Walk Like A Man (You Can Call Me Your Man) - Lyrics - Grand Funk Railroad

Title: Walk Like A Man (You Can Call Me Your Man)
Artist: Grand Funk Railroad
Composer(s): D Brewer, Mark Farner

Lyric:
Walk like a man
And talk like a man
Walk like a man, baby
You can call me your man

A little girl asked me what am I gonna do
When I get old and blue and worn clear through
And I said, by that time I'm gonna be in my prime
I'm gonna strut like a cock until I'm 99

I'm gonna walk like a man
And talk like a man
Walk like a man, baby
You can call me your man

Sometimes I feel it's getting late
In life all that settling down can wait
Till my routine days all seem the same
Right now I've got to get on out, I've gotta make my day

I'm gonna walk like a man
And talk like a man
Walk like a man, baby
You can call me your man

I'm gonna walk like a man
And talk like a man
Walk like a man, baby
You can call me your man

I'm gonna walk like a man
And talk like a man
Walk like a man, baby
You can call me your man
...

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Walk Like A Panther - Lyrics - Pretenders

Title: Walk Like A Panther
Artist: Pretenders
Composer(s): Richard Barratt, Jason Buckle, Dean Honer, Jarvis Cocker

Lyric:
Meguil has set up home
With a woman half my age
A half-wit in a leotard
Stands on my stage

The standards have fallen
My value has dropped but don't shed a tear
Some walk like they own the place
Whilst others creep in fear

Try if you can
To walk like a man
But you don't come near

You've got to fly like an eagle
Prowl like a Lion in Africa
Leap like a salmon home from the sea
To keep up with me
You've got to walk like a panther tonight
Walk like a panther tonight

The old home town just looks the same
Like a derelict man who has died out of shame
Like a jumble sale left out in the rain
It's not good, it's not right

The standards have fallen
My value has dropped but don't shed a tear
Some walk like they own the place
Whilst others creep in fear

Try if you can
To walk like a man
But you don't come near

You've got to fly like an eagle
Prowl like a Lion in Africa
Leap like a salmon home from the sea
To keep up with me
You've got to walk like a panther tonight
Walk like a panther tonight

Where did you leave your self respect?
You look like a reptile
Your house is a wreck
Your existence an insult
And stains that are suspect
Cover your clothes

The standards have fallen
My value has dropped but don't shed a tear
Some walk like they own the place
Whilst others creep in fear

Try if you can
To walk like a man
But you don't come near

You've got to fly like an eagle
Prowl like a Lion in Africa
Leap like a salmon home from the sea
To keep up with me
You've got to walk like a panther tonight
Walk like a panther tonight

To keep up with me
You've got to walk like a panther
To keep up with me
You've got to walk like a panther
To keep up with me
You've got to walk like a panther tonight
Walk like a panther tonight
Walk like a panther tonight

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Walk Like A Man - Lyrics - Frankie Vallie

Title: Walk Like A Man
Artist: Frankie Vallie
Composer(s): Bob Gaudio, Bob Crewe

Lyric:
Ooh, walk, walk, walk, walk
Ooh, walk like a man

Oh, how you tried
To cut me down to size
Telling dirty lies to my friends

But my own father said
?Give her up don't bother
The world isn't coming to an end?

He said it, walk like a man
Talk like a man
Walk like a man my son

No woman's word
Walking on the earth
So walk like a man, my son

Ooh, walk, walk, walk, walk
Ooh

By ya baby
I'm gonna meet a lady
Gonna get along some how

Soon you'll be crying
I'll count on though you're lying
Oh yeah, just look who's walking now

I'm gonna, walk like a man
Fast as I can
Walk like a man from you

I'll tell the world
Forget about it girl
And walk like a man from you

Ooh, walk, walk, walk, walk
Ooh, walk, walk, walk, walk
Ooh, walk, walk, walk, walk
...

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Walk Like A Man - Lyrics - The Four Seasons

Title: Walk Like A Man
Artist: The Four Seasons
Composer(s): Bob Gaudio, Bob Crewe

Lyric:
Ooh, walk, walk, walk, walk
Ooh, walk like a man

Oh, how you tried
To cut me down to size
Telling dirty lies to my friends

But my own father said
?Give her up don't bother
The world isn't coming to an end?

He said it, walk like a man
Talk like a man
Walk like a man my son

No woman's word
Walking on the earth
So walk like a man, my son

Ooh, walk, walk, walk, walk
Ooh

By ya baby
I'm gonna meet a lady
Gonna get along some how

Soon you'll be crying
I'll count on though you're lying
Oh yeah, just look who's walking now

I'm gonna, walk like a man
Fast as I can
Walk like a man from you

I'll tell the world
Forget about it girl
And walk like a man from you

Ooh, walk, walk, walk, walk
Ooh, walk, walk, walk, walk
Ooh, walk, walk, walk, walk
...

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Man Royal - Lyrics - Beenie Man

Title: Man Royal
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Moses Anthony Davis, Gary Lewis Jackson, Stephen John Marsden, Patrick Roberts

Lyric:
Yeh man, mi know she mek yu sick man
Yu see how she a mek yu a vomit, laugh
Yu see it a das why mi tell yu nuh Brethren
Yu see me Beenie Man mi a go tell yu something, hear mi

Mi nuh wha nuh Man Royal gal, gal
Gimmi di gal dem wid di real born serial
Gal come a dance dress up in a man material
All in a dress like she a go funeral-al

Mi nuh wha no Man Royal, gal, gal
Gimme di gal dem wid di real born serial
Gal come a dance dress up in a man material
All in a dress like, wol on

Mi nuh wha nuh Man Royal gal, gal
Gimmi di gal dem wid di real born serial
Gal come a dance dress up in a man material
All in a dress like she a go funeral-al

Mi nuh wha no Man Royal, gal, gal
Gimme di gal dem wid di real born serial
Gal come a dance dress up in a man material
All in a dress like, wol on

Gal come in a dance an all a walk an al a push
Call har patel that's exactly how she look
Gal can't even cook, she all a read out a book
Every night she an a gal gwan in a bush

Eeh, cause she a husband crook, wol on
Gal come in a dance an all a stand up an pose
A wiggle an a wine up ina people ole clothes
Yuh draw fi a lighter, an she draw fi a hose
Cause she no wha bun di clothes, so sing along

Mi nuh wha nuh Man Royal gal, gal
Gimmi di gal dem wid di real born serial
Gal come a dance dress up in a man material
All in a dress like she a go funeral-al

Mi nuh wha no Man Royal, gal, gal
Gimme di gal dem wid di real born serial
Gal come a dance dress up in a man material
All in a dress like, wol on

Mi nuh wha nuh Man Royal gal, gal
Gimmi di gal dem wid di real born serial
Gal come a dance dress up in a man material
All in a dress like she a go funeral-al

Mi nuh wha no Man Royal, gal, gal
Gimme di gal dem wid di real born serial
Gal come a dance dress up in a man material
All in a dress like, wol on

A how she walk, a how she talk, a how she flex
A just di way mi hear she stay 'bout she wha look di DJ
A itch up an a wine up wid har friend dem
An di ole a dem a guy and mi hear she stay di same way

Reason why mi hate di Man Royal gal dem
All ways end up wid nuff ole bwoy friend
All six, seven, eight, nine, fifteen a dem
Eeh, wid all a one gal friend, so sing again

Mi nuh wha nuh Man Royal gal, gal
Gimmi di gal dem wid di real born serial
Gal come a dance dress up in a man material
All in a dress like she a go funeral-al

Mi nuh wha no Man Royal, gal, gal
Gimme di gal dem wid di real born serial
Gal come a dance dress up in a man material
All in a dress like, wol on

Mi nuh wha nuh Man Royal gal, gal
Gimmi di gal dem wid di real born serial
Gal come a dance dress up in a man material
All in a dress like she a go funeral-al

Mi nuh wha no Man Royal, gal, gal
Gimme di gal dem wid di real born serial
Gal come a dance dress up in a man material
All in a dress like, wol on

Wol on, wol on, wol on

Anytime mi see dem pon di street affi laugh
Some gal weh a walk wid all dem head bawl off
Strong like a samson, like a weight dem pop off
Mi haffi drw fi mi mask, wol on deh

Mi know a Man Royal gal name Jone
Feminine creature full a man harmones
Last week mi hear Patsy in har love zone, muh
Mi tell har leave mi alone, an fling a stone

Mi nuh wha nuh Man Royal gal, gal
Gimmi di gal dem wid di real born serial
Gal come a dance dress up in a man material
All in a dress like she a go funeral-al

Mi nuh wha no Man Royal, gal, gal
Gimme di gal dem wid di real born serial
Gal come a dance dress up in a man material
All in a dress like, wol on

Mi nuh wha nuh Man Royal gal, gal
Gimmi di gal dem wid di real born serial
Gal come a dance dress up in a man material
All in a dress like she a go funeral-al

Mi nuh wha no Man Royal, gal, gal
Gimme di gal dem wid di real born serial
Gal come a dance dress up in a man material
All in a dress like, wol on

Mix up, mix up, mix up, time again man

Gal come in a dance an all a walk an al a push
Call har patel that's exactly how she look
Gal can't even cook, she all a read out a book
Every night she an a gal gwan in a bush

Eeh, cause she a husband crook, wol on
Gal come in a dance an all a stand up an pose
A wiggle an a wine up ina people ole clothes
Yuh draw fi a lighter, an she draw fi a hose
Cause she no wha bun di clothes, so sing along

Mi nuh wha nuh Man Royal gal, gal
Gimmi di gal dem wid di real born serial
Gal come a dance dress up in a man material
All in a dress like she a go funeral-al

Mi nuh wha no Man Royal, gal, gal
Gimme di gal dem wid di real born serial
Gal come a dance dress up in a man material
All in a dress like, wol on

A how she walk, a how she talk, a how she flex
A just di way mi hear she stay 'bout she wha look di DJ
A itch up an a wine up wid har friend dem
An di ole a dem a guy and mi hear she stay di same way

Reason why mi hate di Man Royal gal dem
All ways end up wid nuff ole bwoy friend
All six, seven, eight, nine, fifteen a dem
Eeh, wid all a one gal friend, so sing again

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Walk Like A Warrior - Lyrics - Dead Prez

Title: Walk Like A Warrior
Artist: Dead Prez
Composer(s): Lavonne Alford, Clayton Gavin, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior

I was trained to defend myself for my brain and my mental health
The white man got the wealth he held back
We're living in hell black and niggaz can sell crack
But that ain't gonna change this thing
If you gonna bang, then bang for change
Don't bang for crazy things if not don't bang

If you gonna ball play the game how it should be played
Can you dribble a grenade?
To save your life you payed the price
Mama raised you right now how you ain't gonna fight?
For the white man's laws hell no
For the cause, because we got to get what's ours

Gotta struggle for the motherfucking power
'Cause we're livin' in the last few hours
It's 11:59, I think it's bout time
We get on the grind, and get out the carbine
With freedom of mind we can see what we can find
If you can spot 'em, pop pop pop the Po-9
This is only a rhyme so now don't get scared

Listen to the message in the word
Don't let your sight get blurred, you heard this righteous words
You might prefer it from a car mic
Timeout, I didn't say bug out, ball out, bling out
All you'll sell-outs get the hell out
This year it's RBG so bang on out
Uh, we people army nigga bang on out

Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior

Yo, yo, what you know bout heart?
Can't be the weak link in the squad
Gotta look way deep in your heart
Anything in the way gotta go straight through take charge
Can't hide from your flaws when you ride for the cause
'Cause a nigga will pull your card
Keep your guard up 24/7 on the street
Like you're doin' hard time on the yard

What you know about heart?
Can you assemble your heat in the dark
Take it apart, and clean all the parts?
Life is a journey, a course, like learning a martial art
You can't have partial heart
Gotta get your own, if you drop the bone, dog
We all fall it ain't over till the problem solved
Get your back up off the wall

My niggaz is riders, we fighters, we tight as a fist
RBG's up in this bitch, so bang on out
If your khakis is saggin', you reppin' your rag
And you holdin' the magnum
Use it for freedom nigga, bang on out

All my dirtiest dirts, revolutionaries and visionaries
Don't be no scared nigga, bang on out
It's a war goin' on in the streets
We hollerin' fuck the police
Ain't 'bout no peace, nigga, bang on out

Me so you see fifty niggaz in all black fatigues
My regime runnin' down your street
At the end of the block, we got the god damn cops
And they hope we sink, tell me what you see
I see buildings burning, motherfuckers trippin'
For a goddamn purpose, the police is nervous
'Cause we done observed 'em now niggaz is thinking about murder

We ain't talking, no more, and we ain't squashin' shit with Po-Po
And we ain't marchin' in the middle of the goddamn road
'Cause martin got smoked, niggaz ready for war
So get the fuck up, we fixin' to set the city to fire
This time when we ride we burnin' it down, turn this shit 'round
Keep your justice, your peace and keep blessin' the heat
And that there crooked officer
We won't stop blazin' till they coughin' up blood

Wanna slang my baseball cap to the back and get busy, nigga
You say you a soldier, well get over here nigga we under attack
As soon as they done, they get gone
Murder mo come, come, they done, me red rum
Me red rum, they done and when we put 'em in they grave
We toss in a donut, and tell 'em we don't surrender, surrender, no

Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior

I ain't talkin' 'bout no hustle
I ain't talkin' 'bout no gangster
I'm hollerin' at them soldiers
Revolutionary culture
Bang on out

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G' Walkin' - Lyrics - Kardinal Offishall

Title: G' Walkin'
Artist: Kardinal Offishall
Composer(s): Jason Harrow

Lyric:
If everyone could see just how I see
They'd function like a G'
And walk that big walk in the streets

If everyone could see just how I see
They'd function like a G'
And walk that big walk in the streets, in the streets

My God it's a beautiful day to just sit and enjoy blue skies
And all the brothers in the streets gettin' high
Give thanks for your life because yo things will change
Ghetto people suffering will soon in-herit the game

The last will come first and the first will come last
And the good will take a seat in the holiest of mass
And blast out the world sin, hard times we living in
I am trying to do the best I can living with my breddrens

The world is filled with negative and positive
Never judge a man what he is is what he is
And I am an ill bro blessed with an ill flow
With an opportunity to rep the T-dot O

And try to spread some of the blessings, lyrical dressings
And I am guessing that your listening to what I am addressing
Especially since I'm rhymiing from my heart
Trying to supress the craziness before it even starts

Yo every gun man has to have a soft spot
Every thug nigga has gotta have some heart
It's these things that I hold to be true
So I don't have to pray that they won't blast you

If everyone could see just how I see
They'd function like a G'
And walk that big walk in the streets

If everyone could see just how I see
They'd function like a G'
And walk that big walk in the streets, in the streets

Yo, I was touched by the real the other day
If my pops was here he would tell me enjoy every single day
And support your family 'cause blood comes first for real
Nevermind about trying to sign a deal

Just do what you gotta do and do it like the best
Even when it seems that people C-Bn' for no reason
Don't study the treason, function like a G'
And with that, the world is ready steady f-ing with me

Admiring who I be, I take it as flattery
I must exemplify just what it is to be an emcee
I breathe in the tragedy and breathe out a song of hope
Free from government, politics, lies, plus the Pope

The 5.0 sells dope, police make nuff sales
We're taken out of the hood and locked up with no bail
But either way we get out and try to turn it around
You can't see it but you feel it in the sound, you know dat

If everyone could see just how I see
They'd function like a G'
And walk that big walk in the streets

If everyone could see just how I see
They'd function like a G'
And walk that big walk in the streets, in the streets

If everyone could see just how I see
They'd function like a G'
And walk that big walk in the streets

If everyone could see just how I see
They'd function like a G'
And walk that big walk in the streets, in the streets

I'm not a reverend, a preacher, V.P. or teacher
But still I gotta reach and none can impeach
But the most high spiritual, virtually physical
Higher power more than capable to make miracle

In every black home and in every jail cell
And in everyone of us to let the righteous set sail
And accept positioning, whether you a Christian
A Jew, or Muslim, yo have faith in him

The G's in the street know what I'm talking about
The man dem on the corner, surviving with no doubt
The kids in the park trying to keep things real
Yo, who don't hear muss feel? You know that

If everyone could see just how I see
They'd function like a G'
And walk that big walk in the streets

If everyone could see just how I see
They'd function like a G'
And walk that big walk in the streets, in the streets

If everyone could see just how I see
They'd function like a G'
And walk that big walk in the streets

If everyone could see just how I see
They'd function like a G'
And walk that big walk in the streets, in the streets

If everyone could see just how I see
They'd function like a G'
And walk that big walk in the streets

If everyone could see just how I see
They'd function like a G'
And walk that big walk in the streets, in the streets

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Man By Choice - Lyrics - Kardinal Offishall

Title: Man By Choice
Artist: Kardinal Offishall
Composer(s): Jason Harrow

Lyric:
He's got the green timbs with the fat laces
Yo, yeah, checkin' in, nigga
You say why I call you nigga, think about it
You went from what
From an African, straight to a nigger, you know what I'm saying

We traveling over to what, to what
Negro and then we went to what
Then we went to black
And then it like was on some Afro-American stuff
Afro-Canadian what have you, but guess what

Don't matter what you call yourself
It's what they call you behind your back
Nigga, straight up
Straight up and down, you know what I'm sayin'

A yo, walkin' through the uptown, a black man
(Nigga)
A yo, walkin' down Yonge St., a black man
(Nigga)
A yo, walkin' through Flatbush, a black man
(Nigga)
When the revolution comes I got a finger on the trigga

I was born a regular man of the Earth
With a curse to walk like a soldier since birth
My exterior is shaded in by my melanin
Stereotype of my type is a felon

My people cause static
'Cause automatically now a days we fire automatics
Grammatically adequate my people come equipped
With enough lyrics to move battleships
Blood brother ever since the slave ships

It doesn't matter who I am when I walk by
They still see me as a nigga when I walk by
That's okay, this nigga will play the role and come again
And take back the Earth another day

I'm a nigga, baby, we some niggaz, baby
Some do walk, some do talk, some may buss their glocks
But I'm a nigga for life and a man by choice, nigga

A yo, walkin' through London, a black man
(Nigga)
A yo, walkin' through Rexdale, a black man
(Nigga)
A yo, strollin' through Dectaur as a black man
(Nigga)
Yo, I was born to emcee representin' with the Figurez

I can taste the history livin' in my bones
For the thickness I got a love jones
I like my girls with the nappy dug out, hips and chest buss out
Lips real full, gettin' ready to cuss out

Parasuco gettin' insulated by the structure
Body so powered that the labels be stickin' out in 3-D
We salute the ladies, raped over time pushin' out light babies

The slave masters with the devil in their eye
Saw nothin' but a nigga when you walked by
But you the mother of creation
Let's bring back the family aspect and try to build a strong nation

I'm a nigga, baby, we some niggaz, baby
Some do walk, some do talk, some may buss their glocks
But I'm a nigga for life and a man by choice, nigga

A yo, walkin' through Chinatown, a black man
(Nigga)
A yo, walkin' through the projects, a black man
(Nigga)
A yo, walkin' through Africa, a black man
(Nigga)

Some try to disrespect to make themselves look bigger
I am a nigga since birth, a man by choice
Some men act niggerish pushin' Rolls Royces
Thinkin' them toys make a man
While you johnin' them hookers, we tryin' to make a stand

What you believe in?
Chris Rock? Or crack rock?
Soft rock? Or hard rock?
When I talk the whole world rocks

Like the vote, we can change thinkin'
Before you set a float your whole concepts sinkin'
You know I like to see you back that ass up
But before you pass up, you should get your damn class up

Take the hood out your mouth and parle
So we can take back the world right now, today

I'm a nigga baby, we some niggaz baby
Some do walk, some do talk, some may buss their glocks
But I'm a nigga for life and a man by choice, nigga

I'm a nigga baby, we some niggaz baby
Some do walk, some do talk, some may buss their glocks
But I'm a nigga for life and a man by choice, nigga

I'm a nigga baby, we some niggaz baby
Some do walk, some do talk, some may buss their glocks
But I'm a nigga for life and a man by choice, nigga

I'm a nigga

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Bad Man Nuh Flee - Lyrics - Beenie Man

Title: Bad Man Nuh Flee
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Moses Anthony Davis, C Smith, R Stephenson

Lyric:
What ya gwaan now?
Bad man nuh punk
Cyaan flex like yuh junk
Next man locked up inna jungle
Hear di argument now

(But a)
Badman nuh flee
After dem bwoy dem nuh tough like we
Some only bad thru dem a walk inna posse dem a fool
Lord dem nuh see how we lock di city
And dem a nuh tough like we

Badman nuh flee
After dem bwoy dem nuh tough like we
Dem a bad thru dem walk inna posse dem a fool
Lord dem nuh see how we lock di city
And dem nuh tough like we

(But a me say)
Badman nuh wait
Pon night fi come down
Anything fi happen
Mek it happen and done

Naw catch me inna
No bar ah drink rum
Naw left me yard careless
Fi get burn

Well, if you nuh run
When me pop off
Den somebody life done
Dis yah DJ

Naw go smoke opium
Well I run mi lyrics
Dem a flash offa mi tongue
Bwoy you musee dumb
(Hey)

(But a)
Badman nuh flee
After dem bwoy dem nuh tough like we
Some only bad thru dem a walk inna posse dem a fool
Lord dem nuh see how we lock di city
And dem a nuh tough like we

Badman nuh flee
After dem bwoy dem nuh tough like we
Dem a bad thru dem walk inna posse dem a fool
Lord dem nuh see how we lock di city
And dem nuh tough like we

I rather go on death row
Than tough it out like John Crow
Badman naw play zero
Naw lef mi family inna sorrow
(Wha gwaan, Wha gwaan)

Don't take man fi fool
Else yuh a gon find yuh
In ya own-a blood pool
Wicked man dey ya

Anna me run di school
Conscious lyrics
And me know dat ah mi tool
'Cause yah we rule
(An' we cool)

(But a)
Badman nuh flee
After dem bwoy dem nuh tough like we
Some only bad thru dem a walk inna posse dem a fool
Lord dem nuh see how we lock di city
And dem a nuh tough like we

Badman nuh flee
After dem bwoy dem nuh tough like we
Dem a bad thru dem walk inna posse dem a fool
Lord dem nuh see how we lock di city
And dem nuh tough like we

Listen, a my verse dis?
Cool, nuff ah dem ah walla wiss
Nuff ah dem ah wussie
How you fi try dis
Di rude boy posse

Naw use no big woos
Just ah small Uzi
Reach pon di ends
Man, ah go shoot everybody
Frass man lock dung di city
(Cool)

Stop yuh noise now
Mi waan you listen to the hay
Look pon a man like B
Weh shoot people like fly
A wasp back him up
And give him one inna him eye

(But a)
Badman nuh flee
After dem bwoy dem nuh tough like we
Some only bad thru dem a walk inna posse dem a fool
Lord dem nuh see how we lock di city
And dem a nuh tough like we

Badman nuh flee
After dem bwoy dem nuh tough like we
Dem a bad thru dem walk inna posse dem a fool
Lord dem nuh see how we lock di city
And dem nuh tough like we

(But a me say)
Badman nuh wait
Pon night fi come dung
Anything fi happen
Make it happen and done

Naw catch me inna
No bar ah drink rum
Naw left me yard careless
Fi get burn
(Hey)

No bwoy can dis me
Caw man a nuh no rummie
If yuh dis di program
You a go jump up on mi CD

When mi come back
Well somebody have fi dead
Music me ah sing
From outta di head

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Changed Man - Lyrics - Better Days - Joe

Title: Changed Man
Album: Better Days
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): Ricky Slaughter, Joe Lewis Thomas, Joshua Thompson

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Lyric:
Can I talk to you?
Pain, I know that I cause you some pain
And baby, I know it's a shame
The games, the strain

Love, girl, all you had for me was love
And I ran your love in a muck
No hugs and what, what, what
What was I thinking

It hit me like a flash a light
I realize, you are my life
And now, I really love you
Yes I do, yes I do

I've changed, like an 80's fade to the cornrows
To the White House, from Death Row
Projects to Hollywood
I've been to Atlantis, from bad to good

I've changed, like a poor excuse to a true friend
I'm a brand new start from a dead end
Like a guilty man turned innocent
Baby, I've changed

Life, I'm willing to lay down my life
Baby, won't you be my wife
Accept this ring tonight

Now, I was a blind man who spent his whole life in the dark
No trees, no bees, no Central Park
And I realize, the love in my eyes
You're the perfect work of art, lady

It hit me like a flash of light
I realize, you are my life
And now, I really love you
Yes I do, yes I do, yes I do

I've changed, like an 80's fade to the cornrows
To the White House from Death Row
Projects to Hollywood
I've been to Atlantis, from bad to good

I've changed, like a poor excuse to a true friend
I'm a brand new start from a dead end
Like a guilty man turned innocent
Baby, I've changed

The risk of losing you has caused my transformation
My rehabilitation, dedication, inspiration
Girl, I'm brand new, listen clearly, babe
I'm willing to show you the little things I meant to do
Before I never took the time to do

I've changed, like an 80's fade to the cornrows
To the White House from Death Row
Projects to Hollywood
I've been to Atlantis, from bad to good

Like a poor excuse to a true friend
I'm a brand new start from a dead end
Like a guilty man turned innocent
Baby, I've changed

Like an 80's fade to the cornrows
To the White House from Death Row
Projects to Hollywood
I've been to Atlantis, from bad to good

Like a poor excuse to a true friend
I'm a brand new start from a dead end
Like a guilty man turned innocent
Baby, I've changed

Like an 80's fade to the cornrows
To the White House from Death Row
Projects to Hollywood
I've been to Atlantis, from bad to good

Like a poor excuse to a true friend
I'm a brand new start from a dead end
Like a guilty man turned innocent
Baby, I've changed

I'm a changed man
(I got a new walk)
I'm a changed man
(New talk)

I'm a changed man
(I got a new life)
I'm a changed man
I'm a changed man, I'm a changed man
Promise, I swear, I swear tonight, right now, baby

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The Reverend Mr. Black - Lyrics - Johnny Cash

Title: The Reverend Mr. Black
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber, Billy Wheeler, Mike Stoller

Lyric:
He rode easy in the saddle
He was tall and lean and at first you'd a thought nothing
But a streak of mean could make a man look so down right strong
But one look in his eyes and you knowed you was wrong

He was a mountain of a man
And I want you to know
He could preach hot hell or freezin' snow
He carried a Bible in a canvas sack

And folks just called him
The Reverend Mr. Black, he was poor as a beggar
But he rode like a king
Sometimes in the evening, I'd hear him sing

I gotta walk that lonesome valley, I got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me, I got to walk it by myself
You got to walk that lonesome valley, you got to walk it by yourself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for you, you got to walk it by yourself

If ever I could have thought this man in black was soft
And had any yellow up his back
I gave that notion up the day a lumberjack came in
And it wasn't to pray

Yeah, he kicked open the meeting house door
And he cussed everybody up and down the floor
Then, when things got quiet in the place
He walked up and cusses in the preacher's face

He hit that Reverend like a kick of a mule
And to my way of thinkin' it took a real fool
To turn the other face to that lumber jack
But that's what he did, The Reverend Mr. Black

He stood like a rock, a man among men
And he let that lumberjack hit him again
And then with a voice as quiet as could be
He cut him down like a big oak tree when he said

I gotta walk that lonesome valley, I got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me, I got to walk it by myself
You got to walk that lonesome valley, you got to walk it by yourself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for you, you got to walk it by yourself

It's been many years since we had to part
And I guess I learned his ways by heart
I can still hear his sermon's ring
Down in the valley where he used to sing

I followed him, yes, sir and I don't regret it
And I hope I will always be a credit to his memory
'Cause I want you to understand
The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man

I gotta walk that lonesome valley, I got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me, I got to walk it by myself
You got to walk that lonesome valley, you got to walk it by yourself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for you, you got to walk it by yourself

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Soul By The Pound - Lyrics - Common

Title: Soul By The Pound
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Rashid Lonnie Lynn, Ernest Wilson

Lyric:
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man

I'm as bad, bad as Leroy Brown, Brown
Yo, I'm a pro, pro but not a noun, noun
If you got beef, beef, then you'll get ground, ground
Cut up in soul, soul, by the pound, pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown, I'm the round mound
Not a rebound, but like a hound, I get down, down

Never wore a leash but I get loose, producin', somethin'
Fresher than fruits got more soul than combat boots
Diggin' two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some blazers
So amazin' like Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka
I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow
Me go with mi amigo to see the Man named Chico

The legal alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals
Like Jack I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears
The way I freak funk, ooh, the Monkees sayin', "Hell yeah"

Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna cuss on how I walk talk
And dress, they say, "My life's a mess" but I'm straight
Are you straight? If you straight, then I'm straight
Rock me tonight, just for old time's sake

Back to our regularly scheduled program, program, I am so damn flam
I slam a slam, bam, I slam like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud
I'll play librarian, 'cause see I want it quiet in here, I Mark a Markyiana

A bunch of funky uncle Thomases play like Christopher Williams
'Cause I gotta keep my promises to stick to my roots and not dilute
'Cause G this ain't two colors, I'm tired of seein' these
Non rappin' dancin' motherfuckers

Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man

For a record sale a nigga'll sell his soul to go gold
And reach a large scale, sellin' for the pale male
And I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a tail
And stop drinkin' ale, the booty probably smell
Ain't no pussy worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid

Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid
Got doodoo skids on my paper 'cause I got rhymes up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a mustache
I must ask what's goin' on with rap, white kids actin' black
It's like McDonald's sellin' fatback, get back to your Mac

That stuff is wack with all these dance tracks
I'm hearin rap from anthrax, my time the Caravan cracks
You're wack, that's the only thing that's black scooter
When we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer
I'ma shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack groups

Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample wack loops
I'm wonderin' how the hell they get a deal I still can't see that far
I feel like Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R or whoever's in charge
It surely ain't Charles but you ain't G in hip-hop, 'cause it's ours

Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man

It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker
Think of that I boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta
Is stricter, I stick, I stick the stinkin' to a stunk
If soda was a forty dog, then I would be like drunk
If if was a fifth I would lift the fifth and a spliff

It's not a myth about our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the presents
In essence count your blessings, I got a Wesson if you riff
I'm a nigga with soul, my last name should be Smith-sonian
I'm gassin' girls heads, just like petroleum get 'em ready to bone me
And then I play custodian and turn off the lights

This is the likes of a ticketing wallowing high jumping radio
Rumping brother got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I'll take a liter
A chick is a chick that's how I treat her never go pop I'm not a two liter
A true leader, don't choose to follow, choose what I swallow
Whether water or a beer bottle, of course I play the lotto

Wear 'em, no, share 'em, a hoe, I like the girls
The girls I share a life with a bro, 'cause UAC is family
Much tighter than foundations that holds up the walls
So you better proceed with caution

Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound

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Reverend Mr. Black - Lyrics - Nick, Bob & John: The Final Concert - Kingston Trio

Title: Reverend Mr. Black
Album: Nick, Bob & John: The Final Concert
Artist: Kingston Trio
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber, Billy Wheeler, Mike Stoller

Lyric:
He rode easy in the saddle, he was tall and lean
At first you thought nothing but a streak of mean
Could make a man look so downright strong
But one look in his eyes and you knowed you was wrong

He was a mountain of a man
And I want you to know he could preach hot hell or freezin' snow
He carried a Bible in a canvas sack
And folks just called him The Reverend Mr. Black

He was poor as a beggar
But he rode like a king
Sometimes in the evening
I could hear him sing

"I got to walk that lonesome valley
I got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me
I got to walk it by myself"

If ever I could have thought that this man in black
Was soft and had any yellow up his back
I gave that notion up the day
A lumberjack came in and it wasn't to pray

Yeah, he kicked open the meeting house door
And he cussed everybody up and down the floor
And then when things got quiet in the place
He walked up and cussed in the preacher's face

He hit that Reverend like a kick of a mule
And to my way of thinkin' it took a pure fool
To turn the other cheek to that lumberjack
But that's what he did, The Reverend Mr. Black

He stood like a rock, a man among men
Then he let that lumberjack hit him again
And then with a voice as kind as could be
He cut him down like a big oak tree when he said

"You've got to walk that lonesome valley
You've got to walk it by yourself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for you
You've got to walk it by yourself"

It's been many years since we had to part
And I guess I learned his ways by heart
I can still hear his sermons ring
Down in the valley where he used to sing

I followed him, "Yes, sir", and I don't regret it
Hope that I'll always be a credit to his memory
'Cause I want you to understand
The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man

You've got to walk that lonesome valley
You've got to walk it by yourself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for you
You've got to walk it by yourself

You've got to walk that lonesome valley
You've got to walk it by yourself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for you
You've got to walk it by yourself

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Walk Around - Lyrics - The Big Doe Rehab - Ghostface Killah

Title: Walk Around
Album: The Big Doe Rehab
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): Anthony Caputo, Dennis Coles, Ora Craig, Sir Mack Ric

Lyric:
I walk around acting strange, like a man in a daze
(Get the mic on, I don't know what happened, son
(I just lost my mind, son)

People talking to me and calling my name
(Ay, ay, it's like I wasn't strong, G, I couldn't hold it when I seen it)
(A nigga flesh on me, I can't really, I couldn't hold it, G)
No, I don't hear a word they say
(I don't know, I'mma, listen, no I went like this, nigga)

It was him, the corner store and a buttered roll
The shit dropped when I gave him two stomach holes
One to the face, he fell sideways
I was up close, so part of his nose was stuck to my padres

Standin' over him shakin', kid, screamin'
He slapped my girl, that's the reason why I was f'in to lean 'im
Everything got real slow, I ain't hear shit, my word
At least forty seconds, I stay dead stiff

I pound him with the gun out, Big Din came, opened my hand
Removed the gun and the sixteen spun out
He floored past ninety on the BQE
I threw up all on his door, splashed his Gucci seats

I couldn't speak, I'm in a state of shock
About now there should be yellow tape on the block, a raid at my spot
Hey, yo, I feel a li'l bugged out, insane, I lost my mind
People tellin' me, Ghost, you actin' mad strange

I walk around acting strange
(See what I'm sayin'? I don't know, I just don't feel right, G, no)
(Havin' flashbacks)
Like a man in a daze
(Bugged out, man, knah mean?)
(Nah, I don't wanna go, I don't want the clinic, man)

People talking to me and calling my name
(I don't want the hospital, son)
(You know, I just feel like I'm lost, reality, man)
No, I don't hear a word they say
(Y'knahmean? My face feels numb, son, I don't know)

Flashbacks to me blowin' his brains out
All I remember my shirt, I couldn't get them goddamned stains out
Oxy cleans wheat 'round the chest area
Right hand side, I'm pluckin' off li'l pieces of meat

And my goons want me to bounce to Tennessee
But I said no, I got these two snow-bunnies in Venice Beach
On the low, son, I sleep with the hawk, in East New York
'Round my man Killa' way where all the murderers walk

Manhunt, police searches, S.W.A.T ran in my crib
Battering rams, early mornin', yo, waking my kids
Now my aunt gotta stay wit' my wiz
She paranoid, havin' anxiety attacks 'cause of these pigs

Plus my connect, they goin' crazy, they try'na slay me
I told 'em, Friday I'll have they money, faggots try'na play me
I'll never eat up out a garbage can
I'll Larry Davis a cop, and if I make it alive, it was the Father's plan

I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't goin' nowwhere, I'm aight, I'm aight
(I walk around acting strange)
But I know one thing, if anybody touch me, I'm blowin' they head smooth off
(Like a man in a daze)

Cops, connects, I don't give a fuck
(People talking to me)
You know I'm a eagle, feel the eagle
(And calling my name)

You don't feel like that, you gon' feel like bulldog
Y'knahmean? I don't give a fuck
(Hear no word they say)
Don't put me in no mental clinics, it ain't nothin', y'knahmean?

If I make it out alive, I make it out alive, if not, fuck it
(I walk around acting strange)
Ay ay, yo, I can't take this shit no more, it's too hype
(Like a man in a daze)

Nigga thinkin' I'm buggin' out, I ain't buggin', I ain't buggin'
Y'all niggaz'd be buggin' out too if you had somebody's flesh on you
(People talking to me and calling my name)
Motherfuckers, fuck ya'll niggaz, I ain't goin' crazy

Sleepin' on couches and shit
(No, I don't hear a word they say)
I'm goin' back outside, fuck ya'll niggaz, man

I know my mother, she's worried about me
'Cause they might have to put me away any time
But when my baby packed up her clothes and left me
She sure, oh, I believe, I believe, she took my mind
Oh, she took my mind

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Tour (Hip-Hop Version) - Lyrics - Capleton

Title: Tour (Hip-Hop Version)
Artist: Capleton
Composer(s): Sly Dunbar, Clifton Bailey, Stuart Brown

Lyric:
Yeah
I say straighten yuh crooked ways
Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly
Selassie I liveth every time
(Me sing)

After me lef from Jamaica, go a foreign pon tour
Preaching teaching the people fi sure
Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door
If yuh ignore yuh goin' perish fi sure

Come back in Jamaica, everything insecure
Rich a get rich and the poor a get poor
Come back come hear say Pan head skull bore
Come back an hear say Dirts man skull bore

Hear say, John Pope Paul all a come yah pon tour
DJ dung yah a brandish mi what more
Boogerman ah plan all fi guh march and tour
Tour Kingston and all go tour Port more

But me know de whole a dem would a-must dead fi sure
And de DJ dem nah teach people no more
A pure clashing and fighting dem no unite no more
Alla tell de girls girl dem fi bruck out like a sore

It seems like the people dem no love God, no more
If slackness a the sickness then culture a the cure
Ice all mi block and all a whole city

Yeah
I say straighten yuh crooked ways
Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly
Selassie I liveth every time
(Me sing)

After me lef from Jamaica, go a foreign pon tour
Preaching teaching the people fi sure
Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door
If yuh ignore yuh goin perish fi sure

After mi come back a Jamaica nuff things gone wrong
Cyan know di uhman dem different from di man
Whole a dem a dressing in di same pollution
Dawn an John a join competition

Man a take them money an a go Obeah man
Man a grudge full and dem no stop envy man
But dem laborite, and dem labor wrong
Man a walk pon road and lick down innocent man

Like down the little pickiney inna de prom
Dis is one thing me got fi over stand
Most of the youth dem stop dis Rastaban
De get fi know say Rasta a di right tradition

And respect Selassie as the almighty one
If slackness a the fault, culture a the solution

Yeah
I say straighten yuh crooked ways
Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly
Selassie I liveth every time
(Me sing)

After me lef from Jamaica, go a foreign pon tour
Preaching teaching the people fi sure
Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door
If yuh ignore yuh goin perish fi sure

Hold up, wait a minute
Come back a Jamaica things naw run right
Man Alla fuss and dem no stop from fight
Some long icepick and some Ole rusty knife

Man a walk a road a take innocent life
But dem labor wrong and dem labor right
Man a walk a road around and take out innocent life
Say Selassie I and Alla dem start to fight

Say Emanuel and nuff a dem Alla fight
Say Marcus Garvey and nuff a dem a fight
Woman Alla shine and man no stop fight
If slackness a the darkness, then culture a the light
Ice all mi block an all a whole city
(How me say)

Yeah
I say straighten yuh crooked ways
Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly
Selassie I liveth every time
(Me sing)

After me lef from Jamaica, go a foreign pon tour
Preaching teaching the people fi sure
Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door
If yuh ignore yuh goin perish fi sure

This is most of the thing me tell the people on the tour
Answer to Jah when him a knock pon the door
Make sure your hands clean and make sure ya heart pure
Selassie call you, your safe an secure

Things yuh used to do yuh naw guh do them no more
Place yuh use to go yuh naw guh go there no more
Food yuh used to eat yuh naw guh eat dem no more
Things yuh used to say yuh naw go say dem no more

Leading dem a gwan like dem a bruck out like soldiers
(Say)
See dem a go upon the seashore
(Fi dandis?)

Yeah
I say straighten yuh crooked ways
Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly
Selassie I liveth every time
(Me sing)

After me lef from Jamaica, go a foreign pon tour
Preaching teaching the people fi sure
Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door
If yuh ignore yuh goin perish fi sure

Hold up, wait a minute
Come back in Jamaica, everything insecure
Rich a getting rich and the poor a get poor
Come back an hear say Pan head skull bore

Come back an hear say Dirts man skull bore
Hear say, John Pope Paul all a come yah pon tour
DJ dung yah a brandish mi what more
Bugggerman ah plan all fi guh march and tour

Tour Kingston and all go tour Port Moore
But mi know di whole a dem woulda must dead fi sure
And the DJ them naw teach people no more
Clashing and fightin' dem nuh unite no more

All a tell the girl dem fi bruck out like a sore
It seem like the people them no love God no more
If slackness a the sickness then culture a the cure
Ice all a block an all a whole city

Yeah
I say straighten yuh crooked ways
Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly
Selassie I liveth every time
(Me sing)

After me lef from Jamaica, go a foreign pon tour
Preaching teaching the people fi sure
Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door
If yuh ignore yuh goin perish fi sure

After me come back in Jamaica nuff things gone wrong
Can know di woman dem different from the man
All a dem a dress inna the same pollution
Down on general competition

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Brown Skin Lady - Lyrics - Mos Def

Title: Brown Skin Lady
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Jason Daniel Rawls, Talib Kweli Green, Gil Scott-Heron, Dante Smith

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Lyric:
Be like, yo, let me ask you somethin'
I wanna know, I wanna know who you are

Brown skin lady, hey hey
Yes
Where you goin'?
This goes to the brown skin ladies

Brown skin lady
Yo, indigineous women of the planet Earth
What you doin'?
Givin' birth to the brown skin ladies first

Brown skin lady
For what it's worth, from me to you
How do you feel?
From me to you, watchin' you

I like the, I like the, I like the, I like
The way you walk, yes, I live the way you move
I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like the way you move

I like the, I like the, I like the, I like
The way you walk, please, won't you do that dance
I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like you, baby

And everybody on the avenue
I know, when they see you sing
Everybody on the avenue, I know
When they see you sing, there she is

Fresher than Tony Rebel's vestibules at African street festivals
My incredible women is, plentiful
Over the years I met a few, none of them compare to you
Preparin' you to make food bearable, somethin' terrible, let's see

You fruitful, beautiful, smart, lovable, huggable
Doable like art, suitable to be part
Of my life, Coppertone, oh, you copyright infringement
Pay you bidness ten cents, way back in the day

It's like I'm standin' there you know appreciatin' God's design
And then you showed up, it's like you read my mind
Damn she's fine, I think I add the RE, in front of that
And see if she D, to get with a cat like me

I like the, I like the, I like the, I like
The way you walk, yes, I live the way you move
I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like the way you move

I like the, I like the, I like the, I like
The way you walk, please, won't you do that dance
I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like you, baby

And everybody on the avenue
I know, when they see you sing
Everybody on the avenue
I know, when they see you sing, there she is

Ooh, daring, me girl, look at you
Comin' on the block lookin' fresh and brand new
Ooh, headwrap cover your hairdo
Pretty feet peekin' through open-toed shoe

Ooh, no limit to what I would do
Make love to you like long interview
Whooh, is she for real, me like you
Good look champion, win the title

True, many man try invite you
Shot down lyric each time they cyph you
Jewel, what man you get all insides you
Feet they walk way and just that sheik posture

Ooh, can't be a next one like you
Famous like tapes made by DJ Clue
I tighten up my game as I approach you
Yo check her she the nectar the bee get close to

I don't get many compliments but I am confident
Used to have a complex about, gettin' too complex
You got me, willin' to try, looked me in the eye
My head is still in the sky, since you walked on by

I'm feelin' high, got my imagination flickerin' like hot flames
It's how it seems, you make me wanna ride the
Coltrane to a love Supreme
My brown lady, creates environments
For happy brown babies, I know it sounds crazy

But your skin's the inspiration for cocoa butter
You provoke a brother we should get to know one another
I discover when I bring you through my people say true
All I can say is all praise due I thank you God for a beauty like you

Brown skin lady
Yes
Where you goin'?
This goes to the brown skin ladies
Brown skin lady

On the planet Earth today, yes
What you doin'?
Brown skin lady
How do you feel?

I like the, I like the, I like the, I like
The way you walk, yes, I live the way you move
I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like the way you move

I like the, I like the, I like the, I like
The way you walk, please, won't you do that dance
I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like you, baby

And everybody on the avenue
I know, when they see you sing
Everybody on the avenue
I know, when they see you sing, there she is

There she is, she's a brown skinned lady
Such a brown skinned lady
She's a brown skinned lady
She's a brown skinned lady
She's a brown skinned lady
She's a brown skinned lady

You know what some people put themselves through
To look just like you?
Dark stocking, high heels, lipstick, alla that
You know what?

Without makeup you're beautiful
Whatcha you need to paint the next face for
We're not dealin' with the European standard of beauty tonight
Turn off the TV and put the magazine away

In the mirror tell me what you see
See the evidence of divine presence
Women of the, Carribean, they got the, golden sun
I know women on the continent got it

Nigeria and Ghana, you know they got it
Tanzania, Namibia and Mozambique
And Botswana to let it speak
About Latinas Columbianas

Tallenas, of course the Brooklyn women walk that walk
And the Bronx women walk that walk
Honies from Queens walk that walk, NYC, ATL, LA
Cincinatti, the Bay Area

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Candi Bar - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Candi Bar
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): Patti Austin, Keith Murray, K Abdul-Rahman

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Lyric:
She looks like a
She looks like a
She looks like a
She looks like a

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a

Heya love love, you little fly lady bug
Come and swing this episode wit more from up above
With them Earl Jeans on fitting tight like a glove
You little Cinammon Toast Crunch, come show me some love
Slim goodie got tittle litties
Yeah, but she's a picture post card pretty fat kitty little bitty
You're provoking me, giving me the notions
To make me wanna lick your funky emotions

She can make a crippled man walk and a blind man see
How can I put this?
She can make the Grinch love Christmas
How can I manifest her uniqueness in vernacular?
Like a chocolate candi bar
Yeah that describes her

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a

I seen her at the park on the black top watching the kids play
Hey style complimented the sunny day
There's a mild nature about her
Gentle but firm for all the bullshit life brought her way
You reflected beauty of a starless night by far
Like Billy Joel said, "I take you just the way you are"
I had a crush on you since the days of love tap
Karate shoes you had jelly cornrows with the peas in the back

I knew you'd grow to be a fine specimen someday
You the very inspiration for the song I sing
The way you sprint the runway and scale the catwalk
Your life is a movie and the camera's never off
It's like love at first taste, coming deep from within
From your DNA structure to your whole body ova
Your beauty is respected in the eye of the beholder
I love that little chocolate bar tattered on your shoulder

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a

Oh yeah, the time is now and the place is here
So come a little closer let me kick it in your ear
And share this wit you girl you super official
I just wanna bite you girl you look good like a Snickers
Ooh la la, ah wee wee
Walking by looking all like I exctasy
Got doe ma didn't know, good gracious alive
Aw shuck now, there she go

Hey yo, come and rest your feet my little chocolate soufflet
I know you're tired you been running through my mind all day
And oh my goodness, can I get a witness?
This roundy brownie is something to see
I never had a craving like this before, I'm addicted
Lord have mercy, please give me strength
Dark, rich and thick like a fresh baked cake
Just thinking of your shape girl I catch a tooth ache

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a

We just buggin' out a little bit
Showing versatility
Yeah
She looks like a
She looks like a

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