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Friday, August 13, 2010

Welcome To New York City - Lyrics - Come Home With Me - Cam'Ron

Title: Welcome To New York City
Album: Come Home With Me
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Camron Giles, Justin Gregory Smith, Shawn Carter

Lyric:
Turn the motherfuckin' music up
Just blaze man, you owe me, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Welcome to the Empire State, home of the World Trade
Birthplace of Michael Jordan, home of Biggie Smalls
Roc-A-Fella headquarters
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)

Ladies an' gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov
Is definitely in the building, Brooklyn
Harlem World, stand the fuck up
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)

I'm a BK brawler, Marcy projects hallway loiterer
Pure coke copper, get your order up
I bring 'em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer
It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get 'em to Florida

Rucker game attender with the Bent parked
On the sidewalk with temp plates on the fender
I ain't hard to find you, catch me frontin' center
At the Knick game, big chain an' all my splendor

Next to Spike an' be panned left to right
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
But damn once again if you pan left at the ice
If you the man that write checks
With the hand that don't write

I go off the head when I'm ramblin' on the mic
An' I go off the Feds when I'm scramblin' at night
An' it was off the set, I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right, Cam? Ya damn right

It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin', we never lost power, tell 'em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

Yo, there's a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from
It don't matter if you three feet or eight one
You'll get eight from me, nine an' straight blown
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one

Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you
You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers
It's hot here, ask Mase, he ran to Atlanta

You think we know what life do, make on the motorcycle
Drinkers, they so delightful, blingin' with so much ice
In front of Sparks, body cops Dilano
Block away watched by Gotti an' Girvano

It's 'La Costra Nostra', someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with chauffeur
Old coke they raise up an' snort, blaze up ya fort
Jay puff shine, cases was caught

Midnight pick fights, they love a victim
Watch him 'fore he watch you, Killa, Killa
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin', we never lost power, tell 'em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

I'm from 101, west to Hunt, 40th, this shit is live
Fifth floor, 56, you know the zip, district five
You're on 22nd, hit you from 2 1
That's on Lennox, 7th Ave was News One

Coverage, I synethestry, got Braffin defendin' me
'Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentiary
The judge said, "Is this that thug from the Kit Kat Club?"
But I got enough chips stacked up to make a bitch to pack up

I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug
Lay up in a pitch black tug
You lookin' at rich black thugs to get that love
An' won't stop 'til I get back blood, Holla at 'em Hov

I'm from Flushin', Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle an' Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That's why the Johnny gun I'm holdin'
Wet niggas up like this Johnny pump is open
Homie, I play hard

It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin', we never lost power, tell 'em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

Y'all niggas, man, y'all can't fuck around, man
It's the Roc, bitch, Killa, my nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)

Diplomats man, holla, Dash, get the fuck off our dicks
[Incomprehensible]
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
I own this shit right now, man, I ain't goin' nowhere
Welcome to New York City

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

We Be Clubbin' (Clark World Remix) - Lyrics - Ice Cube

Title: We Be Clubbin' (Clark World Remix)
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Rick Cousin, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
We be clubbin'
Hey, hey, hey, hey, look here, look here
First of all, I wanna welcome
All y'all broke ass entreponiggas to the Player's Club

It's packed, niggas don't know how to act
We the macks, V.I.Ps in the back
With a stack of numbers, my niggas like 'em dumber
We oughta get 'em smarter, baby take my order

The only shark that swim in Henn, no water
Got ya daughter doin' shit you don't think she oughta
Gave the order to slaughter any ass like that
You know how the Loni act off the Cognac

Brainiac with maniac, Mack 10
Down ta get this mothafuckin' party crackin'
Nigga, back in so we can smoke a dub
Down ta bump all these bitches at the club, show me love

We be clubbin'
Everybody likes when the girl shakes somethin'
Nigga, don't pull nothin'
We ain't dumpin', we just bumpin' an' bangin'
Like it ain't nothin' wrong, get ya club on

We be clubbin', we be clubbin'
We be clubbin', we be clubbin'

We gettin' in free, so what the fuck now?
Dub S.C.G. just touched down, show a nigga 'round
'Least take a nigga to the sto'
Y'all in fo' the night? Hell, no

Security, bail slow up in the club
Remember when they push an' shove, it's only love
Dubs for everybody waitin' on us
An' fuck everybody hatin' on us

Debatin' on us, but we only visitin'
Ain't tryin' ta fuck with niggas in lizard skins
I see you watchin' me, you should watch her
'Cause if she sick of yo' shit, I'm the doctor, rock her

Show her to the car
An' see how bad she wanna meet these stars
They know who we are, West side
Nigga, meet me by the bar

Shake it off, shake it off, take it off
Break it off, break it off, make it soft
Shake it off, shake it off, take it off
Break it off, break it off, make it soft

Shake it off, shake it off, take it off
Break it off, break it off, make it soft
Shake it off, shake it off, take it off
Break it off, break it off, make it soft

We be clubbin', we be clubbin', we be clubbin'

Baby, beware, Ice Cube is on tilt
Waitress bitchin' off the drinks my nigga spilt
Everybody's sweatin' like it's Armageddon
1999, party over, oops, I'ma still grind

Straight from the West, put away yo' 9
DJ, can ya play my shit one mo' time?
Goddamn, you fine, my nigga speak on it
She got ass for days, put a week on it

Now everybody in the world love to go clubbin'
An' after the club, it's either breakfast or fuckin'
Hope we ain't duckin' from haters in the parkin' lot
Who ain't got nothin', tryin' to prove somethin'

Frontin', we be the niggas who be bluntin'
On our way to the Marriott, keep 'em very hot
West side, hittin' hairy cock
All night long, get ya club on

We be clubbin'
Everybody likes when the girl shakes somethin'
Nigga, don't pull nothin'
We ain't dumpin', we just bumpin' an' bangin'
Like it ain't nothin' wrong, get ya club on

We be clubbin', we be clubbin'
We be clubbin', we be clubbin'

Shake it off, shake it off, take it off
Break it off, break it off, make it soft
Shake it off, shake it off, take it off
Break it off, break it off, make it soft

Shake it off, shake it off, take it off
Break it off, break it off, make it soft
Shake it off, shake it off, take it off
Break it off, break it off, make it soft

We be clubbin'
Everybody likes when the girl shakes somethin'
Nigga, don't pull nothin'
We ain't dumpin', we just bumpin' an' bangin'
Like it ain't nothin' wrong, get ya club on

Homeboys, show me love up in the club
Home girls, show me love up in the club
Security, show me love up in the club
Owners, show me love up in the club

Waitress', show me love up in the club
Bartenders, show me love up in the club
L.A., show me love up in the club
The Bay, show me love up in the club

Chicago, show me love up in the club
St. Louis, show me love up in the club
Miami, show me love up in the club
New York, show me love up in the club

Detroit, show me love up in the club
Houston, show me love up in the club
K.C., show me love up in the club
Denver, show me love up in the club

D.C., show me love up in the club
Atlanta, show me love up in the club
Memphis, show me love up in the club
Dallas, show me love up in the club

I might spend a dub, bitch

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Monday, August 16, 2010

We Be Clubbin - Lyrics - Greatest Hits - Ice Cube

Title: We Be Clubbin
Album: Greatest Hits
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Rick Cousin, O'Shea Jackson

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

Welcome To Atlanta - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Welcome To Atlanta
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): J Fletcher, J Hutchins, L Smith, Freddie Perren, Jermaine Dupri, Christine Yarian, Christopher B Bridges

Lyric:
Yeah, welcome to Atlanta
Jack and Hammer and vogues'
Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes
Adolescent packin' a fo'

A knock on the do', who is it?
I would happen to know, the one with the flow
Who did it? It was me I suppose

J-D in the Rollz and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme
Skatin' down old Nat, Gat tooked and lean
I split ya spleen, as matter' fact I split ya team
No blood on the sneak's, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean
I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams
I'm allergic to 'doc prescribed anti-histemines

Oink, oink, pig, pig, do away with the pork
Only siguar needs a steak knife and a fork
Did you forget your fuckin' manners, I'm loose with banners
Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon

The Wooley mammoth saber-tooth, bitch bite your tongue
I won't stop until I'm rich as them white-boy come
I pull up in the black Lotus, you're plaque's are bogus
So I stripped them off the wall
Waiting for my cue to corner pocket eight balls

You rackin' 'em up, I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up
In fact Im slappin' 'em up, Cadallacin' the truck
I can't loose with 22's, bitch that's what's up
Runnin' in the back the fuck, runnin' better than aquaduct, chillin' what

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Welcome to Atlanta where the playas play
And we ride on them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta where the playas play
And we ride on them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

Now the party don't start 'til I walk in
And I usually don't leave until the thing ends
But in the mean-time, in between time
You work yo thing, I'll work mine

I been puttin' it down here since 83'
Since the late show MD rivalry
More froze than bad ice, with a place to be
If you was ridin', you was ballin' to homie Shadi

I'm the MBP, most Ballernous Player
Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor
Monday night, Gentlemen's Club
Tuesday night, I'm up in the velvet room, gettin' fucked up

Wednesday, I'm at strokers on lean
Thursday, jump clean and I fall up in cream
Friday, shark bar kyack with Frank Skeem
Right on the floor is where you can find me

Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy
You can find me up in one-tweezy
Sunday, is when I get my sleepin'
'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Welcome to Atlanta where the playas play
And we ride on them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta where the playas play
And we ride on them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Welcome to Atlanta where the playas play
And we ride on them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta where the playas play
And we ride on them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Welcome To Atlanta - Lyrics - Instructions - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Welcome To Atlanta
Album: Instructions
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): J Fletcher, J Hutchins, L Smith, Freddie Perren, Jermaine Dupri, Christine Yarian, Christopher B Bridges

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Lyric:
Yeah, welcome to Atlanta, jackin' and hammer and vogues'
Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes
Adolescent packin a fo', a knock on the do', who is it?
I would happen to know, the one with the flow
Who did it? It was me, I suppose

J-D in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme
Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and lean
I split ya spleen, as a matter of fact, I split ya team
No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it, so my kicks is clean

I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams
I'm allergic to doc' prescribed antihistamines
Oink oink, pig pig, do away with the pork
Only silverware, I needs a steak knife and a fork

Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with Banners
Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon
The wooly mammoth sabretooth, bitch, bite your tongue
I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come

I pulled up in the black Lotus
Your plaques are bogus, so I stripped them off the wall
Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin' 'em up
I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin 'em up

In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac and the truck
I can't lose with twenty-two, bitch, that's what's up
Runnin, in the back to fuck, better tha-than the aqueduct
Chillin', flippin', what?

Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo
Y-y-yo yo, yo yo yo
Yo yo yo yo, yo yo, yo
Y-yo, yo, yo yo yo yo yo yo

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

Yo, uhh, now the party don't start 'til I walk in
And I usually don't leave until the thang ends
But in the meantime, in between time
You work yo' thing, I'll work mine

I been puttin' it down here since eighty-three
Since the Lake Show / MD rivalry
When Frozen Paradise was the place to be
If you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D

I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballinist Player
Make my own rules, bitch, call me the mayor
Monday night, Gentlemen's Club
Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up

Wednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean
Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream
Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski
Right on the flo' is where you can find me

Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy
You can find me up in One-Tweezy
Sunday is when I get my sleep in
'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla

Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo
Y-y-yo yo, yo yo yo
Yo yo yo yo, yo yo, yo
Y-yo, yo, yo yo yo yo yo yo

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

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Welcome To The Club - Lyrics - Joe Walsh

Title: Welcome To The Club
Artist: Joe Walsh
Composer(s): Joseph Fidler Walsh

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Lyric:
Standin' in the runway wavin' at the plane
There goes everything you own
You called home collect and they didn't know your name
Starin' at the telephone

You thought he was a doctor now he says he's not
But the noises seem to tell for sure
And according to the symptoms it isn't all you got
A shame they haven't found a cure

Didn't know the reason, you start to feel the rub?
You know it isn't easy well, welcome to the club

Well, you thought they'd take it lightly they're actin' kinda rash
Caught you in a loadin' zone
So they smile very politely relieved you of your cash
Suddenly you're all alone

You play the double agent, you bug each other's phone
You got the place surrounded there ain't nobody home
It's gettin' hard to please 'em you start to feel the rub
You know it isn't easy well, welcome to the club
Come on and join us in the club

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Welcome To Jamrock - Lyrics - Welcome to Jamrock - Damian Marley

Title: Welcome To Jamrock
Album: Welcome to Jamrock
Artist: Damian Marley
Composer(s): Ini Kamoze, Stephen Marley, Damian Robert Nes Marley

Lyric:
Out in the streets, they call it murder

Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at
Two pound ah weed inna van back
It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack
The smell ah give your girlfriend contact

Some boy nuh know dis, dem only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And don't know the real hardcore

'Cause Sandals ah nuh back too the thugs
Dem will do whe dem got to and won't think twice to shot you
Don't make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too
A bare tuff tings come at you

When Trench Town man stop laugh and block off traffic
Then dem wheel and pop off and dem start clap it
With the pin file dung an it ah beat rapid
Police come inna jeep and dem can't stop it

Some say them ah playboy, ah playboy rabbit
Funny man ah get dropped like a bad habit
So nuh bodah pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone

Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder

Welcome to Jam down, poor people ah dead at random
Political violence, can't done, pure ghost and phantom
The youth dem get blind by stardom
Now the kings of kings ah call

Old man to Pickney, so wave unnuh hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sick me
Dem suit no fit me, to win election dem trick we
Then dem don't do nuttin' at all

C'mon let's face it, a ghetto education's basic
And most ah de youths them waste it
And when dem waste it, that's when dem take the guns replace it
Then dem don't stand a chance at all

And that's why ah nuff little youth have up some fat 'matic
With the extra magazine inna dem back pocket
And ah a bleach a night time inna some black jacket
All who nah lock glocks, ah dem a lock rocket

They will full you up ah current like ah shock socket
Dem a run ah road back which part the cops block it
And from now till a mornin' nuh stop clock it
If dem run outta rounds ah bruck back ratchet

Welcome to Jamrock
(Southside, Northside)
Welcome to Jamrock
(East Coast, West Coast, huh, yo)

Welcome to Jamrock
(Cornwall, Middlesex and Surrey, yah)
Hey, welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder

Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica, now
Jamaica, Jamaica, yo, Jamaica, Jamaica
Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Welcome To Atlanta (Remix) - Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Welcome To Atlanta (Remix)
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): J Fletcher, J Hutchins, L Smith, Freddie Perren, Jermaine Dupri, Christine Yarian, Christopher B Bridges

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Lyric:
Yeah, welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues
Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes, adolescent packin' a fo'
A knock on the do', who is it? I would happen to know
The one with the flow, who did it? It was me, I suppose

JD in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme
Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and lean
I split ya spleen as a matter of fact, I split ya team
No blood on the sneaks gotta keep it so my kicks is clean

I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams
I'm allergic to doc' prescribed antihistamines
Oink oink, pig, pig, do away with the pork
Only silverware I needs a steak knife and a fork

Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm 'Bruce' with 'Banners'
Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon
The woolly mammoth saber tooth bitch bite your tongue
I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come

I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus
So I stripped them off the wall, waitin' for my cue
To corner pocket eight balls you rackin 'em up
I'm big paper like pancakes stackin 'em up

In fact I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac an' the truck
I can't lose with twenty-two bitch that's what's up
Runnin' in the back to fuck, better than the aquaduct
Chil-l-lin', flip-p-pin', what?

Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo
Y-y-yo yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,yo, yo
Y-y-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

Yo, uh, now the party don't start 'til I walk in
And I usually don't leave until the thang ends
But in the meantime, in between time
You work yo' thing, I'll work mine

I been puttin' it down here since eighty-three
Since the Lake Show, MD rivalry
When 'Frozen Paradise' was the place to be
If you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D

I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin'ist Player
Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor
Monday night, 'Gentle men's Club'
Tuesday night, I'm up in the 'Velvet Room' gettin' fucked up

Wednesday, I'm at 'Strokers' on lean
Thursday, 'Jump Clean' then I fall up in 'Kream'
Friday, 'Shark Bar', 'Kaya' with Frank Ski
Right on the flo' is where you can find me

Saturday is off the heezy fo' sheezy
You can find me up in 'One-Tweezy'
Sunday is when I get my sleep in
Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla

Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo
Y-y-yo yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,yo, yo
Y-y-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Welcome To Jamrock - Lyrics - Alicia Keys

Title: Welcome To Jamrock
Artist: Alicia Keys
Composer(s): Ini Kamoze, Stephen Marley, Damian Robert Nes Marley

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Love It Or Leave It Alone / Welcome To Jamrock - Lyrics - Unplugged - Alicia Keys

Title: Love It Or Leave It Alone / Welcome To Jamrock
Album: Unplugged
Artist: Alicia Keys
Composer(s): Alicia Augello-Cook, Joseph Williams, Derek Murphy, Charles J Davis, Lorenzo Dechalus, Kirk Khaleel

Lyric:
Out in the streets, they call it murder

Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at
Two pound, ah, weed in a van back
It in a your hand bag, your knapsack, it in a your backpack
The smell ah, give your girlfriend contact

Some boy nuh notice, dem only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And don't know the real hardcore

'Cause sandals ah, nuh Backtoo
The thugs dem will do whe dem got to
And won't think twice to shot you
Don't make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too
A bare tuff things come at you

When Trenchtown man stop laugh and lock-off traffic
Then dem wheel and pop off and dem start clap it
With the pin file dung an it ah beat drop it
Police come in a jeep and dem can't stop it

Some say them ah, playboy ah, playboy rabbit
Get dropped like a bad habit
So nuh bodah pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone

Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder

Welcome to Jamrock, poor people ah, dead at random
Political violence, can done
Pure ghost and phantom, the youth dem get blind by stardom
Now the Kings Of Kings ah call

Old man to pickney, so wave unnuh hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sick me
Dem suit no fit me, to win election dem trick we
Then dem don't do nothin' at all

C'mon let's face it, a ghetto education's basic
And Most ah de youths them waste it
And when dem waste it, that's when dem take the guns replace it
Then dem don't stand a chance at all

And that's why ah nuff little youth have up some fat matic
With the extra magazine inna dem back pocket
And have leisure night time inna some black jacket
All who nuh lock glocks, ah dem a lock rocket

They will full you up ah current like ah short circuit
Dem a run ah roadblock which part the cops block it
And from now till a mornin' nuh stop clock it
If dem run outta rounds ah bruck back ratchet

Welcome to Jamrock
(South side, north side)
Welcome to Jamrock
(East coast, west coast, huh, yo)

Welcome to Jamrock
(Conwell, Middlesex in stereo)
Hey, welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder

Jamaica, Jamaica
Jamaica, Jamaica, now
Jamaica, Jamaica
Yo, Jamaica, Jamaica
Welcome to Jamrock
Welcome to Jamrock

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Welcome To Jamrock - Lyrics - Damian "Junior Gong" Marley

Title: Welcome To Jamrock
Artist: Damian "Junior Gong" Marley
Composer(s): Ini Kamoze, Stephen Marley, Damian Robert Nes Marley

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

The Crack House - Lyrics - The Elephant in the Room - Fat Joe

Title: The Crack House
Album: The Elephant in the Room
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Jesus Bobe, Brett Bouldin, Joseph Cartagena, Dwayne Carter, Eugene Dixon, Earl Edwards, Louis Freeze, Steve Morales, Larry Muggerud, Kiethen Pittman, Bernice Williams

Lyric:
I?m sleepin' on a billion dollars
Coka
I?m eatin?
Crills
I?m eatin?
(Mania)
I?m sleepin' on a billion dollars
And I say right about now New York City, ow!

Hoe no, oh Joe he did it, he's back
In the back of that black Maybach trippin?
Now blow that motherfuckin? kush up in da sky
La la la la, la la la

Bumpin? that Kanye you can?t tell me nothin' right?
La la la la, la la la la
Hand on the shotgun and I?m ridin' shotgun
Uzis, banana clips, what what? I got some

Bullets are wholesale, food stamps, coupons
Yellow mustard Phantom car and Grey Poupon
I can make it Pac Man Jones in here too long
We up a hundred grand whenever I hear a new song

C?mon, c?mon, that?s too many ringtones
2.8 what you want me to tell ya?
Make it rain and Rihanna go an? grab an umbrella
Ella, ella, ella

Holy shit, so much coke a nigga had to shovel it
So much coke a nigga change his government
Now we can all sing along for the fuck of it
Crack crack crack crack

Hey this is the crack house, welcome to the crack house
I mean I'm talkin? more plies than a frat house
This is the problem, this is not music
I hope you find it, ?cause he about to lose it

Joey don?t do it , Joey done did it
Joey keep doin? it until you?re done with it
Bring ?em to the crack house, show ?em the crack house
Take ?em to the crack house, we in the crack house

You gotta touch your toes or I?m out
Fuck a club, I got a strip pole in my house
Six million ways to make it rain, hold up
Conflicts in my chain from Angola

Convicts in my plane when we roll up
And they hustle yay not vitamin water
Fat ?cause I?m so rich, rich ?cause I?m so hood
Uzi your whole whip, nigga I?m that hood

You flow cold but Joe flow sicka
Even rappin? I'll be like Joe?s that nigger
Joe?s got it, supreme team show
These are the niggaz you compare to Joe, hello

Hey this is the crack house, welcome to the crack house
I mean I'm talkin? more plies than a frat house
This is the problem, this is not music
I hope you find it, ?cause he about to lose it

Joey don?t do it , Joey done did it
Joey keep doin? it until you?re done with it
Bring ?em to the crack house, it?s the crack house
Walk ?em to the crack house, we in the crack house
Talk to 'em

Get ?em, Joey, just get ?em, aha
Get ?em, get on them, yes
And if they piss you off, you shit on them, yes
And if they piss you off, you shit on them, ow!

Hey Weez, just stop right there
Shit I?ll let ?em go get the whole block clear
These niggas act as they are not there
And their time?s tickin? like an auto mare

First nigga pop up an? we gave them the piece
Next nigga probably leave ?em under the sheets
C?mon Popeye you talkin? to me
Ain?t nobody else runnin? these streets cocksucka

Hey this is the crack house, welcome to the crack house
I mean I'm talkin? more plies than a frat house
This is the problem, this is not music
I hope you find it, ?cause he about to lose it

Joey don?t do it, Joey done did it
Joey keep doin? it until you?re done with it
Take ?em to the crack house, they don?t want the crack house
They don?t want the crack house, kick ?em out da crack house

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Welcome 2 Detroit City - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Welcome 2 Detroit City
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall B Mathers Iii, Steven Lee King, Christian Anthony Mathis, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah
Tricky
Let's show 'em some love
Welcome to Detroit

Where's my gangstas and all my thugs
Throw them hands up and show some love
And I welcome you to Detroit City
I said, "Welcome to Detroit City"

Every place, everywhere we go
Man we deep everywhere we roll
Ask around and they all know Tricky
That's what's good man they all say Tricky

Click, click, boom, just as soon as we hit the room
You can hear 'em holla 'Goon Squad' in this bitch
Let me hear you holla 'Goon Squad' in this bitch
Let me hear you holla 'Runyon Ave.' in this bitch
So who am I gonna call on when I ain't got them boys with me
And the situation gets a little sticky

I'ma dial 911 like a motherfuckin' punk, fuck that, bla bla
I'ma call that rude boy from Detroit, Trick Trick
Quick come pick me up, bring them guns
Come to the club, meet me out front
There's some chump up in this bitch
Poppin' some junk 'cuz he's drunk

And we may have to fuck his ass up
'Cuz uh, somethin' smells a lil' fishy
And I don't like the way his boys keep lookin' at me
So homie come get me, Chedda boys what up though I see you
Rock Bottom, yeah, I see you, all my Detroit people
Where you at man, let me see them hands in the sky
Detroit motherfuckers 'till we die

Where's my gangstas and all my thugs
Throw them hands up and show some love
And I welcome you to Detroit City
I said, "Welcome to Detroit City"

Every place, everywhere we go
Man we deep everywhere we roll
Ask around and they all know Tricky
That's what's good man they all say Tricky

Homie, it's been a long time comin' and I'm straight with that
Marshall done called me to 54 and laced the track
This the beat, you hear it bangin', he produced it himself
My bad, almost forgot to introduce myself
My name is Trick Trick, head of the Goon Squad
And gangsta been bangin' the underground since '95, we're bangin'
Elected to be the villain and certified a menace
Holdin' it down since I paroled up outta prison

You heard about me, you just didn't know it was me
All the treacherous, evil deeds of the D you never see
Pickin' that kid up in the game, I just wasn't chasin' the fame
I been chasin' the paper product and givin' lames the pain
Accusations of violence you know you done heard of that
A quarter of a million dollars for beatin' a murder rap
And my boy holdin' me up, Shady done put it out
Trick Trick and Eminem, Detroit back in the house

Where's my gangstas and all my thugs
Throw them hands up and show some love
And I welcome you to Detroit City
I said, "Welcome to Detroit City"

Every place, everywhere we go
Man we deep everywhere we roll
Ask around and they all know Tricky
That's what's good man they all say Tricky

Ayo Em, you ever need one of these weapons, come get it
From now on every beef that you get in, homie, I'm in it
I been ridin' for this city, whether wrong or right
I been whippin' on motherfuckers for the longest time
So it's evident, it's time for Trick to get it fast
The public, see they appreciate my criminal past
Authorities tried to stop me but they couldn't keep up
Got a fan-base that's bigger then an average star

I'm satisfied with it bein' my time to shine
And I freak from the precinct for violent crimes
I ain't sayin' the shit that I'm sayin' so girls can fear me
Only speakin' on what I know so the world can hear me
So peace to Jimmy and Dre for signin' my nigga
He reached back to Detroit and grabbed a winner
So the gangstas and thugs, we embrace with love
And beat the hell outta anybody that fuck with us

Where's my gangstas and all my thugs
Throw them hands up and show some love
And I welcome you to Detroit City
I said, "Welcome to Detroit City"

Every place, everywhere we go
Man we deep everywhere we roll
Ask around and they all know Tricky
That's what's good man they all say Tricky

Yeah, Trick Trick
Eminem, Wonder Boy, Shady
It's goin' down, baby
Ayo Em, I got you back my nigga
Damn right, I said my nigga
That's my nigga
Tricky

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Creep Show - Lyrics - Monster - Killer Mike

Title: Creep Show
Album: Monster
Artist: Killer Mike
Composer(s): Rufus B Johnson, Archie Hall, Michael Santigo Render, Richard Hall

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Lyric:
Welcome to the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Anything goes strippers and live shows
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Ecstasy, hydro, and good blow
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Hoes strip, where pimps and hoes do strolls
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Where hustlas collect rocks and straight rolls

Welcome home motherfuckers you're back again
Into the den of inequity the life of sin
Where after the after party and the hotel lobbies
Probably find me drunk off Bacardi
In a swank hotel an aspiring actress
Trying to push her back through a thousand dollar mattress
In Chicago a couple of bottles, couple of models, stolen Diablos
Fast and furious going full throttle

Post club function, pills get swallowed
Ladies get loose and so do bra straps
Power, money and sex drive good raps
Freaks emerge in a twilight with party pack
Of hydros alcohol blurred eye sight
From dusk till dawn is when vampires roam
Pro athletes trick and don't go home

It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Anything goes strippers and live shows
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Ecstasy, hydro, and good blow
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Hoes strip, where pimps and hoes do strolls
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Where hustlas collect rocks and straight rolls

Riding with my nigga big boy you don't sleep
Even partied with Diddy up in NYC
Got drunk, rubbed titties of Dominican freaks
Every night bachelor party in the boom boom room
On trees get burned or liquor consumed
You ain't really seen a color, till you seen it on shrooms
Lipstick on the pale of my Pelle lapel
Spot hotter than fish scales cooked in coked ale

Vampire party and we gets it down
In the undergrounds, underground
Underground in club comer's basement
Ladies and low life's do get wasted
So high you can't hear the music
But you feel it when the bass hits
The atmosphere like the first year
Freak bass hit every body's heart goes fast
Rolling Mitsubishi's shakin' that ass

Welcome to the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Anything goes strippers and live shows
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Ecstasy, hydro, and good blow
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Hoes strip, where pimps and hoes do strolls
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Where hustlas collect rocks and straight rolls

Got twenties on the Escort, bitch park my shit
It's Bizzare from D12 in this bitch
And which nigga want to fight
I'm the club with Surge Knight, Ike, and Killer Mike
Fat dick for all my enemies
Caught a disease fucking Roy and Jazzie T
My girlfriend's a fucking fool when she turned her back
I'm making out with her mother like I'm in high school

And I don't sale crack to my African brothers
I sell it to they mothers and they ex-lovers
So go ahead bitch pop the X
So I can work your neck in the back of my Vett
Red bones, I hate 'em no question
I like fat bitches with bladder infections
Bizzare get down from strokers to Magic City
It's the creep show, show your nasty titties

Welcome to the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Anything goes strippers and live shows
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Ecstasy, hydro, and good blow
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Hoes strip, where pimps and hoes do strolls
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Where hustlas collect rocks and straight rolls

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Love It Or Leave It Alone - Lyrics - Alicia Keys

Title: Love It Or Leave It Alone
Artist: Alicia Keys
Composer(s): Alicia Augello-Cook, Joseph Williams, Derek Murphy, Charles J Davis, Lorenzo Dechalus, Kirk Khaleel

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Monday, August 16, 2010

This Goes Out - Lyrics - Murphy Lee

Title: This Goes Out
Artist: Murphy Lee
Composer(s): Jon Smith, Murphy Lee, Tohri Murphy Lee Harper, David Brown Williams, Jason Epperson, Pierre Jones, Dwayne Carter

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Lyric:
This goes out to my Midwest crew
Now hold ya M-Dub in the air if ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night
Candy paint on D's and fo's

Yo, ayyo I eat, sleep, shit, rap
Hip hop, kidnap
Snoop Dogg 'Lac
Wit the diamond in the back

I rep it like a mayor mayn
Summin' like a playa mayn
St. Louis cookin'
And I'm Murphy Lee the killer mayn

As-salaama lakem, lakem salaam
Praise the Lord or say peace to God
I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr. Do-What-You-Do-Fool
Claim where you from or we will claim where you move to

Home is where you make it, eat a meal and get naked
You can, walk in yo drawers and nobody could say shit
I got STL tatted on my right arm, some of 'em saw 'em
I ain't dyin' but yo I'm definitely gon' fight for 'em

And keep it tight for 'em, and keep it hype for 'em
And buy at the bar whatever gon' keep the night goin'
Do what you do and you do it, just do it big
And if you live to get it then you gon' get it how you live 'cuz

This goes out to my West Coast crew
Throw ya dub up in the air if ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night
Hit the switch on yo six fo's

Naps, rock, skit West Coast style
T-shirt, khakalack, swerve in the Cadillac
Young Roscoe, the black Burt Bacharach
Serve the sacks, flippin' skirts like acrobats

Now dip wit ya nigga, I take you on a ride
Through that place known worldwide as the Westside
Chronic, Daytons, switches, dubs
Cap turned to the back wit skirts at the Caddy shack

Los Angeles where they sag to the mud
Drop the back let it drag, du rags, full of thugs
Ya hard to the back, car full of "blat"
Why A's decay, we ain't hard to get at

I rock a 5 double O wit the bubble nose
Stop, drop the top I holla at a couple hoes
Fo sho they wanna roll wit the Philly fanatic
Runnin' the radio in Cali 'cuz I stay in the traffic

This goes out to my East Coast crew
Throw ya E's up in the air if ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night
Rock ya hoodies and Timbo's

Yo, yo, step in the party like
Sippin' on Bacardi like
I hooked up wit the 'Tics they like
It's gettin' frisky for me
Girls, they strippin' for me
Lil' Jon you wit us homey?

I gettin' brainin', pimpin' I can't complainin'
It's crazy I can't explain' it, it's the Derrty Entertainment
Man, I like to stop and go, she like to mop and glow
Lovin' this track 'cuz we gonna rock and roll

I huff and puff until my indo's gone
So I, get to stompin' wit my Timbo's on
We might be floppin' homey, we all critic
Welcome to Harlem World A.K. New York City

We forever runnin' round, here forever creepin'
Up all night 'cuz homey we ain't never sleepin'
But I came to do this wit my derrty Murphy
Y'all niggas betta obey, 'cuz you can get it

This goes out to my Dirty South crew
Throw ya S up in the air if ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night
If ya tempted to throw them bows

Get yo hands up bitch
Show yo goddamn clit
Get yo hands up bitch
Show yo goddamn clit

We gon' drink a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to this bitch
We gon' drink a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to this bitch

We represent that Dirty
We ain't expectin' no shit
We represent that Dirty
We ain't expectin' no shit

We wild out in the club
Same shit we don't give a fuck
We wild out in the club
Same shit we don't give a fuck

Lil' Weezy, fuckin' Baby, 5'4 fo'
4-5 make a nigga go
I'm a fly young nigga, ho South cold's great
Stay low when get cake

Yeah, me no play we can take it outside
Never met a nigga take myself pride
It's Wizzy Wizzle, Southside guy
Outside fly, gutta gutta in the South, wild 5

I represent that money
I ain't scared to throw my shit up
Soon as I throw it high up, holla back, Squire
I'm screwed up I drive slow not fast
Birdman Jr. I got stones not cash, bitch

I'm from the swamp I smoke dro not grass
P.O.C. rolled on my hands, got a 90 degree fo' in my pants
Give you this respect
I'm still mackin', you can smell the Pimp Juice on my breath

Get yo hands up bitch
Show yo goddamn clit
Get yo hands up bitch
Show yo goddamn clit

We gon' drink a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to this bitch
We gon' drink a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to this bitch

We represent that Dirty
We ain't expectin' no shit
We represent that Dirty
We ain't expectin' no shit

We wild out in the club
Same shit we don't give a fuck
We wild out in the club
Same shit we don't give a fuck

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Welcome To New York City - Lyrics - Come Home With Me - Cam'Ron

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

We Be Clubbin' (Clark World Remix) - Lyrics - Ice Cube

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We Be Clubbin - Lyrics - Greatest Hits - Ice Cube

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Welcome To Atlanta - Lyrics - Ludacris

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Welcome To Atlanta - Lyrics - Instructions - Jermaine Dupri

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Welcome To Jamrock - Lyrics - Welcome to Jamrock - Damian Marley

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Welcome To Atlanta (Remix) - Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

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Welcome To Jamrock - Lyrics - Alicia Keys

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Love It Or Leave It Alone / Welcome To Jamrock - Lyrics - Unplugged - Alicia Keys

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Welcome To Jamrock - Lyrics - Damian "Junior Gong" Marley

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The Crack House - Lyrics - The Elephant in the Room - Fat Joe

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Welcome 2 Detroit City - Lyrics - Eminem

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Creep Show - Lyrics - Monster - Killer Mike

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Love It Or Leave It Alone - Lyrics - Alicia Keys

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This Goes Out - Lyrics - Murphy Lee

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