Gotta Feel Me - Lil' Flip

Title: Bounce
Album: U Gotta Feel Me
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Oscar Salinas, W E Weston, Juan Salinas

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Lyric:
Yea, this track right here making nigga them bounce, y'know
Jump in the old Chevy and bounce
Yea, uh, play ya skillz on the track

Now bounce for yo click nigga, bounce, bounce for yo hood
And throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from
Now bounce for yo town nigga, bounce, it's goin down
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from

Now bounce for yo click nigga, bounce, bounce for yo hood
And throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from
Now bounce for yo town nigga, bounce, it's goin down
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from

Now where you from? Homey I'm from the southside
When I pull up it then Maybach and leave your mouthwide
You better get your mind correct like the color changing clique
Before I correct your mind and fuck around and bang your chick, nigga

One time for all my ladies, two times for all my thugs
If you wearin' a fake jacob you know you a scrub
You gotta step it up, I got a special cup
I get my shine on, but no these ain't no rimestones

I got my clothing line, I got my liquor coming
And if you on a verse each part fifteen hundred
Nigga you do the math, I never use a cab
I'm from the derrty, I rock custom jerseys

Now bounce for yo click nigga, bounce, bounce for yo hood
And throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from
Now bounce for yo town nigga, bounce, it's goin down
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from

Now bounce for yo click nigga, bounce, bounce for yo hood
And throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from
Now bounce for yo town nigga, bounce, it's goin down
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from

I pack a k nigga, I blow that haze nigga
I'll be at frisco fuckin' with them bay niggaz
Them niggaz bump screw, and they will jump you
They pick me up from the airport with them pumps foo

And we ready nigga so bring it on ho
I be at Harlem nights but don't step on my big toe
One time for all my gangstas, two police for them wankstas
I made a lot of yall careers and and yall ain't tell me thank ya

But I'm a grown man, I hold my own man
Not from ATL but I'm killin' Mikes like Killer Mike
Half the time I don't write, I just grab an ounce
Tell play to fresh record and watch these niggaz bounce

Now bounce for yo click nigga, bounce, bounce for yo hood
And throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from
Now bounce for yo town nigga, bounce, it's goin down
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from

Now bounce for yo click nigga, bounce, bounce for yo hood
And throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from
Now bounce for yo town nigga, bounce, it's goin down
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from

I'm on luda shit, screwed up, track eight
Plus I did rock n' roll with Fam Lay
In VA, Norfolk to be exact
I did a track with Swiss Beats, yea I got that crack

My niggaz got my back, yo niggaz quick to run
And leave you there lookin' dumb, now that's gangsta
One time for all my pimps, two times for all my hoes
I went from gold, white to plat, back to rosegold

Now bounce for yo click nigga, bounce, bounce for yo hood
And throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from
Now bounce for yo town nigga, bounce, it's goin down
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from

Now bounce for yo click nigga, bounce, bounce for yo hood
And throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from
Now bounce for yo town nigga, bounce, it's goin down
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from

Bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce

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Rooftop - Lyrics - Mest - Mest

Title: Rooftop
Album: Mest
Artist: Mest
Composer(s): Tony Lovato

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Lyric:
Starin' at the broke street light
Some of those lonely nights
I didn't know if we
Would make it through

Stayin' up 'til 5 a.m
Watchin' the sun
Come up again
I'd do it all again if I could

So if I call
Will you be there?
I miss the nights
We used to share

Up on the rooftop
Listening to punk rock
Nobody believed us
This could be our one shot
That was all we had

The nights that we wasted
Got us through the days
That seemed never ending
Always in a haze
But, we just didn't care
No, we just didn't care

The only place that we could go
Starin' at a world
We didn't know
Wondering if this was all we had

40 ounce, intoxicated dreams
All our faded memories
That's what made us
Who we are today

So if I call
Will you be there?
(If I call will you be there?)
I miss the nights
We used to share

Up on the rooftop
Listening to punk rock
Nobody believed us
This could be our one shot
That was all we had

The nights that we wasted
Got us through the days
That seemed never ending
Always in a haze
But, we just didn't care
No, we just didn't care

All these nights, left alone
Is what made us
All these nights, left alone
Is what made us, what made us

Up on the rooftop
Listening to punk rock
Nobody believed us
This could be our one shot
That was all we had

Up on the rooftop
Listening to punk rock
Nobody believed us
This could be our one shot
That was all we had

The nights that we wasted
Got us through the days
That seemed never ending
Always in a haze
But, we just didn't care
No, we just didn't care

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It'S Ok - Lyrics - Atomic Kitten - Atomic Kitten

Title: It'S Ok
Album: Atomic Kitten
Artist: Atomic Kitten
Composer(s): Mikkel Eriksen, Tor Erik Hermansen, Hallgeir Rustan

Lyric:
Well I remember all the nights I used to stay at home
On the phone, all night long
Used to talk about the things we really wanna do
I believed in you

I remember how you used to say
Have no fear, be okay
When you told me anything you want is possible
We could have it all

I believed in you
I must have been a fool
All my dreams were with you

I say, "It's okay"
I can promise you, it's alright
You ain't keeping me up all night, no more
You're not here but it's okay
I assure you babe it's alright
You ain't keeping me up all night, no more
You're not here but it's okay

Well, now you got to where you wanted like I knew you would
Cash, car, house, it's all good
Is that why you never come around here no more
Like you did before?

Got it all that's the way it seems
Looks like you lived your dream
And I hope your life has turned out for the better now
When I'm not around

I believed in you
I must have been a fool
All my dreams are with you

I say, "It's okay"
I can promise you, it's alright
You ain't keeping me up all night, no more
You're not here but it's okay
I assure you babe it's alright
You ain't keeping me up all night, no more
You're not here but it's okay

It's alright and it's okay and
It's alright and it's okay and
It's alright and it's okay and
And you're not here with me

It's alright and it's okay and
It's alright and it's okay and
It's alright and it's okay and
And you're not here with me

I say, "It's okay"
I can promise you, it's alright
You ain't keeping me up all night, no more
You're not here but it's okay
I assure you babe it's alright
You ain't keeping me up all night, no more
You're not here but it's okay

It's alright and it's okay and
It's alright and it's okay and
It's alright and it's okay and
And you're not here with me

It's alright and it's okay and
It's alright and it's okay and
It's alright and it's okay and
You're not here but it's okay

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Boogie Nights All Night - Lyrics - Live - Erykah Badu

Title: Boogie Nights All Night
Album: Live
Artist: Erykah Badu
Composer(s): Rod Temperton

Lyric:
We gon' keep it back for y'all
Keep it back in the day
Boogie nights, wo oh oh
Boogie nights, wo oh oh
Wo oh oh oh

Come on new york
Whatcha say, come on
What they say, push it up, oh
Something's got me so excited baby
A feeling I've been holding back so long
You got me shook up, shook down, shook out
On your loving
And boy, I can't wait to get started loving you
All night long, I waited for your love to come
To the roof, to show you the groove
It's you that I love, I love
And for this loving, I'll be waiting
For your love, anticipating
Hurry I said, cause I can't wait to get it on
I'm gonna give it to ya

All night long
I'm gonna give it to ya, give it to ya, give it to ya, give it to ya
All night long
I can't wait to love you baby
I'm gonna give it to ya
I'm gonna give it to ya
I'm gonna give it to ya

Oh, something's got me so delighted baby
I see your face in everything I do
You've got me, shook up, shook down, shook out
On your lovin'
And boy, there is just no way, I'll ever, get over you
All night long, I waited for your love to come
To the roof, to show you the groove
It's you that I love, I love
Up on this rooftop, I'll be waiting
For your love, anticipating
Hurry up I said, 'cause I can't wait to get it on

All night long
I can't wait to love you baby
All night long
I wanna give it to ya, give it to ya, give it to ya, give it to ya
All night long
Come on up boy, don't be late
What I got for you won't wait
All night long
Climb up on the rooftop, don't stop
My love's waiting when you reach the top

Jamaica funk, that's what it is
Let it get into you
Jamaica funk, that's what it is
Coming from jamaica
Can you feel it
Let it get into you
Cause I feel the funk, deep down in my soul
Comin' from jamaica

All night long
I wanna give it to ya, give it to ya, give it to ya, give it to ya
All night long
I can't wait to love you baby
I'm gonna give it to ya
Sweebe-do-be-do-do do-ya
Sweebe-do-be-do-do do-ya
Alright, alright, thank you, thank you

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Up All Nights - Lyrics - Creeper Lagoon

Title: Up All Nights
Artist: Creeper Lagoon
Composer(s): Ian Sefchick, Sharky Laguana

Lyric:
I ran around with my head cut off
And it was frightening to say the least
Crowds of people stood around and stared
And it was frightening to say the least

Baby I should have come home
When I had the chance
But I was elastic and I was stretching
Everybody's dreams

I saw the sun stagger up bloody red it was fantastic
Took my last sip
I felt my legs buckle down to the brick
I stand and fall walked then crawl

Baby I should have came home
When I had the chance
But I was elastic and I was stretching
Everybody's dreams

Stay up all night
Gonna get wasted yeah you were right
Cheer up I'll be alright
Gonna fall graceful, gonna fall light

I felt insane heading home dressed in sheets
Barely breathing, shaking, freezing
And now it's all sinking in bitter sweet
She won't touch me hold or trust me

Baby I should have came home
When I had the chance
But I was a bastard and I was wrecking
Everybody's dreams

Stay up all night
Gonna get wasted yeah you were right
Cheer up I'll be alright
Gonna fall graceful, gonna fall light
Stay up all night
Gonna get wasted yeah you were right

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My Life - Lyrics - M.A.D.E. - Memphis Bleek

Title: My Life
Album: M.A.D.E.
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): E. Johnson, Edwin Delahoz, Malik Cox

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Lyric:
Yeah, I mean, M.A.D.E, no mob shit
Money, Attitude, Direction, and Education
Some real shit
Think about my hood one time, my hood, it's trippin'
Thinkin' I've changed, crossed niggaz
Where we go wrong

I'm from that two-bedroom apartment, Marcy
5-3-4, that middle building, yeah, they say it started me
I'm new to it but consider me young
Seen it all happen, ain't understand what was done
But, all I wanted was the fly kicks, fly shit
Little nigga but still kept a fly bitch
And back then it was love in the hood
Knuckle up with ya dog and fuck it, it's all good

Now, I'm in the crib rippin' up to go to war with 'em
Same little niggaz I used to steal from the store with 'em
I go and get 'em from school
Used to take the same bus, same train back then we was cool
I broke bread at lunch with 'em
And if mom's left me with two singles, then you know
I'm splittin' one with 'em, we cut school in the building I lived in
One floor higher, smokin' and gettin' higher

Damn, think of age, now we locked up north
It was like yesterday we was practicin' sports
Went from flippin' on mats now he flippin' in the box
Locked twenty-three hours up a day, he in the max
Ain't no lookin' back because this life goes on
We was kids didn't care about the rights and wrongs
But, nobody judged us the ghetto loved us
Streets, the only thing that ever took something from us

I lost a couple friends
But I promised and prayed that if I make it, Im'a see 'em again
I admit, I was wild as a child
And my mom's aint like none of my friends who use to call me Ismhael
My brother stayed on punishment, mama found out he hustle and
Found couple jacks, her plan she thought of flushin' it
Me, I'm in the streets I swore, never change
My brother caught a 'cause, I came up to do the same

It's all about my days
This is all about my nights
This is all about my pain
This is all about my life

This is all about my days
This is all about my nights
This is all about my pain
This is all about my life

I got my first work, about the age of fourteen
My brother fighting a case his bail was fourteen
Me, still hustlin', school not going
My clothes started changin', the money started showin'
My right hand was owing every hoe we know
She represent us through the ghetto every hood we know, yeah
He put me on on that traffic, though the money was average
I aint care I learned how to handle that package

Then, a body dropped, O locked for minute
The squad it never died, I was left to represent it
Took a nigga out his crib his name I aint gon' mention it
Know this hit home, I know this nigga listenin'
'Cause we was tighter than brothers where did the love go
I called your mother my mom's dog, I let the love show
This was supposed to be us
You was supposed to have the next verse dog
This was supposed to be us

And, you know I taught you the streets, taught you to pitch in
I gave you that gear got you all the bitches
I never thought you ever cross me dog
If they back me down in the corner, get 'em off me dog
Now I see exactly where we went wrong
When I spin through the hood and I see him, I keep it goin'
Now the ghetto lookin' at me like I changed
But, I'm still that regular nigga I'm still the same

It's all about my days
This is all about my nights
This is all about my pain
This is all about my life

This is all about my days
This is all about my nights
This is all about my pain
This is all about my life

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Wrong Ones - Lyrics - Confessions Of Fire - Cam'Ron

Title: Wrong Ones
Album: Confessions Of Fire
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Darrell Branch, William Beck, Cameron Giles, Larry Troutman

Lyric:
{Hello
Yo Kam
Yo mom whats up, what's goin' on
Yo I can't meet you later yo
What happened?
Yo he stalkin' me
He in yo face like dat
Like dat yo hold on}

{Yo I'm talkin' to June, alright
Damn he in yo face like dat
Just like dat
Yo I'll beep you later I can call you later
Alright alright}

Ay yo, you got ta undastand, I'm like a food to tha world
'Cause I'm friends wit ya man plus your cool wit my girl
Now I don't really understand how dat cat he be stressin' you
I don't understand that you grown but yet he question you
Guessin' that you love him but you in it for tha pay
But he know where you at every minute of tha day
But since we learned to creep is like we yearn for sleep
And my girls in my face when I don't return tha beep

It's like a sin or a crime you in tha Benz all tha time
But ya man know you ain't wit ya friends all tha time
I'll be selfish sayin' chancin' tha long
Dat's why I hang up when he answer tha phone
And I'll be callin' from tha house in tha Paul lobby
Plus I know him he too cheap for caller ID
And my girl in my face just stressin' me child
But I'll dial anotha number if she press redial

Ay yo, me and you creep right now it's all fun
But you ever really think about tha long run
When tha nights over and it's all done
Were tha wrong ones, were tha wrong ones

Ay yo, me and you creep right now it's all fun
But you ever really think about tha long run
When tha nights over and it's all done
Were tha wrong ones, were tha wrong ones

I feel bad but good, uh huh, when I'm sexin' you
But undastand it's more than just tha sex with you
It's ya otha side you show me your intellectual
The way you handle tha things, minds a professional
But a real freak behind close doors
And you have me open tha way you throw yours
What tha hell you think why I 'bout those drawz
And when you go down how you move those jawz, oh Lord

For you I'll be out on a search
Damn you look good in ya blouse and ya skirts
But we got to be careful when we out doin' dirt
This ain't about us it's about who we hurt
But mom, I love ya technique, tha way you make tha bed squeak
Ya man can't get it up maybe girl he deat meat
So lets creep in a lex jeep
At a secret location do it again next week

Ay yo, me and you creep right now it's all fun
But you ever really think about tha long run
When tha nights over and it's all done
Were tha wrong ones, were tha wrong ones

Me and you creep right now it's all fun
But you ever really think about tha long run
When tha nights over and it's all done
Were tha wrong ones, were tha wrong ones

Ay yo, now that I sit here I lay distraught
Tha feelings get involved when you play tha sport
'Cause when I'm wit my girl you even stay in thought
And that dates back to my days in court

Sayin' you admired tha way I faught
You ain't even listen when my airplay was short
Me for you girl yo I feel we deserve it
But you ever really think about is it worth it
When tha nights over and tha cris' is gone
You got kids and a man playin' Mr. Mom
Your man and my wife will be gone in tha smoke
'Cause tha last time we did it tha condom broke

{Cam I'm pregnant
So whatchu tellin' me for
Oh, you can lay down and make a baby
But you can't take care of one
Get outta here wit dat righteous
[Incomprehensible]
Man listen man that's not my baby
I don't care}

Ay yo, me and you creep right now it's all fun
But you ever really think about tha long run
When tha nights over and it's all done
Were tha wrong ones, were tha wrong ones

Me and you creep right now it's all fun
But you ever really think about tha long run
When tha nights over and it's all done
Were tha wrong ones, were tha wrong ones

Ay yo, me and you creep right now it's all fun
But you ever really think about tha long run
When tha nights over and it's all done
Were tha wrong ones, were tha wrong ones

Me and you creep right now it's all fun
But you ever really think about tha long run
When tha nights over and it's all done
Were tha wrong ones, were tha wrong ones

Ay yo, me and you creep right now it's all fun
But you ever really think about tha long run

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Well Water - Lyrics - Dark Days Bright Nights - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Well Water
Album: Dark Days Bright Nights
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Shannon Houchins, Warren Anderson Mathis

Lyric:
Let that water cleanse yo' mind
Feel it tricklin' down yo' spine
It's all about the wills and wont's, do's and don'ts
And the price they'll pay to shine

Now I done came a ways up this long road, in spite of the lies that y'all told
Believe me these folks is all cold from the Polo Club to Paul doe
They all know Bubba ya boy who cut her without a rubber
But you couldn't look past my skin, so me and Ken wrote about the water
Now it's true I babble on about blotter and tales of beanstalks
But peep it it ain't no secret I'm reachin' beyond that cheap talk
'Cause we fought battles and this water make yo' trunk rattle
So if it's beef you searchin' fo' I run with poachers who hunt cattle

And it don't matter, if you crunk in the club, or drunk in the pub
Bring that notion to my ocean boy you sunk in a sub
I'm crumblin' buds of homegrown, ponderin' shit that's gone wrong
But fuck it it ain't productive to dwell on somethin' that's lone gone
My dome's blown, from twenty plus years of experimentin'
With whatever drug you pedalin', from acid coke to heroin
But lately I've been settlin for liquor and herbal treats
I want the money, the hoes, and the house on Myrtle Beach

Let that water cleanse yo' mind
Feel it tricklin' down yo' spine
It's all about the wills and wont's, do's and don'ts
And the price they'll pay to shine
Let that water cleanse yo' mind
I pray it opens up your eyes
'Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all
So we live for the present time

Next time you in the A-T-L get on 85 South and travel
Sixty miles to Legrange, but watch yo' chrome off on that gravel
Then mount your horse and saddle 'cause you in the country now
The birthplace of Bubba 'Kay now leave before the sun is down
It's funny how you look at us as nothin' more than crumbs of dust
That's scattered on your wall when just like y'all in guns we trust
Run with us for bout a week, let us teach you how to speak
With this jazzy rural grammar to get them hoes up out they seat

Bouncin' beats all down the street out them Buicks on chrome 'n' blades
And even though it's Christmas day we still eatin' on foamy plates
Ain't nuttin', we gon' be straight whether you accept us or decline us
I ain't Baby, Shan ain't Mannie, but I still feel we 'Big Tymers'
Them classics all designers, unforgiven and livin'
Like today is forever 'cause tomorrow is for the vision
Based on optimism and honestly I can't see it
I'ma crank it up tonight if tomorrow comes so be it

Let that water cleanse yo' mind
Feel it tricklin' down yo' spine
It's all about the wills and wont's, do's and don'ts
And the price they'll pay to shine
Let that water cleanse yo' mind
I pray it opens up your eyes
'Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all
So we live for the present time

Man I'm feelin' day to day, on dope quotes ridin' a boat that hope floats
With an entourage of po' folks, who smoke dope but don't cope
I swear to y'all I won't croak, before this dream is realized
No confederates in this settlement but trust me the South will rise
It ain't even about the rap shit, we already mastered that shit
All the water in this well's for country folks who never had shit
Did you know they closin' down the only factory in this town?

But still you got the nerve to say it's plenty work to go around
I asked the Lord to hold me down 'til I find me some distribution
He kept me up for seven nights then finally hit me with this solution
As a result of this pollution it seems my water is now valued
At twenty dollars a jug, so yes sir, we puttin' it out soon
But in the form of loud tunes to soothe your troubled heart
What many call salvation is really just Bubba Sparxxx
So when I'm easin' up them charts, say thank you cause this for y'all
Pay the price, live your life, and that money, get it all

Let that water cleanse yo' mind
Feel it tricklin' down yo' spine
It's all about the wills and wont's, do's and don'ts
And the price they'll pay to shine
Let that water cleanse yo' mind
I pray it opens up your eyes
'Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all
So we live for the present time

If you need to bathe, then bathe
And if you wanna drink, come on and drink from this well

Let that water cleanse yo' mind
Feel it tricklin' down yo' spine
It's all about the wills and wont's, do's and don'ts
And the price they'll pay to shine
Let that water cleanse yo' mind
I pray it opens up your eyes
'Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all
So we live for the present time

Bubba Sparxxx, huh, Big Shan, J.J., Southwestern Clay
Collabo, two geezy, huh, y'all hurtin' for this
Huh, you need it, Bubba

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Remember Them Days - Lyrics - The Truth - Beanie Sigel

Title: Remember Them Days
Album: The Truth
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Michael Sandlofer, Dwight Grant, E Jeffers

Lyric:
Yeah, uh it's all good now
It's all good now
We out the hood now
It's all good now
We out the hood now, we out the hood now
It's all good now
We out the hood now
It's all good now, NU

Who thought we'd see the day when we're kick our feet up
Lay back, exhale, haa, put the heat up
No stress, no scale, no jail could keep us
Only case we catching now would be a misdemeanor
Remember we used to hustle thinking life would cheat us
Not knowing if we struggled life would treat us
Think on how mommy carried us, where life gon' lead us?
Knowing if we getting married, our wife will need us

If at one time you could look into my mind
When I close my eyes and remember them times
No gas, had a hot plate heat our dinners
No cash, most nights ate sleep for dinner
Welfare and white landlord, that life ain't easy
Only ones is moving up was George and Weezy
All my sugar water babies who live in autos, it's crazy
You keep it in the dark, I'mma speak it from the heart

Remember dem days, livin' all days in doubt
Remember dem days, thinking there's no way out
Remember dem days, not knowing which way to route, uhh
It's all good now, we out the hood now
Remember dem days, all of us under the covers
Remember dem days, heating up the house with the oven
Remember dem days, thinking that life ain't love us, come on
It's all good now, we out the hood now

Remember kids who run the block
You never thought they would get harmed
Only time our block got wet is when is sprinklers loose on
Think about that time dawg that wasn't long
Now that we got kids think when we was born
Coming up in my hood was hard, every day my mom cooked with lard
Fucked up I couldn't feed myself, living life no means of wealth
Eating shit I can't believe myself, that's not a joke

Man I was dealt these cards and I played dem out
Yeah the road was rough but I made a route
Now picture running extension cords from your neighbor's house
To get lights, fuck Max on the latest routes
Used to close my eyes try to fade it out
Dumb niggas in the hood think I made it out
Man that showed me just where they mental at
And tell me half of these cats ain't been through Jack

Remember dem days, livin' all days in doubt
Remember dem days, thinking there's no way out
Remember dem days, not knowing which way to route, uhh
It's all good now, we out the hood now
Remember dem days, all of us under the covers
Remember dem days, heating up the house with the oven
Remember dem days, thinking that life ain't love us, come on
It's all good now, we out the hood now

Yo, every day I think Deke and Rola
For introducing me to Dame and Hovah
Ever since that day I met Jay, man, I knew my pain was over
They let me in this game it's over
Mom, I know I put you through hell, but now I'm gonna order you heaven
No more temporary layoffs like Florida Evans
Ain't no good times about dat there
Your boy rhyme now, and it's fine now, we out dat there

Fuck that Access car
I'mma work extra hard to turn that into a platinum express car
You can have sweet dreams at night
Your boy ain't out there with dem toys and them pings at night
All dem cracks and the gats left that life alone
It's the tracks and the raps and the microphone
Wish y'all would fuck that up now
Shit it's all good now, we out the hood now

Remember dem days, livin' all days in doubt
Remember dem days, thinking there's no way out
Remember dem days, not knowing which way to route, uhh
It's all good now, we out the hood now
Remember dem days, all of us under the covers
Remember dem days, heating up the house with the oven
Remember dem days, thinking that life ain't love us, come on
It's all good now, we out the hood now

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Up On The Hill - Lyrics - Bag Of Hits - Fun Lovin Criminals

Title: Up On The Hill
Album: Bag Of Hits
Artist: Fun Lovin Criminals
Composer(s): Stephen Byron Borgovini, Hugh Thomas Morgan, Brian Andrew Leiser

Lyric:
It's just a hill of beans to some
Bums talking 6-figure shit, while they taking their lump
See I grew up on the hill but still I keep ready
Had a mind of my own like Wes gave to Freddy

As Freddy got clipped, man, so did my youth
Spending nights with my rights, knocked to my tooth
Yeah, it scarred my soul it fucked me up like vodka
Had me walking around mumbling shit like I was Latka

The hill don't discriminate, they know who you are
If you make it over the edge then baby, you the star
The big top knows all the choices you chose
Both respected and feared by your friends and your foes

Now up on the hill is where you find us
Yeah, up on the hill that shit is timeless
Yeah, up on the hill that burns the brightest
Yeah, up on the hill, up on the hill

And up on the hill is where you find us
And up on the hill that shit is timeless
Yeah, up on the hill there ain't no contest
Yeah, up on the hill, up on the hill

Now go make your mound in an anthill, sonny
You be dead by 40, but you make a lotta money
A shot clock is dropped, choose when you choose
And if you ain't up on the hill, you lose

Now damn the jokes and damn the torpedos
Live a life of your dreams, like Boz did Lido
I said Lido, who-a-oh
I said one more time, ought to get it

Now look up, look up higher and see
It's not as hard as you figured it would be
Now 2 tons, 2 tons lighter
Agreed, now, if it's all right with you it's all right with me

Now up on the hill is where you find us
And up on the hill that shit is timeless
Yeah, up on the hill there ain't no contest
Yeah, up on the hill, up on the hill

And up on the hill is where you find us
And up on the hill that shit is timeless
Yeah, up on the hill there ain't no contest
Yeah, up on the hill, up on the hill

Now up on the hill is where you find us
Yeah, up on the hill that shit is timeless
Yeah, up on the hill that burns the brightest
Yeah, up on the hill, up on the hill

Now up on the hill is where you find us
Yeah, up on the hill that shit is timeless
Yeah, up on the hill that burns the brightest
Yeah, up on the hill, up on the hill

Up on the hill is where you find us
And up on the hill that shit is timeless
Yeah, up on the hill there ain't no contest
Yeah, up on the hill, up on the hill

Up on the hill is where you find us
And up on the hill that shit is timeless
Yeah, up on the hill there ain't no contest
Yeah, up on the hill, up on the hill

Up on the hill is where you find us
Yeah, up on the hill that shit is timeless
Yeah, up on the hill that burns the brightest
Yeah, up on the hill, up on the hill

It's just a hill of beans to some
Bums talking 6-figure shit, while they taking their lump
See I grew up on the hill but still I keep ready
Had a mind of my own like Wes gave to Freddy

As Freddy got clipped, man, so did my youth
Spending nights with my rights, knocked to my tooth
It scarred my soul it fucked me up like vodka
Had me walking around mumbling shit like I was Latka

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