Anatomy One On On - Lyrics - Moodring - Mya

Title: Anatomy One On On
Album: Moodring
Artist: Mya
Composer(s): Bobby Ross Jr Avila, Issiah Avila, Izzy Avila, James Mes Harris, James Samuel Iii Harris, Mya Harrison, Mya Marie Harrison, Terry Lewis, Bobby Ross

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Lyric:
Undressin' you with your clothes on
Standin' up while we're layin' down
You found a position that turns me on
Temperature's hotter than fire

And the heat has got me burnin' up
So let's stop, drop and roll together

When we make, when we make, when we make, when we make
When we make love, we use our imagination
And it always feels like the very first time
When you got your love in between mine and I'm lovin' it

This is what it feels, this is what it feels like
This is what it tastes, this is what it tastes like
(It taste like)
This is what it looks, this is what it looks like
(Oh, oh)

This is what it sounds, this is what it sounds like
(Every time we're makin' love)
This is what it feels, this is what it feels like
This is what it tastes, this is what it tastes like
(Every time, every time, anytime)

This is what it looks
(This is what it sounds like)
This is what it looks like, this is what it sounds
(Oh)
This is what it sounds like, every time we're making love

Our bodies work like a playground
Slippin' slidin' goin' round and round
And I like this ride, I don't wanna get off
Oh, now, now and when you kiss my lips

And when, when ya kiss me lips
You got me tremblin', I'm ready for the perfect hit

When we make, when we make
(When we make)
When we make, when we make
When we make love

Oh, stay creative with it, baby, all night long
Makin' sure feels like the very first time
When you got your love in between mine

This is what it feels, this is what it feels like
(Can you picture that?)
This is what it tastes, this is what it tastes like
(I want you to know what it feels)

This is what it looks, this is what it looks like
(Can you taste it?)
This is what it sounds, this is what it sounds like
(Can you hear it?)

This is what it feels, this is what it feels like
(Can you feel? Oh, baby)
This is what it tastes, this is what it tastes like
(This is what it tastes like)

This is what it looks, this is what it looks like
(This what it sounds like)
This is what it sounds, this is what it sounds like
(Oh)
Every time we're making love

Feels soft, wet and creamy, tastes sweeter than honey
Exotic sounds, 'cause we're in paradise
Usin' everything from the top of my hand
(Oh)
Down to my toes, give you my all

My body, heart and soul
(My body, heart and soul)
I'll shower you with my river of love
(Yeah, yeah)
It's comin' down, I'm about to explode
(Oh)

This is what it feels, this is what it feels like
This is what it tastes
(Yeah, yeah)
This is what it tastes like
(Yeah, yeah)

This is what it looks
(Yeah, yeah)
This is what it looks like
(Whoa)
This is what it sounds, this is what it sounds like
(Baby, baby, babe)

When you lay me down, one liftin' me
Can you hear the sound of my body's peak?
I wanna go half, let's make a child
This is what it feels like every time we make love

This is what it feels like
(This is what it sounds like)
This is what it tastes
This is what it tastes like
(Yeah)

This is what it looks, this is what it looks like
This is what it sounds
This is what it sounds like
(Oh)
This is what it feels like, this is what it sounds like

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Anatomy 1on1 - Lyrics - Moodring - Mya

Title: Anatomy 1on1
Album: Moodring
Artist: Mya
Composer(s): Mya Harrison, Mya Marie Harrison, Terry Lewis, Izzy Avila, Bobby Ross Jr. Avila, Bobby Ross, Bobby Ross Jr Avila, Issiah Avila, James Samuel Iii Harris, James Mes Harris

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Lyric:
Undressin' you with your clothes on
Standin' up while we're layin' down
You found a position that turns me on

Temperature's hotter than fire
And the heat has got me burnin' up
So let's stop, drop and roll together

When we make, when we make
When we make, when we make
When we make love

We use our imagination
And it always feels like the very first time
When you got your love in between mine
And I'm lovin' it

This is what it feels, this is what it feels like
This is what it tastes, this is what it tastes like
This is what it looks, this is what it looks like
This is what it sounds, this is what it sounds like

This is what it feels, this is what it feels like
This is what it tastes, this is what it tastes like
This is what it looks, this is what it looks like
This is what it sounds, this is what it sounds like

Our bodies work like a playground
Slippin', slidin', goin' round and round
And I like this ride, I don't wanna get off
Oh, no, no

And when you kiss my lips
And then we kiss my lips
You got me tremblin'
I'm ready for the perfect hit

When we make, when we make
When we make, when we make
When we make love

Oh stay
Creative with it, baby, all night long
Makin' sure it feels like the very first time
When you got your love in between mine

This is what it feels, this is what it feels like
This is what it tastes, this is what it tastes like
This is what it looks, this is what it looks like
This is what it sounds, this is what it sounds like

This is what it feels, this is what it feels like
This is what it tastes, this is what it tastes like
This is what it looks, this is what it looks like
This is what it sounds, this is what it sounds like

Feels soft, wet and creamy
Tastes sweeter than honey
Exotic sounds 'cause we're in paradise
Usin' everything from the top of my hair

Down to my toes, give you my all
My body, heart and soul
I'll shower you with my river of love
It's comin' down, I'm about to explode

This is what it feels, this is what it feels like
This is what it tastes, this is what it tastes like
This is what it looks, this is what it looks like
This is what it sounds, this is what it sounds like

When you lay me down, when liftin' me
Can you hear the sound of my body's peak
I wanna go have, let's make a child
This is what it feels like, every time we make love

This is what it sounds like
This is what it taste, this is what it tastes like
This is what it looks, this is what it looks like
This is what it sounds, this is what it sounds like
This is what it feels like, this is what it sounds like

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What Child Is This - Lyrics - Kelly Price

Title: What Child Is This
Artist: Kelly Price
Composer(s): William Chatterson Dix

Lyric:
{Sometimes I just wonder how it must have been actually
Have lived in ancient times, I mean imagine what it would of been like
To actually walk the streets of Bethlehem and hear that a Child
Had been born who's King of kings and Savior of the world}

{Now I can imagine saying, what Child is this?
What Child is this? Who would leave a legacy
So strong that even today we still
Celebrate His life? What Child is this?}

What Child is this?
Who laid to rest on Mary's lap is sleeping
Whom angels greet with anthem sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary

Sometimes I just think about it, um
I just sit and think about the Baby Boy born in a manger
Sometimes I just want to shout it
Shout joy to the world, sometimes

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh
Come peasant, king to own Him
The King of kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him

Raise, raise the song on high
The Virgin sings Her lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born
The Babe, the Son of Mary

Sometimes I just think about it, oh, I sit and think about
The Baby Boy born in a manger and wrapped in swaddling clothing
Sometimes I just want to shout it
Over the hills and every where, sometimes

This, this is Christ, the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary

Sometimes I just think about it
Oh sometimes I wonder, what Child is this?
Sometimes I just want to shout it
I want to go and tell it on the mountain, sometimes

Every now and then, sometimes I just think about
I think about the Christ Child, what Child is this?
And then again sometimes, sometimes I just want to shout it
I just want to tell the world, sometimes

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What Child Is This - Lyrics - Johnny Mathis

Title: What Child Is This
Artist: Johnny Mathis
Composer(s): William Chatterson Dix

Lyric:
What child is this who laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While the good shepherds watch are keeping

So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh
Come peasant, king to own Him
The King of Kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The babe, the son of Mary

Oh raise, oh raise this song on high
His mother sings her lullaby
Oh joy, oh joy for Christ is born
The babe and the son of Mary

What child is this?
What child is this?
(What child is this?)

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The babe and the son of Mary, of Mary, of Mary

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What Child Is This - Lyrics - Noel - Josh Groban

Title: What Child Is This
Album: Noel
Artist: Josh Groban
Composer(s): William C Dix, David Foster, Erin Taylor Foster

Lyric:
What child is this who laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?

So bring him incense, gold and myrrh
Come, peasant, king to own him
The King of kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone him

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him laud
The babe, the son of Mary

Oh, raise, raise a song on high
His Mother sings her lullaby
Joy, oh, joy for Christ is born
The Babe, the Son of Mary

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him laud
The babe, the son of Mary

What child is this who laid to rest
On Mary's lap, on Mary's lap he is sleeping?

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him laud
The babe, the son of Mary

Babe, the son of Mary
The son of Mary

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This Is What We Do - Lyrics - Enter The Dru - Dru Hill

Title: This Is What We Do
Album: Enter The Dru
Artist: Dru Hill
Composer(s): James Carter, James E Green, Tamir Ruffin, Mark Andrews, Luiz Bonfa, Antonio Maria, Larry Anthony

Lyric:
Yeah baby, hey yeah yeah
And you know said, you know
Said you know, said you know
Babe yeah

So you say your ish is it
And you say your ish is hot
You want me to touch your spot
'Cuz that's how we do it

Now I watch your earrings jingle
And I watch you work your middle
'Cuz your handle bars ain't little
Makes me wanna
(Y'all ain't ready)

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

Said East Side, where you at, yo what the deely
And to my ladies over West, can you feel me
Tell me what the deal with the south
And tell me Master P got it all figured out

But if you say you with me, show you with me
You're so pretty, you stay shitty
Ain't no shorty over 40 chillin' in the VIP with me
Damn right, game tight, 'cuz that's how we do it tonight

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

Who got the best body on the planet
I take advantage, then skate like the kissin' bandit
Leave of hearts
Got these shorties out after dark
Were lady killers

Now blow back apart, raw dealers, the cat Dru Hill or
Strange love, seven thirty, I'm like Herbie with a Love Bug
Then skip town like a Casanova brown Mrs.
You look delicious like a two piece with a biscuit
What's goin' down?

In my mind I'm rippin' your clothes
Playing with your peep girl suckin' your toes
Go round with the Ghetto Sarano, mello
Romeo, who like his women on the same level

Pay my bills that were due, all accounts settled
Now I'm relaxing like Pa, now with Ma Kettle
Baby laughing, earrings in both nipples
Like Janet Jackson, busting out her latest fashion or the smashin'

Honey come on over here, I [unverified] be cold
Throw them panties over there, you won't need those
You talk like sex, you walk like sex
Ya smell like sex, ya yell like sex

And all ya want is Mr. Map, hell of a man
That can sell an Eskimo a fan
I come equipped for any spot that you want hit
Or want licked, when my [unverified] hit the [unverified], ahh, shit

I start to think back on how I go hump
In seven minutes to heaven at the age of eleven
Couldn't tell me nuthin' then, can't tell me nuthin' now
Honey child, milkin' the cow, lovin' my style

This is what we do kid, me and them Dru kids
Take 'em blind, crimp 'em and crazy, even toothless
Lastly, if you know me don't ask me
Call me Method, Mr. Mack if ya nasty

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

If I move it on the left, will it be hot to death
If I move it on the right, will you make it last all night
(Woody)
If I move it up and down, will you make a freaky sound come on
If I move it in and out, will it make you scream and shout

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah
...

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What Child Is This - Lyrics - Re-Joyce: The Christmas Album - Jessica Simpson

Title: What Child Is This
Album: Re-Joyce: The Christmas Album
Artist: Jessica Simpson
Composer(s): Jessica (Arr.) Simpson, Traditional Billy (Arr.) Mann, Pete Wallace

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Lyric:
What Child is this, who laid to rest
On Mary's lap, is sleeping?
Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him, Lord
The Babe, the Son of Mary

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh
Come peasant, King, to own Him
The King of Kings, salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him, Lord
The Babe, the Son of Mary

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him, Lord
The Babe, the Son of Mary

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him, Lord
The Babe, the Son of Mary

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What Child Is This - Lyrics - This Christmas Time - Lonestar

Title: What Child Is This
Album: This Christmas Time
Artist: Lonestar
Composer(s): William Chatterson Dix

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Lyric:
What Child is this, who lays to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him praise
The Babe, the Son of Mary

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh
Come, peasant king, to own Him
The King of Kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him praise
The Babe, the Son of Mary

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, oh haste to bring Him praise
The Babe, the Son of Mary
The Babe, the Son of Mary

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It'S A Man'S World - Lyrics - AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted - Ice Cube

Title: It'S A Man'S World
Album: AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): James Brown, O'Shea Jackson, Anthony Wheaton

Lyric:
Women, they're good for nothing, no, maybe one thing
To serve, needs to my ding-a-ling
I'm a man who loves the one night stand
'Cause after I do ya, I never knew ya

'Cause to kick it, man, it gives me the fits
They wanna lay with they nose under your armpits
Ice Cube won't wait so give it up, cow
After we do it, you can go home, now
I'm a brother with a big long

First of all, let me tell you my name, it's Yo-Yo
When down on a girl first, the fist and that's a no-no
Yo-Yo thinks the kitchen sink should be thrown in
Niggas be scheming and fiending to stick the bone in

No, Yo-Yo's not a hoe or a whore
And if that's what you're here for
Exit through the door, there's more
To see of me but you're blind so
Women like me are fading brothers in the 9-0

Ay, what up buttercupper Miss Yo-Yo?
I know you like to rap and like to flow so
But when it comes to hip-hop, this is a man's world
Stay down and play the playground, you little girl

What you're saying? I don't consider it as rapping
'Cause you're on rewind and I'm the new what's happening
It never fails, I'll always get respect
And you lose so take a rain check

Hell no, 'cause you know that I'm first and you're second
If it wasn't for me, you probably be pregnant
And barefoot complaining that your back is aching
Shaking and faking, while I'm bringing home the bacon

Well, you're mistaken, it's not going that far
I make brothers like you, play the back yard
You used to flow with the title but I took it
Bring home the bacon but find another hoe to cook it

Damn it, look it, 'cause you're talking a lot of bull
Well, I'm not your puppet so don't even try to pull
This is a man's world, thank you very much
But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch

This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

Miss Yo-Yo so what gives?
I hear females always talkin' about women's lib
Well, get your own crib and stay there
Instead of having more babies for the welfare

'Cause if you don't, I'll label you a Gold Digger
The name is Ice Cube, you know that I ain't the nigga
For you to look at when your hair get nappy
So take a piece of the pole and be happy

Hell no, because to me you're not a thriller
You come in the room with your three inch killer
Thinking you can do damage to my backbone
Leave your child in the yard until it's full grown

I'ma put it like this, my man
Without us your hand would be your best friend
So give us credit like you know you should
If I don't look good, you don't look good

I doubt it, baby, 'cause we're still most dominant
But you don't know how funky that I can get
This is a man's world, thank you very much
But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch

This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

Man, women, I put a lot of fear in 'em
'Cause I had it up to here with 'em, drink a beer with 'em
No way, 'cause I can only deal with 'em about an hour every day
Yeah, if you know what I mean, baby

Well, I guess, now that I think about it, I think maybe
If you was more of a man instead of faking it
Women deserve the credit when they're making it
Yeah so what's the problem?

Well, I think we solved it
I know, they know the best male from who's doggin' it
Yeah, I admit you can flow, well, that's true
But you see, I'm a pro with the banks too

Yeah, I can see you got it good, oh, that I know
But you see you're not better than Yo-Yo
The brand new intelligent black lady
You're kinda dope but you still can't fade me

So what up then? Girl, what you tryin' to do?
To prove a black woman like me can bring the funk through
This is a man's world, thank you very much
But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch or a big butt

This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

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What Child Is This - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: What Child Is This
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): Traditional John (Arr) Denver, O'Conner (Arr

Lyric:
What Child is this, who laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ, The King
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary

Why lies He in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians, fear for sinners here
The silent word is pleading

This, this is Christ, The King
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary

So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh
Come, peasant, king, to own Him
The king of kings, salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him

This, this is Christ, The King
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary
The Babe, the Son of Mary

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What Child Is This - Lyrics - Vince Gill

Title: What Child Is This
Artist: Vince Gill
Composer(s): Marty (Arr) Paich, Traditiona

Lyric:
What Child is this that lay to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom Angels greet with anthem sweet
And Shepard's watch are keeping

This, this is Christ the King
Whom Shepard's guard and Angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him love
The Babe, the Son of Mary

So bring Him incense, gold and mirth
Come peasants king to honor Him
The King of kings salvation brings
And loving arms enthrone Him

This, this is Christ the King
Whom Shepard's guard and Angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him love
The Babe, the Son of Mary

This, this is Christ the King
Whom Shepard's guard and Angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him love
The Babe, the Son of Mary

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What Child Is This - Lyrics - White Christmas - Martina Mcbride

Title: What Child Is This
Album: White Christmas
Artist: Martina Mcbride
Composer(s): William Chatterson Dix

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Lyric:
What child is this, who lay to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping
Whom angels greet with anthomsweet
While shepherds watch our keeping?

This, this is Christ, the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him grace
The Babe, the Son of Mary

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh
Come peasant King to own Him
The King of Kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him

This, this is Christ, the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him grace
The Babe, the Son of Mary

This, this is Christ, the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him grace
The Babe, the Son of Mary
The Babe, the Son of Mary

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Contagious - Lyrics - A Static Lullaby

Title: Contagious
Artist: A Static Lullaby
Composer(s): Dan Arnold, Joe Brown, Brett Dinovo, Nathan Lindeman, Phil Pirrone

Lyric:
So child, we have to see this through
The choking has you foaming at the mouth
Our bodies convulsing on the floor
Like a fish out of water, the price of wanting more

Epilepsy seems, seems safe enough for me
It?s alright, girl, it?s alright

Contagious, contagious as this seems
And girl, you?re catching on to me
Shut down, shut down, break away
And this is slightly what it?s meant to be
The perfect line, the perfect time when our bodies align

A pale smile struggles behind tears
While passion meets you striking at your face
Instantly we bottle our feelings
So tell me why are you crying? The price for wanting more

But then again it seems you?re safe enough for me
It?s alright, girl, it?s alright

Contagious, contagious as this seems
And girl, you?re catching on to me
Shut down, shut down, break away
And this is slightly what it?s meant to be
The perfect line, the perfect time when our bodies align

What defines this man, what defines this man?
Finding space in lovers' hands

Is this what it seems to be?
Who said this lasts forever?
Is this what it seems to be?
Who said this lasts forever?

Is this what it seems to be?
Who said this lasts forever?
Is this what it seems to be?
Who said this lasts forever?

Is this what it seems to be?
Who said this lasts forever?
Who said this lasts forever?
Who said this lasts forever?

Contagious, contagious as this seems
And girl, you?re catching on to me
Shut down, shut down, break away
And this is slightly what it?s meant to be
The perfect line, the perfect time when our bodies align

Contagious, contagious
Contagious, contagious
Contagious when our bodies align
Contagious

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Now You Know - Lyrics - Full Devil Jacket

Title: Now You Know
Artist: Full Devil Jacket
Composer(s): Richard Joshua Brown, James Michael Reaves

Lyric:
This is my answer to everything
This is my answer to everything
None are made before their time

And now you know this could never be justified
Now you know I could never be satisfied
Now you know you can't love me if I can hide
Now you know that this little child is terrified

This is my place to hide from everything
This is my place to hide from everything
None are made before their time

And now you know this could never be justified
Now you know I could never be satisfied
Now you know you can't love me if I can hide
Now you know that this little child is terrified

It's glorified
It's sanctified, in you, for you
It's purified, I walk inside
The truth, the truth

Now you know this could never be justified
Now you know I could never be satisfied
Now you know you can't love me if I can hide
Now you know that this little child is terrified

Now you know
(What I am, what I know, what I say)
Now you know
(What I am, what I know, what I say)
Now you know
(What I am, what I know, what I say)
Now you know
(What I am, what I know)

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What Child Is This? - Lyrics - A Joyful Noise - Jo Dee Messina

Title: What Child Is This?
Album: A Joyful Noise
Artist: Jo Dee Messina
Composer(s): Brent Maher, Jo Dee (Arr) Messina, Bergen White

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Lyric:
What child is this who lay to rest
On Mary's lap, is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ, the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste, to bring Him Lord
The Babe, the Son of Mary

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh
Come peasant king to own Him
The King of kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him

This, this is Christ, the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste, to bring Him Lord
The Babe, the Son of Mary
The Babe, the Son of Mary

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Anticipation - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: Anticipation
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Lawrence Elliot, Jamal Grinnage, Eric Murray, Chris Martin

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Lyric:
This is what you waited all year for the hardcore
Firing squad, firing hard
This is what you waited all year for the hardcore
Firing squad, firing hard

This is what you waited all year for the hardcore
Firing squad, firing hard
This is what you waited all year for the hardcore
Firing squad, firing hard

I'm top of the line, realistic, get rocky never smooth
Ring, ding, ring ding M.O.P. comin' through
Guns and Roses, hit 'em, hit 'em up kid for real
Say what, say what, say what, I'm packin' blue steel

Drama lord, Ice master, quick to blast ya
Thoroughbreds wit hearts cold as Alaska
F A G's get bust down to they knees
M.O.P. to the death kid, yeah, cock and squeeze

I'm here to make moves, I never fake moves, I like to break crews
In half, put 'em on they ass if they never pay dues
It's time to get rid of you fly talk
Fuckin' with Fame, you be the next stain on the sidewalk

I make 'em simmer down, whenever I roll into town
And speak for my love thug niggas in the crowd
I'm dedicated, never been over challenged
My over violent, lyrics'll knock you over balance

I whet emcees like Vietnamese but yet they freeze
Like coke when they provoke me to squeeze
Lil Fame represent the turf would suck so hard
They put scars on the face of the earth

Out to hit ya, split ya, hell when I get ya
Fuck the frame, I blow your ass out the picture
So keep your eyes focused on this over dosage
I'm just comin' through to a hip hop spot near you

This is what you waited all year for the hardcore
Firing squad, firing hard
This is what you waited all year for the hardcore
Firing squad, firing hard

This is what you waited all year for the hardcore
Firing squad, firing hard
This is what you waited all year for the hardcore
Firing squad, firing hard

Yo it's the world's famous
Niggas born to kill from the ill side of town
So you best get your steel, it's ill
The street life is real son

You shouldn't have to go get it
Sleep wit it, fool, stick to ya gunz, now
Lifestyles of a ghetto child
Representin' for ill crews and

Kid I ain't got nothing to lose
I been there to my peoples up in them shavs
Up in them Javs bring it back
Clack, clack, salute, raise Hell

I believe you don't, don't, yep, yep
But you can't fuck around, fuck around
It take a lot to have actual natural sound
Bam, bam, motherfucker we didn't leave

We just laid back in the cut
Stuck some shit up our sleeve
Please, we don't roll deep, we squeeze
Predict them [Incomprehensible] niggas around to sink a fucking ship

What I feel is what I do and G
I see, I might hafta straighten your ass out to
I wish, I would let a nigga take mine
Where my niggas is niggas that live on the front line

Hardcore raw, Brownsville B Boy quick on the draw
Like the late great Prince Le Roy when my nigga was on the scene
More ammunition passed through his ass than the average marine
From the ill parks, fool, where the steel start to ruckus
Deal a whole steel for you motherfuckers

This is what you waited all year for the hardcore
Firing squad, firing hard
This is what you waited all year for the hardcore
Firing squad, firing hard

This is what you waited all year for the hardcore
Firing squad, firing hard
This is what you waited all year for the hardcore
Firing squad, firing hard

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Nas Is Coming - Lyrics - It Was Written - Nas

Title: Nas Is Coming
Album: It Was Written
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Motherfuckin' Dre, ahh
Whassup my nigga? Sup NaSs?
Chillin' God
Niggaz is up in here hittin' some of this chronic, nigga

Yeah and this chocolate over here
They mixed this shit up
Nigga, hit some of this shit, nigga
Yeah, get that

I'm tired of these niggaz, niggaz stealin' beats
And niggaz is stealin', your whole techniques and shit
Niggaz wanna take everything from a nigga man

Yeah, yeah, no NaS, it's like this man
(Nas is coming)
Niggaz can't do it like I do it, d'yaknahmsayin'?
Just like niggaz can't do what you do
(Nas is coming)

Right, right
You know, can't nobody fuck with this
(Nas is coming)
You know all these niggaz out here just
(Nas is coming)

Talkin' this East coast, West coast bullshit
Niggaz need to kill that shit
(Nas is coming)
And make some money, y'know?
Word
(Nas is coming)

Fuck it
What is it, what is it God?
(Nas is coming)
Let's get together, make some fuckin' music
Right, that's what I'm sayin', that's what I'm sayin'
And get paid and just let that be it
(Nas is coming)

All these niggaz talkin' all this bullshit
(Nas is coming)
Let's sit back and watch what happens
(Nas is coming)

The Golden Child chop that ass up, you was holdin' out
Let the streets be the court and corners hold the trial
Fatal not fictitious
I rock the cable eighty-six shit, foreign cars young with crazy bitches

Man smoke makes me able to quote
Solicitin', ill editions of that Murder I wrote
A provocative plan, can bring a knot to my hand
As the pyramids that stand on the top of the sand

And in the heat of the moment, like Farrakhan said, we need atonement
Bulletproof glass, S classes, chrome kitted up
Calicones lit it up
I didn't get touched checking my nuts, I stood up and lit a Dutch

Clutchin' gats quick to bust
But knowin' how these niggaz tattle
I sneak move get the drop, one shot, without the gun battle
So when you run the lead travel
I come through it's taboo
Ninety-six ways made to clap you

Nas is coming, Nas is coming
Nas is coming
(Nasty Nas is coming)
Nas is coming

Nas is coming, Nas is coming
Nas is coming
(Nasty Nas is coming)
Nas is coming

In the black limo, Jack Daniels through the cracked window
I spot the fake, red dot his face, like a Hindu
Snatched the symbol, tied his hands too
Make examples, substantial amounts you owe, to the fam

Crew, Firm affliation, paper chasin'
Chips glossy, rich Pablo Escabano
Sophisticado, Blazin' hollows like Saddles
Rap apostle, nacho cheese, I'm Castro

Compared to these niggaz who swear to be the real
But impostors to Hoffa, Nas plague kills
Countin' bills to send to all my jail niggaz who fell
From New York to L.A., Q.B. to C.P.T. for G.P.

A hundred G cars, Garcia Vegas cigars
Kani shit, mad jiggy
The clout, murder material serial scratched out
My name's passed out like it's somethin' venereal
But back in stereo

Nas is coming, Nas is coming
Nas is coming
(Nasty Nas is coming)
Nas is coming

Nas is coming, Nas is coming
Nas is coming
(Nasty Nas is coming)
Nas is coming

From childbirth to hearses, flow like the Nile cover surface
I bit the fruit from the Serpent
Apocalyptic, get bent, stay splifted
Control the rap game, you got it twisted

Dr. Dre way the 'Bridge say, shake dice and kiss it
Sip Crist', push the six with the biscuit
Jeep full of chickens, pull up beside, have a listen y'all, Nas y'all
Fly gangsta, wavy hair, teeth chipped in

My shit bump, in the courtroom drunk, links truck
Rocky bracelet,Cognac kernel never chase it
Rap hero, black DeNiro
Federal Bureau, tapped my line and got zero

Rap pro, diamond roll, hustlin' low
Profile, white gold style, rakin' bloody dough by the pile
Shot down, still alive he strugglin' for the phone
Fo' fo' blow him, when homicide comes, these three words are sung

Nas is coming, Nas is coming
Nas is coming
(Nasty Nas is coming)
Nas is coming

Nas is coming, Nas is coming
Nas is coming
(Nasty Nas is coming)
Nas is coming

Nas is coming, Nas is coming
Nas is coming
(Nasty Nas is coming)
Nas is coming

Nas is coming, Nas is coming
Nas is coming
(Nasty Nas is coming)
Nas is coming

Check this out
It's Nasty Nas and Dr. Dre
East meets West
That's how we makin' it happen

That's how it goes down for the nine-six
Aiyyo, Nas, let's get this money
Let's get paid
Sit back and watch all these motherfuckin' clowns out here

Riffin' and beefin' about this bullshit
Yo, heh
While they doin' all that
We just gon' kickback with these honies, this Cristal
Hah, and party to the year 2 G

(Nas is coming)
Hehehe, that's right, that's right
(Nas is coming, Nas is coming)
Yeah, Nasty Nas, Dr. Dre
(Nas is coming)
Makin it happen

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What Child Is This? - Lyrics - Harry Connick, Jr.

Title: What Child Is This?
Artist: Harry Connick, Jr.
Composer(s): Harry Jr (Arr) Connick, William C Dix, James F. Hammerly

Lyric:
What child is this who laid to rest?
On Mary's lap is sleeping
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping

This, this is Christ, the king
Whom shepherds guard
And angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him laud
The babe, the son of Mary

Raise, raise the song on high
The virgin sings her lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born
The babe, the son of Mary

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What Child Is This - Lyrics - Mark Chesnutt

Title: What Child Is This
Artist: Mark Chesnutt
Composer(s): William Chatterson Dix

Lyric:
What child is this, who laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The babe, the son of Mary

So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh
Come, peasant, king, to own Him
The King of kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him

Raise, raise the song on high
The virgins sings her lullaby
Joy, joy, for Christ is born
The babe, the son of Mary

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No, No, No (Part One) - Lyrics - Destiny'S Child

Title: No, No, No (Part One)
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Calvin C Gaines, Robert D Fusari, Vincent J Herbert, Mary Brown

Lyric:
This is the remix
This is the remix
This is the remix
This is the remix

Aaa
(Remix, this is the remix)
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
(The Crups pump this remix)
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(This is the remix)
(The Refugees Camp the remix)

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
(Destiny's child)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(We 'bout to set it)

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
(This is the remix)
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(The streets pump the remix)

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
(This is the remix)
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Every project, come on, come on Destiny's Child, hey)

Boy I know you want me I can see it in your eyes
But you keep on frontin' won't you say what's on your mind?
'Cause each and every time you need me you give me signs
But when I ask you what's the deal, you hold it all inside

If you wanna be with me you gotta keep it real
Tell me what's goin' on, tell me how you feel
Boy I know you want me just as much as I want you
So come and get my love, it's all here for you, oh yeah

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(This is the remix)
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

If you keep actin' this way you're gonna lose my love
I ain't got no time to play you better hurry up
'Cause every time I come around and crews around your way
I see you on the corner but you don't know what to say

When I walk up to you baby you seem so shy
What's the problem baby never had a girl like I?
(This is the remix)
I can see right through you and you know you wanna be mine
So get your act together 'cause you're running out of time

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Every time I see you with your boys
You pretend as if you don't want me
When you get home you call me on the phone
And tell me how much you care

Yo, close your eyes, shorty
You're guaranteed to be hypnotized
By the remix that Wyclef provides
I don't care about your size, girl shake your thighs
All I'm tryin' to do in the hood is stay alive

Make a little money with Destiny's Child
Thugs hear this song, they dance, they go wild
Like Texas, they movin' like No-Limit Soldiers
They went from a dream to the, Young Supremes, sing it

This is the remix
Jeeps pumps this new remix

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