We Don'T Need No Water - Lyrics - Tweet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Fuego - Lyrics - Fuego - Kumbia Kings

Title: Fuego
Album: Fuego
Artist: Kumbia Kings
Composer(s): Jerry Bloodrock, Celite Evans, Richard Lee Fowler, Luigi Giraldo, Cruz Martinez, Charles Pettiford, Abraham Iii Quintanilla, Gregory Carlton Wigfall

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Lyric:
Fuego
Kumbia Kings baby, yeah
Kings are kumbia
Koo koo
(Comin' at ya)

Ya llegaron los reyes
Quien mas, Kumbia Kings
Agarrate los pantalones
Luego si te los quemas, porque aqui
Ya viene, puro fuego, pura candela

Fuego, fuego, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the mutha' burn
Fuego, fuego, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the mutha' burn

Se siente, caliente, tu cuerpo, me enciende
Te mueves, tan fuerte, parece que el calor me va quemar
Mi cuerpo te quiere, se muere por verte
Espera impaciente que esperes, dame tu calor mamà

Kumbia Kings
Koo koo

Fuego, fuego, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the mutha', burn
Fuego, fuego, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the mutha', burn

Zaa
Me tienes caliente tanto moverte
No pares, me prendes, me gusta
El fuego que tu me das
Entiende, me enciendes, me quemas
Muy fuerte, mi cuerpo se muere por
Verte, dame fuego una vez màs

Kumbia Kings
Koo koo

Fuego, fuego, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the mutha', burn
Fuego, fuego, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the mutha', burn
Burn, burn

Hola que tal esto es my kilino
Shortino en el microphone
Y esto es un permiso
Un segundito para la chica sexy

Esto va especialmente para tì
Chica sexy
(Say what)
Chica sexy
(Say what)

Mejor te digo de una vez improvisando
Con esta chica, me esta volviendo loco
Me esta matando, ya estoy alcanzando un
(Dj)
Ay, ay y sigo alcanzando, y sigo
Ardiendo, mira, mira, mira, me estoy entreteniendo
Me estoy enloqueciendo, yeah

Fuego, fuego, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the mutha', burn
Fuego, fuego, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the mutha', burn
Burn, burn

Aquì la competencia ya esta perdiendo
La paciencia, pues sabe no tienen vida
Retìrate, ok?
Aqui los Kumbia Kings
Dominando, mandando, aplastando
(Koo koo)

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Red Flag - Lyrics - II - Billy Talent

Title: Red Flag
Album: II
Artist: Billy Talent
Composer(s): Ian D'Sa, Jon Gallant, Aaron Solowoniuk, Ben Kowalewicz

Lyric:
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The red flag wavin' never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don't need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday

Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The red flag wavin' never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don't need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday

Well, I've never seen us act like this
Our only hope is in minds of kids
And they'll show us a thing or two

Our only weapons are the guns of youth
It's only time before they tighten the noose
And then the hunt will be on for you

The red flag wavin' never meant the same, no
The red flag wavin' never meant the same

Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The red flag wavin' never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don't need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday

Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The red flag wavin' never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don't need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday

Like the smallest bee packs a sting
Like the pawn checkmates a King
We'll attack at the crack of dawn

Build a ladder if there's a wall
Don't be afraid to slip and fall
Speak for yourself or they'll speak for you

The red flag wavin' never meant the same, no
The red flag wavin' never meant the same, go

Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The red flag wavin' never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don't need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday

Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The red flag wavin' never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don't need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday

Like a fire, don't need water
Like a jury, needs a liar
Like a riot, don't need order
Like a madman needs a martyr

We don't need them
We don't need them
We don't need them
We don't need them

We don't need them
We don't need them
We don't need them
We don't need them

Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The red flag wavin' never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don't need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday

Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The red flag wavin' never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don't need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday

Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The red flag wavin' never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don't need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday

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Fire Water Burn - Lyrics - One Fierce Beer Coaster - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Fire Water Burn
Album: One Fierce Beer Coaster
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): Richard Lee Fowler, Jimmy Franks, Charles Pettiford, Gregory Carlton Wigfall, Celite Evans, Jerry Bloodrock

Lyric:
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn

Hello, my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy
I'm not old or new, but middle school, fifth grade, like junior high
I don't know mofo, if y'all peeps be buggin' givin' props to my hoe 'cause she fly
But I can take the heat 'cause I'm the other white meat known as "Kid funky fried"
Yea, I'm hung like planet Pluto, hard to see with the naked eye
But if I crashed into Uranus, I would stick it where the sun don't shine
'Cause I'm kind of like Hans Solo, always stroking my own wookie
I'm the root of all that's evil, yea, but you can call me Cookie

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn

Yo, yo
This hardcore ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice
I'm not black like Barry White, no I am white like Frank Black is
So if man is five and the devil is six than that must make me seven
This honkey's gone to heaven
But if I go to Hell, well then I hope I burn well
I'll spend my days with J.F.K., Marvin Gaye, Martha Raye and Lawrence
Welk
And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimi Hendrix's poltergeist
And Webster yea Emmanuel Lewis 'cause he's the Antichrist

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn

Everybody here we go
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Everbody say ho
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

Everybody here we go
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Everbody say ho
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

Everybody here we go
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Everbody say ho
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

Everybody here we go
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

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Fire Water Burn (The Roof Is On Fire) - Lyrics - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Fire Water Burn (The Roof Is On Fire)
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): Richard Lee Fowler, Jimmy Franks, Charles Pettiford, Gregory Carlton Wigfall, Celite Evans, Jerry Bloodrock

Lyric:
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn

Hello, my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy
I'm not old or new, but middle school, fifth grade, like junior high
I don't know mofo, if y'all peeps be buggin' givin' props to my hoe 'cause she fly
But I can take the heat 'cause I'm the other white meat known as "Kid funky fried"
Yea, I'm hung like planet Pluto, hard to see with the naked eye
But if I crashed into Uranus, I would stick it where the sun don't shine
'Cause I'm kind of like Hans Solo, always stroking my own wookie
I'm the root of all that's evil, yea, but you can call me Cookie

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn

Yo, yo
This hardcore ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice
I'm not black like Barry White, no I am white like Frank Black is
So if man is five and the devil is six than that must make me seven
This honkey's gone to heaven
But if I go to Hell, well then I hope I burn well
I'll spend my days with J.F.K., Marvin Gaye, Martha Raye and Lawrence
Welk
And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimi Hendrix's poltergeist
And Webster yea Emmanuel Lewis 'cause he's the Antichrist

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn

Everybody here we go
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Everbody say ho
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

Everybody here we go
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Everbody say ho
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

Everybody here we go
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Everbody say ho
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

Everybody here we go
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

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Kwon - You &Amp; Me - Lyrics - Hood Hop - J

Title: Kwon - You &Amp; Me
Album: Hood Hop
Artist: J
Composer(s): Jerrell Jones, Mark Williams, Joe Kent

Lyric:
I mean, I just need to talk to you right now
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Yeah, yeah
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
You and me, you and me, where I begin

(La, la, la, la, la, la)
What?
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Yeah
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
You and me, you and me, yeah

Sunny day, age 14
When I first saw you, you was lickin' a ice cream
Knew you had freak in ya blood from the get go
Yo you showed a nigga some love from the get go

Cute too, so you ain't get caught in the image
Friends got in, I shouldn't of tossed out our business
So religious, in other words
Sorry, couldn't explain the way I was feelin'

Back to the story
'Member when we used to hit concerts
Mainly Jig and Nores, tryin' to get on, that was excitin' for me
And excitin' for you, that was somethin' to see

Plus, you had ass and I loved that
Back in this I was ya boyfriend, I rubbed that
Tryin' to get on, girl I achieved that
Everybody hands out, from you I received that

Don't need no ice and no Bentley
(Okay)
I just wanna have you here wit me
(Okay)
I'm there for you, always be true
It's just you and me, you and me
(I can't promise that)

You don't have to go double platinum
(Okay)
I'll be there, I'm always gon' back 'em
(Okay)
I'm there for you, always be true
It's just you and me, you and me
(Yeah, I can't promise that)

So, I know just because
(What)
How you said them words, it had to be love
Basically, it had to be us
(Right)
Against the world not givin' two fucks

But no soon as shit picked up
I start actin' different so you switched up
I don't blame you but I blame us
(Alright)
Kept shit smooth even when it got rough

But, I don't see that no more
Got one half hour wait, hope he sore
(But I hope he sore)
What the fuck is hopin' for
(Tell him)
When I can't be the man I used to be no more

No time, we don't go out to eat no more
Barely home, you don't see me 'fore you sleep no more
You love me and I know you ain't playin'
'Cuz the first week gone, you callin' me sayin'

Don't need no ice and no Bentley
(Okay)
I just wanna have you here wit me
(Okay)
I'm there for you, always be true
It's just you and me, you and me
(I can't promise that)

You don't have to go double platinum
(Okay)
I'll be there, I'm always gon' back 'em
(Okay)
I'm there for you, always be true
It's just you and me, you and me
(Yeah, I can't promise that)

Business got good but we got bad
Money got happy but we got sad
But in the midst, we had a daughter
Even though we float unclear like ocean water

Came home, two bags of Fendy
It was gone that started to offend me
Child support hit that really offend me
Puffy was right, it's all about the Benjy's

Bitter now 'cuz the love's still in me
In my boxers on the couch, sippin' Remy
Thinkin' that she need to be killed like Kennedy
Then I listen to, I got the remedy

After all I still give you what you need
'Cuz we got a daughter to feed
(Got that)
Though you supposed to be here at least you sold me that
Why the fuck did I listen when you told me that
(Stupid)

Don't need no ice and no Bentley
(Okay)
I just wanna have you here wit me
(Okay)
I'm there for you, always be true
It's just you and me, you and me
(I can't promise that)

You don't have to go double platinum
(Okay)
I'll be there, I'm always gon' back 'em
(Okay)
I'm there for you, always be true
It's just you and me, you and me
(Yeah, yeah I can't promise that)

Don't need no ice and no Bentley
(Okay)
I just wanna have you here wit me
(Okay)
I'm there for you, always be true
It's just you and me, you and me
(I can't promise that)

You don't have to go double platinum
(Okay)
I'll be there, I'm always gon' back 'em
(Okay)
I'm there for you, always be true
It's just you and me, you and me
(Yeah, I can't promise that)

(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Uh, you know, you feel my story, I feel it
Write me or somethin' ya know what I'm sayin'
(La, la, la, la, la, la,La, la, la, la, la, la)

Or I'll be in a town near you or
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Or your town or whatever ya know
Come see me and come tell me that ya know
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
It's been a long time travelin', though you was supposed to be here

So uh, ya family can't say

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Crutch - Lyrics - 613: Ashy to Classy - Field Mob

Title: Crutch
Album: 613: Ashy to Classy
Artist: Field Mob
Composer(s): Sidney De Wayne Johnson, Shawn Johnson, Darion Crawford, Emanuel Anderson, Amin Anwar Miller

Lyric:
You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you
You don't have to cry no more
If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you
You, you don't have to cry no more

I remember bein' broke with no record deal
Broke with no job, too broke to smoke dope
Man, times so hard, I wanna take my own life
That's what pain do to you

But I'm too broke to even die
I couldn't afford a funeral
I'm too broke to spend time
Y'all don't know how it feel

I could've been a metal welder
'Cause I know how to steel
Naw, I ain't braggin', I'm just keepin' it real
I was so broke my wet dream was 'bout eatin' a meal

Man I been homeless
You ever spent the night in the grass?
With ants and mesquites
While they bitin' ya ass

My best friend got shot nine times for nothin'
He was all I had, we used to lie and say we was cousins
Even Momma turned her back on me, wouldn't look me in my face
I'm a disgrace to my folks, 'cause I ain't graduate?

I ain't have nobody
Man, I wish I was dead
I was alone so I turned to God and e said

You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you
You don't have to cry no more
If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you
You, you don't have to cry no more

As far as I remember, I been in high school ever since elementary
Since the fifth I been twistin' spliffs and hittin' the weed
My eyes went through menestration every day in the summer
At age six, my piss could crank up a Hummer

Had a hooker mom, like Alfred she Hitchcock
Bumped dad, 'cause when he visit it was like a pit stop
I lived knock hard, like Jay Z, boy ya won
Things got harder, at age eighteen, I bought a gun

A three eighty caliber, for street crazy scavengers
Tryna take my [Incomprehensible], I'll turn your hat lavender
Sacks of herb in my pocket I smoke eventually
Supposed to be sellin' 'em, but it's hard to give 'em away

Livin' the day for tomorrow, so on the down low
I used beats and rhymes, why not, look at me now
From flippin' dimes, playin' get like me to get a dollar
To ridin' on my own twenties in my Impala, I ain't cryin'

You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you
You don't have to cry no more
If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you
You, you don't have to cry no more

Well, I been hearin' a lotta people say that blood's thicker than water
Well, answer this then, which would you swallow?
I said that to say, it don't matter, friend or kin
Shawn ain't my cousin but he here through thick and thin

Okay, I came up but all the faith folks came down
The script flip flopped, now the game changed round
Everybody wanna chill now, in my grill now
Now my smile ice cold, white gold like whoa

You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you
You don't have to cry no more
If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you
You, you don't have to cry no more

You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you
You don't have to cry no more
If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you
You, you don't have to cry no more

You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you
You don't have to cry no more
If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you
You, you don't have to cry no more

We all need to cry sometimes, someone, something we can count on
A crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch
We all need to cry sometimes, someone, something we can count on
A crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch

We all need to cry sometimes, someone, something we can count on
A crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch

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We Want Freedom - Lyrics - Dead Prez

Title: We Want Freedom
Artist: Dead Prez
Composer(s): Alan Bergman, Lavonne Alford, A Mair, Michel Legrand, V Williams, C Gavin, Marilyn Bergman

Lyric:
I was born black, I live black
And I'ma die probably because I'm black
Because some cracker that knows I'm black
Better than you nigga, is probably gonna put
A bullet in the back of my head!

Yeah our lives fucked up, no doubt
All this shit we go through every day
Sometimes a nigga don't know what the fuck to do
But see I got my niggas

And we gone organize a people army
And we gone get control over our own lives
And I mean that shit right there from the bottom of my shit
I Ching

Yeah, yeah imagine havin no runnin water to drink
Chemicals contaminate the pipes leadin to your sink
Just think, if the grocery stores close they doors
And they saturate the streets with tanks and start martial law

Would you be ready for civil war
Could you take the life of somebody you know
Or have feelings for if necessary? I got cousins in the military
But far as I'm concerned they died, when they registered

Yo, this world is oh so cold, I think about my ancestors
Being sold, and it make me wanna break the mold
Fuck the gold and the party, train yourself, clean your shottie
Tell me what you gone do to get free, we need more than MC's

We need Hueys, and revolutionaries
The niggas on the streets today, it's kinda scary
The smell around my way ain't roses or strawberries
In fact it's kinda poisonous, bringing out the boy in us

But I'ma stand up on my own, like a man do
Dominate the land and make wealth, like Fu-Manchu
Yes the peoples army stick together like glue
We represent the I-Ching and to this we stand true

Military formation, anyone participation is welcome
Each one teach one, son help son
Just one gun is all it take to get it started
Living in the wilderness of the west we cold hearted

If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclysm, niggas be like fuck the system

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclysm, niggas be like fuck the system

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

Yeah, I'm for peace
But I'll kill ya if ya fuck with my moms or my niece
See we all want peace, but the problem is
Crackers want a bigger piece

Got it where the niggas can't get a piece
That's why police get stabbed and shot
'Cuz a nigga can't eat if the ave is hot
Locked up you get three hot meals and one cot

Then you sit and rot, never even got a fair shot
That's where a whole lotta niggas end up
My man moms even got sent up, tryin to keep the rent up
When I'm bent up I think alot about the reason I'm here

I think about the things I fear in the comin years
Ahead of me, I'm ready for whatever they bring though
I'd go against a tank wit a shank for my dreams
And that's my fuckin' word

One day the whole world will smoke herb
And niggas won't get took to jail for hangin on the curb

If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclysm, niggas be like fuck the system

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclysm, niggas be like fuck the system

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclysm, niggas be like fuck the system

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

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The Last Redemption - Lyrics - W.A.S.P.

Title: The Last Redemption
Artist: W.A.S.P.
Composer(s): Steve Duren

Lyric:
Take me, shame me
Made you to lay my name on your tongues
Hate me, slay me
It's danger to hang my face on your walls

Take me, change me
I'm nothing, the crowns of thorns on your hearts
Oh, oh can you change me, save me?
Will you love me nailed to your Neon Cross?

If I die for you, will my life have counted?
Give me the truth, would it mean anything?
Oh, if I die for you, will I die for thousands?
Oh, give me the truth, will you ever remember me
Oh, if I die for you?

We're dying for you
I lied to thousands
[Incomprehensible]
I am deceit

Falling for you
I was the God with
Disciples at my feet

Give us the truth
I'm Lord to no man
Telling us true
It's all lies you see

Give us the truth
Messiah to thousands
With love's blood on my feet

Just give us the truth
I lied to thousands
Telling us true
I sowed what you'll reap

Give us the truth
Messiah of nothing
Disciples at my feet

I am no God of all your lost religions
Prophet for love
You could never see, you all believed
Oh, I was the chosen one

I'll please the crowds and die out loud
Take my name in vain
Cast it on the long forgotten wind

I messiah nothing
Oh why, why'd you made me God?
I wanna die

No, don't come to me
No, don't believe in you, God of love
Oh, won't you see
I can't deceive no more?

No, don't believe
I'm no redeeming God of love
Your God, you see's
All make believes Neon

When I'm gone
Will you all still need your
Dangerous Gods?
You'll never see, we all deceive
Oh, until we're here and gone

Oh mother please, what'd you do to me?
Anoint my head with oils
Dark descent to madness, be my friend

I messiah nothing
Oh why, why'd you made me God?
I wanna die

No, don't come to me
No, don't believe in you, God of love
Oh, won't you see
I can't deceive no more?

No, don't believe
I'm no redeeming God of love
Your God, you see's
All make believes Neon

You're fucked for life
Die for us, oh, Messiah, please
You're fucked for life
Die so we'll all believe

I messiah nothing
Oh I, oh, I'm a throw away for life
I messiah nothing
Ooh, why would you remember anymore if I die?

Oh, all I need was someone to love me
Oh, all I needed was one
There's no one who cares

Oh, all I need was someone to love me
Oh, all I needed was one
There's no one who cares

Oh, tell me, my Lord, why am I here?
Surely, not to live in pain and sorrow
Are we to live in pain and fear?

Oh, tell me, my Lord, why am I here?
Are we to hide inside and fear forever
A never ending road of tears
Oh, tell me, my Lord, why am I here?

Are you still Neon God?
(I won't go away)
Still an icon

Thrilling Neon
(It won't go away)
Dying for their love

Still the God of
(It won't go away)
Thrilling Neon

Killing their God
(Go away)
Spilling all your blood

Can you save your Neon
If I fade away?
Show them their wrong

And die today
A crucified son
A martyr for their love

You were never my God
Yours to blame
Can you walk on water

Yours to slay
Come off your cross
And resurrect your God

No, don't come to me
No, don't believe in your God of Love
Don't come to me
I can't deceive no more

No, don't believe
I'm no redeeming God of love
Your God, you see's
All make believe Neon

No, don't come to me
No, don't believe
Don't die for me
You're all deceived for love

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Make It Hot - Lyrics - Kottonmouth Kings No. 7 - Kottonmouth Kings

Title: Make It Hot
Album: Kottonmouth Kings No. 7
Artist: Kottonmouth Kings
Composer(s): Kirk Miller, Brad Xavier, Timothy Mc Nutt, Michael M Kumagai, Dustin Miller, Robert L Adams

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Lyric:
Make it hot, make it hot woo, make it hot, hot, I said make it hot

The joint, the joint, the joint is on fire
We don't need no water, we just wanna let it burn
(Make it hot make it hot)
Hot like an inferno dollar bills, shit
You gotta earn those, fats joints, yea you gotta burn those

Make it hot, make it hot and burn the whole spot to the ground
Smell the pot from the pounds burnin' up your town
Never stop from hittin' sounds from the underground
Make it hot make it hot

We're ten years into this thing and we're still doin' this
The longa magic bus playin' no train were still persuin' this
The life of screaming Kottonmouth Kings
And makin' music, yes we still smokin' mad green
And livin' for our own amusement

See we really don't care what other people think of us
'Cuz we make it hot, created a buzz
And we takin' over from L.A. to Japan fans
They be the greatest y'all my motherfuckin' mans what

I make it hot D loc all is up in the g-spot
Pussy always wet when I run up on the set, yes
And if it's not then my rhymes ain't tight, no
So that means that your flow is bootied

And you gots to go, yo hold up for a second
You need to give this cat just a lil' more
Indo smoke 'em out let 'em know what you about
Ah make it, make it, make it, make it
(Hot, hot, hot, hot)

Hot like an inferno dollar bills, shit
You gotta earn those, fats joints, yea you gotta burn those

Make it hot, make it hot and burn the whole spot to the ground
Smell the pot from the pounds burnin' up your town
Never stop from hittin' sounds from the underground

Make it hot, make it hot, make it hot

I'll make it hot wit the slow flow, here we go everybody know
I keep it poppin' with the indo I'll make it hot
So this shit will never get cold
Know I make it hot so styles likes valva moe [unverified]

I'll make it hot so you know it don't stop
It's the D double dash I be the kream of da krop, yo
So now you know just who you fuckin' with
Who you fuckin' with, who you fuckin' with

I make it hot I keep the whole place sweatin'
And you know I keep it hot so myself I'm always bettin'
I be the one kid that who nobody be steppin' with my mic
Tucked tough and my music as my weapon

We make it hot, we keep the spot poppin' and we keep it hot
'Cuz we party non stopin', we got the pot that keeps people droppin'
Like flys I ain't tellin' no lies we make it hot

Make it hot, hot like an inferno dollar bills, shit
You gotta earn those, fats joints, yeah you gotta burn those

Make it hot make it hot and burn the whole spot to the ground
Smell the pot from the pounds burnin' up your town
Never stop from hittin' sounds from the underground
Make it hot, make it hot, make it hot

The joint, the joint, the joint is on fire
We don't need no water we just wanna let it burn

Sketched out, stretched out in the back got a guiness in my mouth
In my sack all my people know what I'm about
See I'm a mack I'ma hit the stage turn the page no turnin' back
You got one life one chance, this is it got a fat joint in my hand

And now it's lit I'ma grease ball grimmy type when I spit
See I'm all [unverified] sticky shit in my pipe
My stoner kick be flyin' high like a kite
What'd you expect all these ladies lookin' so fine

Up in the set me I'm prime time, I got mine that's Mr. X
Gotta bullet proof when we shoot straight in my heart
See we put the ball in the hoop, tear you apart
We get high score when we tour then cash the checks
And leave 'em all clueless sore

Make it hot, hot like an inferno dollar bills, shit
You gotta earn those, fats joints yea, you gotta burn those

Make it hot, make it hot and burn the whole spot to the ground
Smell the pot from the pounds burnin' up your town
Never stop from hittin' sounds from the underground

Sounds from the underground

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Thug Alwayz - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: Thug Alwayz
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Janie Bradford, Steven Howse, C Scruggs, Gloria Jones, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
It's 1999
Guess what?
The motherfuckin' real thugs is in this motherfucker now

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Niggas look out
And we in the motherfucker house
We in here now
It's going down steepin' through the crowd
Sippin' on Henny we get wild
Niggas lookin' fool
If he even move and step like he hatin', knock him out
And then keep stompin' his head in the ground

And drag him out onto the dance floor
Tell him what to stand for
Now when they came they had they pants on
We beat bitches up out their britches
Lets show 'em how to tear up a club
When they be fuckin' with the thugs
Nigga, we come to party
But I'll fuck up somebody

But y'all ain't feelin' me
Is y'all 'til one of these bullets split y'all, hit y'all?
If y'all thinkin' we some bustas or hoes or fags
Then you should meet us, see how fast we slash your ass
You wanna rumble?
I'm sick of bein' humble
Give ya everything you come here for so come on, ho
Sawed Off Slim, it don't matter

I got somethin' for him and him
And then them niggas that you bring back thinkin' you can win
Fuck your friends
Everybody talk that shit, nigga
Oh, yeah I know it
But who gonna show it, and who the ho is?
I bet a million bucks it's not us
Yeah, we might not get everybody

Somebody gonna get fucked up
(Fucked up)
You wanna come test me now?
Come now say, come now challenge me
Let a real niggas handle my business
I'm gonna finish I gotta end this, I'ma diminish this
Come follow my prophet, seeking gifts
It ain't no stoppin' me, I gotta clock G's

T H U G, pop niggas they D E A D
Bet a thug don't test me boy I trust my dogs
Hit 'em up with a left, right, spot 'em with the beam
There's five trues of mine
What am I?
A thug always
Remember the way they played back in the day
Hit 'em with AK, y'all made to hate me, baby

Woo! We comin' to really make y'all feel us
Remember that nigga Eazy-E
Labelled me and my trues black nigga killers
Nigga, the realer gravedigger, brew-swig and love bud
And if you think you can hang
Then come fuck with a thug
And I don't give a fuck if you a crip or you a blood
But when you see a thug you better show some love

Got damn, it feel good to be a thugsta
Gettin' high, smokin' weed all day
Ain't got to listen to no bitches and I'm disrespectin' laws
Just doin' it the Bone Thug way
Yeah, nigga, you gotta be crazy fuckin' with Layzie
And all these Mo Thug killers
We them ex-dope dealers and natural born cap peelers
Feel us nigga, if you want ain't of that high captain here

We kickin' that raw shit
Fuck the law shit, been screamin' it for years
Ain't no fear in my heart thanks to the Lord up above
And I got a grudge against niggas that judge, give 'em no mercy, no love
Let me see you shoot that motherfucker shoot that nigga
Ride up, slip the clip in, any trippin' niggas spit that fire
We don't need no water, let this motherfucker burn, baby
And I know they hate me say lately, Layzie actin' shady

Hey, I'm the number 1 assassin, guess they just can't understand
I fear no man, put it on my number 1 fan
'Cause I'm a stand-up true thugsta in a league of my own
The city of Thieves is my home and I don't trust nann nigga
My mentality is thug, runnin' the streets sellin' drugs
Off this nigga gettin' buzzed packin' heat off in the club
Nigga what? Nigga what?
They sayin' that Bone was split up

Just niggas jealous tellin' rumors and lies
Can eat a dick up, nigga

Nigga, stay real
Thugs get high
Why you call yourself a thug?
That's how I feel inside
And we don't wanna hurt nobody, 'body
But your fuckin' with us and we shootin' up the party
Even if you was talkin' some of that Bone shit we sayin'
Then you can bring it on because we ready, we ready

Fuckin' with us is like fuckin' with no condom
That's dumb, better play with your son
Nigga, I ain't the one
Ain't a thang changed, niggas still the same, made a little change
Sendin' bullets to brain, fuck around man
Nine millimeter come and get some, get some
Shoot 'em with them hollows 'cause you know he's got his vest on
And you didn't want it to come to this, did you?

Fuckin' with them thugs, them niggas roll through
If you really want some run
(Better run)
Fuckin' with thug niggas run, run
Yeah say nigga come on
We ready for combat but y'all ain't ready
Carry a deadly machete, shred 'em, they stretched
Now they human spaghetti

Steady smooth and very eager to bury enemies
If it be necessary, then nigga wet 'em
(Go)
And I better go get 'em
We pickin' 'em off with the heater 9-millimeter
Shit to sweep the streets make niggas retreat
That's heat
Now, I repeat if you want some nigga come and get it

'Cause we still five live and vicious
Don't get it twisted motherfucker
Run up on us whenever ya wanna get down and dirty
Still stand in the Land with the slugs and my gun in my hand
Krayzie, Layzie, bizzy, wish and flesh
Put it down to the North, South, East and West
From back in the day we claimin' the thuggish ruggish
No need to change it

Now everybody a thug
If you real throw it up but if it's fake
Kill 'em and put 'em in with the rest of them phonies
Fuck 'em and yes it's like that

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh
...

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Another Sunny Day 12/25 - Lyrics - John Mellencamp

Title: Another Sunny Day 12/25
Artist: John Mellencamp
Composer(s): G Green, John Mellencamp

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Lyric:
We see it on TV, we get calls on the phone
By the prophets of doom, they won't leave us alone
The planet is dying and there's no time to spare
We spend all our days sowing seeds of despair

We get enough bad news to harden our hearts
This fear that we feed on is what's keeping us apart
To say that we're doomed is just an obvious remark
And it don't make you right, it just keeps you in the dark

I don't want to live angry, I don't want to live scared
I don't need no more prophets crying, "Brother beware"
Just put some work in my hands and give me a dollar to spare
And don't let me sow those seeds of despair

Well, this Earth is a graveyard, it will swallow our bones
It was here long before us, it will be here when we're gone
It's a vain generation that looks for a sign
Don't you think we could make better use of our time

Yeah, the air could be cleaner and the water could too
But what we do to each other are the worst things that we do
And we can treasure our freedoms behind our locked doors
But God speed the day when we're lonely no more

I don't want to live angry, I don't want to live scared
I don't need no more prophets crying, "Brother beware"
Just put some work in my hands and give me a dollar to spare
Don't let me sow those seeds of despair

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Getcha Groove On - Lyrics - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water - Limp Bizkit

Title: Getcha Groove On
Album: Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): Wesley Louden Borland, Leor Dimant, William Frederick Durst, Alvin Joiner, John Everett Otto, Samuel Robert Rivers

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Lyric:
Millennium shit
Limp Bizkit X to the Z yeah
Bringin' it live to you and yours
Ladies and gentlemen
My homeboy yo
Get at em, dog

You don't want to fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way
So try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if your invading the space
So getcha getcha your groove on
Don't keep us waitin' too long

Don't you treat me like a toy kid
Do you enjoy this
Every single second I'm alive, I'm a mess
Got these laser beam mic checks
Communicating through the Genelec
High tech, keep you on the run

Now don't wanna be that guy
Every single second I'm alive
I'm alive I don't understand why
I got your trunk full of candy
And your so high bumping off the sweetness

This is what you need
Another little piece of me inside you
'Cause you know that I'll always keep it true
And that's exactly what I do
It's what I do it's what I do

You don't wanna fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way
So, try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if you're invading the space
So getcha getcha get your groove on
Don't keep us waiting too long

I got breakneck delivery, no time for chivalry
Extraordinary ability, shit longevity
Dig deep in your soul and find yourself
'Cause mind control could turn y'all to someone else

So fast your head'll probably spin the fuck right off
Me and Fred about to go half on Microsoft
Them live earning twenty percent
Those little half-assed direct hits
Ain't even making a dent

What an event, ah Hell, Xzibit and Limp
As we attempt to bring home
The championship it's all in the risk
I'll still lead the league and assist
Give me the fifth I'm drinking while I'm taking a piss, bitch

You don't wanna fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way
So try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if you're invading the space
So getcha getcha get your groove on
Don't keep us waiting to long

I got untapped material, I serial kill shit give me that real shit
X finish em off quick, makin' your jaw split
When I'm touching the mosh pit
Constant conflict knockin' faggot's unconscious
Nauseous raisin' the stakes

Increasin' the weight
Got homies that can lay down and lift the plate
So, quit tryin' to invade my space
Before I call for a face-to-face
And got to rest my case like

This is how we do it
Just recognize we keep gettin' right to it
Lookin' into these eyes
Lookin' into these eyes
And you'll see the size of the flames
Then you might despise the size of my game

Step the fuck back, Xzibit's on the track
You should have buckled up before your head hit the dash
You gotta hate that demo from an eight-track
Brought me to a place where platinum comes in eight stacks, bitch

You don't wanna fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' go your way
So, try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if you're invading the space
So getcha getcha your groove on
Don't keep us waitin' too long

You don't wanna fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' go your way
So, try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if you're invading the space
So getcha getcha your groove on
Don't keep us waitin' too long

You don't wanna fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' go your way
So, try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if you're invading the space
So getcha getcha your groove on
Don't keep us waitin' too long

You don't wanna fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' go your way

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'97 Bonnie And Clyde - Lyrics - Slim Shady LP - Eminem

Title: '97 Bonnie And Clyde
Album: Slim Shady LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Jeff Bass, Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
Baby, your da-da loves you
And I'ma always be here for you no matter what happens
You're all I got in this world
I would never give you up for nothin'
Nobody in this world is ever gonna keep you from me
I love you

Come on Hai-Hai, we goin' to the beach
Grab a couple of toys and let da-da strap you in the car seat
Oh, where's mama? She's takin' a little nap in the trunk
Oh, that smell, da-da musta runned over a skunk
Now I know what you're thinkin', it's kind of late to go swimmin'
But you know your mama, she's one of those type of women
That do crazy things and if she don't get her way, she'll throw a fit
Don't play with da-da's toy knife, honey, let go of it

And don't look so upset, why you actin' bashful?
Don't you wanna help da-da build a sand castle?
And mama said she wants to show how far she can float
And don't worry about that little boo-boo on her throat
It's just a little scratch, it don't hurt
Her was eatin' dinner while you were sweepin'
And spilled ketchup on her shirt
Mama's messy, isn't she? We'll let her wash off in the water
And me and you can play by ourselves, can't we?

Just the two of us
Just the two of us
And when we ride
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just you and I

Just the two of us
Just the two of us
And when we ride
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just you and I

See honey, there's a place called Heaven and a place called Hell
A place called prison and a place called jail
And da-da's probably on his way to all of 'em except one
'Cause mama's got a new husband and a stepson
And you don't want a brother do ya?
Maybe when you're old enough to understand a little better
I'll explain it to ya but for now we'll just say mama was real, real bad
Was bein' mean to dad and made him real, real mad

But I still feel sad that I put her on time-out
Sit back in your chair, honey, quit tryin' to climb out
I told you it's okay Hai-Hai, wanna ba-ba?
Take a night-night? Nan-a-boo, goo-goo ga-ga?
Her make goo-goo ca-ca? Da-da change your dia-dee
Clean the baby up so her can take a nighty-nighty
Your dad'll wake her up as soon as we get to the water
'97 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my daughter

Just the two of us
Just the two of us
And when we ride
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just you and I

Just the two of us
Just the two of us
And when we ride
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just you and I

Wake up, sweepy head, we're here, before we play
We're gonna take mama for a wittle walk along the pier
Baby, don't cry, honey, don't get the wrong idea
Mama's too sweepy to hear you screamin' in her ear
That's why you can't get her to wake, but don't worry
Da-da made a nice bed for mommy at the bottom of the lake
Here, you wanna help da-da tie a rope around this rock?
We'll tie it to her footsie then we'll roll her off the dock

Ready now, here we go, on the count of free
One, two, free, whee
There goes mama, spwashin' in the water
No more fightin' wit' dad, no more restraining order
No more step-da-da, no more new brother
Blow her kisses bye-bye, tell mama you love her
Now we'll go play in the sand, build a castle and junk
But first, just help dad with two more things out the trunk

Just the two of us
Just the two of us
And when we ride
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just you and I

Just the two of us
Just the two of us
And when we ride
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just you and I

Just me and you baby
Is all we need in this world
Just me and you
Your da-da will always be here for you
Your da-da's always gonna love you
Remember that

If you ever need me I will always be here for you
If you ever need anything, just ask
Da-da will be right there
Your da-da loves you
I love you, baby

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I Don'T Know What - Lyrics - Thug On Da Line - Krayzie Bone

Title: I Don'T Know What
Album: Thug On Da Line
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): P Williams, C Hugo, A Henderson

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Lyric:
This is how we do it, when we do it
This is how we do it, when we do it
This is how we do it, when we do it
This is how we do it, when we do it

Doesn't it feel good to see us make money?
Feel good like everyday's sunny
Feel good see us takin off?
Doesn't it feel good to see us ball?
And they can't take it from us at all
And if you agree that we won't fall sing "la da di da da di da di da di da"

Back at'cha, it's the thug with the most droppin more Thuggish Ruggish on ya
Krayzie keepin it flaming, so indeed it's fire for ya
Water, don't need none let it burn
Let it be known that it's my turn, let 'em turn
Be concerned with these words I got
Whatever they sayin about the Line, we better kill 'em
'Cause I got up and I got mine don't mean I'm trippin
Really left niggaz behind to handle business
They don't understand I'm in it to win it
Thug out with a crowd full of criminals and killers
So pump your fists if ya feel it, hear me
We in it to keep it the realest
With my regime, Thugline team, coming to kill something
Close to 30 million sold and still thuggin, still strugglin
Wassup with Bone? Gotta keep it real, so I tell them, I don't know
Can't think no more excuses when niggaz don't show
We came up from poor, and I'm not going back to poor, no

Doesn't it feel good to see us make money?
Feel good like everyday's sunny
Feel good see us takin off?
Doesn't it feel good to see us ball?
And they can't take it from us at all
And if you agree that we won't fall sing "la da di da da di da di da di da"

For the love of money, I keep it funky
Just thuggin back down in the ghetto
Sleep in the PJ's they let me so I love 'em back
By keepin it real, givin 'em shit that they can feel
Like hustlin need more than a mil
Like how to make it on these streets and not be killed before you get grown
Let a nigga go on 'cause he chose to live his life wrong
All I know is life is already short
And you can bring your non-exsistance closer if you want
Trust me, you don't nigga, live on, get'cha thug on (thug on)
Make you some cheese, get some weed and go get your buzz on
But must of all you gotta stay sucka-free, them bustas out ya mix
That go for anything you do and they go all to jail, I don't trip
I share a hater to the side, devil ass nigga
Always fuckin up my vibe, that's right now, nigga
You done meet Krayzie Bone, you ain't meet Leatherface
And I don't think you wanna though, no

Doesn't it feel good to see us make money?
Feel good like everyday's sunny
Feel good see us takin off?
Doesn't it feel good to see us ball?
And they can't take it from us at all
And if you agree that we won't fall sing "la da di da da di da di da di da"

My nigga, cover your ears and fuck what you heard (heard)
'Cause it's about they bullshit they be talkin, why?
Niggaz in my business like they my bitches, got me hot (so hot, hot, hot, hot)
Run up, touch me, get burned, nigga
Said they saw me at the Source out on the floor, dropped (what?)
Chickenhead bitch from Miami said we was runnin when the war popped
Hoe stop, you don't know none nigga rollin with me
What shut you puff? My niggaz hold on the B
For most of them niggaz they want peace when we meet
Like we ain't be hearin what they be saying on the streets
So we gotta bring the heat
Speak if you want, but keep it to a mumble
Speak louder than a whisper, oh and we gonna get'cha
Y'all Don't Know Me, ain't that what I told 'em?
Hope they knowin these pistols real's that we toat, jokin
Naw nigga, we for real in the field
Believe what you want, but you suckas know the deal

Doesn't it feel good to see us make money?
Feel good like everyday's sunny
Feel good see us takin off?
Doesn't it feel good to see us ball?
And they can't take it from us at all
And if you agree that we won't fall sing "la da di da da di da di da di da"

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I Don'T Wanna Party Wit U - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: I Don'T Wanna Party Wit U
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): David Marvin Blake

Lyric:
Get back before I get raised, get lower
Do some extreme shit, keep from bein' bored
Now it's double up, hoes come a nickel a dozen
They get hot and get fucked and don't remember from buzzin'

That's why you don't see me, I ain't at the club
I'm chillin' with my homies in the city of hugs
Because they need me more than that hoe
The big fat hoe tryna' get every ballin' nigga in the saddle

Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the man
Now a days you can't tell, watch the crotch, it might swell
You needs a pap smear, you need to know if you got an STD
Some little critters in ya trap dear

Get on, me and my homies is indivisible
And don't floss money, it looks better when it's invisible
We get props from Wall Street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
C-P-T style, O-G me style, the D-J Q-U-I-K with no C style
In yo' town, don't trip nigga, it goes down

And when you see me in all blue, you gon' frown
But I'm rigid the ghetto, I'm rigid with rap
Money or respect bitch, I'd rather have the digits than DAT
So give me the hats, do you want the meat or the scraps?
Put heat on my naps and I'ma hell look sweet on my lap
'Cause it's the same thang tryna' kill the gang bang
Set examples for the kids, on how to maintain
Never be a lame brain

Y'all ain't gotta feel the same pain
That put a nigga like me on the mainframe
Bow down, back up nigga, I'm hot now
And don't try to resuscitate me when I'm shot down
Just call my homie Theo on the radio
And let him know his little homie Quiksta had to go
Because 'Gangsta, Gangsta', that's what they yellin'

But niggas do dirt, get caught, and start tellin'
Talkin' to you G's with no heart
We was throwin' and runnin' from bullets
Before gangsta rappin' was an art
Nigga so don't test ya bullet-proof vest
'Cause real niggas do real thangs up under stress
That's from the C-P-T, young G with heart, too
Oh we still party, but now it's part two

And I don't wanna party wit you, hell naw
'Cause bitch you scary
You 20 years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos
You're bald but your legs are hairy

I don't wanna party wit you, hell naw
You need to put some lotion on
'Cause ya skin is peelin' around them bullet wounds on ya back
You're fat plus you're abortion-prone

I'd rather be a young exec, than the puppet on the other end
Danglin' by a neuce on his neck
They can't handle me, 'cause I'm where the [Incomprehensible] be
And underground nigga on Erickston, now there is the family

That I'ma roll wit, take control wit
Have a ball, break bread, and share the store wit
Even though I'm thirsty for money in the worst way
I ain't go cry if I don't go platinum on the first day
Watch me, get my hustle on with the friendly competition

Y'all got papers but I got the latest tradition
A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is what I crack
And if you ain't got that, keep wishin'
And to you bitch-ass niggas in the maze
Comin' at a player with [Incomprehensible] ways
Keep lickin' on that other sound

And stay north of the 105 Hip Hop heads, 'cause this is underground
Right by the water, can't do right by ya daughter
But look at all the shit that I done bought her
See lyrics ain't nothin' if the beat ain't crackin'
And these beats smackin', that's why the G's keep stackin', nigga

I don't wanna party wit you, hell naw
'Cause nigga you's a scuffla
Your braids is dingy, your clothes ain't got no creases
And your lips look like you sucked a muffler

I don't wanna party wit you, hell naw
'Cause bitch you didn't know me
When you was fine as wine and thick
Now you sick from smokin' that shit
You're broke and plus you're boney

W-E-S-T, C-O-A-S-T, that's where the hydroponic with no seeds be
So don't trip when you see me on the TV, or my CD
And my eyes are really R-E-D
See the [Incomprehensible] is free, pardon me for bein' speaky
Switchin' on y'all that wanna jeek me

What makes you even try that way?
Yeah I might be fly, but I don't fly that way
Hmm, even on a gallon a Sisco I could never go disco
Dude I ain't from Frisco

And to these bitches, y'all trippin', we ain't layin' wit y'all
Just because we say we wanna fuck, we playin' wit y'all
This is entertainment, we tryna' make us some change
We ain't impressed by what you got up under your Hanes
Bitch that's yo' trap, and that's yo' sap

Let me spit the cap while she sit in yo' lap
Homie, don't you know me
Jealous-ass niggas wanna flow me
Just because yo' woman wanna blow me
On the strength I give that hoe a tittie-toy
'Cause I'm the only ugly nigga gettin' away with bein' pretty boy

I don't wanna party wit you, hell naw
Now this is how the sporty bounce
We stay away from you broke-ass niggas
Always beggin' and ain't got a dime on the 40 oz

I don't wanna party wit you hell naw
'Cause hoe you toe-back, with that ol' long ass roll
And ya stockin' smellin' like Avon
And that horse want his 'fro back

I don't wanna party wit you hell naw
And nigga I can't stand ya
And I ain't got nothin' but some advice,
A map, a bar of soap, some water and a towel to hand ya

I don't wanna party wit you hell naw
Now I'ma be real wit it
All my fuckin' life I ain't never wanted fame
But since the shit done came I gotta deal wit it

I don't wanna party wit you
Ya know, but I'ma do it like my homie say
Check it, I don't give a fuck about fame
I'd rather deal with the money, y'all can have the name
I'm out, yeah

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