When A Man Can'T Get A Woman Off His Mind - Lyrics - Craig Morgan - Craig Morgan

Title: When A Man Can'T Get A Woman Off His Mind
Album: Craig Morgan
Artist: Craig Morgan
Composer(s): Sharon Vaughn, Bill Anderson

Lyric:
I've been fightin' with these sheets again, can't make myself lie still
My pillowcase is soakin' wet and yet l feel a chill
It takes all I can do these days to just survive the nights
It gets crazy when a man can't get a woman off his mind

When a man can't shake a memory he runs hot and cold and blind
He hates her, then he loves her, then he hates her one more time
Your love has such a grip on me it chokes me like a vine
Oh, it's crazy when a man can't get a woman off his mind

I've been phonin' you since eight O'clock, it's almost 4 a.m.
My mind keeps paintin' pictures of you out lovin' him
I just crushed a dixie cup for runnin' out of wine
It gets crazy when a man can't get a woman off his mind

When a man can't shake a memory he runs hot and cold and blind
He hates her, then he loves her, then he hates her one more time
Your love has such a grip on me it chokes me like a vine
Oh, it's crazy when a man can't get a woman off his mind
Yeah, it drives him crazy when a man can't get a woman off his mind

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When A Man Can'T Get A Woman Off His Mind - Lyrics - Bill Anderson

Title: When A Man Can'T Get A Woman Off His Mind
Artist: Bill Anderson
Composer(s): Sharon Vaughn, Bill Anderson

Lyric:
I've been fightin' with these sheets again
Can't make myself lie still
My pillowcase is soaking wet
And yet I feel a chill

It takes all I can do these days
To just survive the nights
It gets crazy when a man
Can't get a woman off his mind

When a man can't shake a memory
He runs hot and cold and blind
He hates, he then, he loves her
Then he hates her one more time

Your love has such a grip on me
It chokes me like a vine
Oh, it's crazy when a man
Can't get a woman off his mind

I've been phoning you since eight o'clock
It's almost four a.m.
My mind keeps painting pictures
Of you out loving him

I just crushed a dixie cup
For running out of wine
It gets crazy when a man
Can't get a woman off his mind

When a man can't shake a memory
He runs hot and cold and blind
He hates, he then, he loves her
Then he hates her one more time

Drives him crazy when a man
Can't get his woman off his mind

When a man can't shake a memory
He runs hot and cold and blind
He hates, he then, he loves her
Then he hates her one more time

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Heartbeat Props - Lyrics - Sons Of The P - Digital Underground

Title: Heartbeat Props
Album: Sons Of The P
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): Gregory Jacobs, Erick Sermon, Dewayne S Mcknight, Marshall Jones, George Jr Clinton, Bootsy Collins, Parrish Smith, Leroy Bonner, Andrew Noland, Marvin Pierce, Shider Walter Morrison, Peter Bishop, Gregory Webster, Ramon Gooden, Ralph Middlebrooks, Norman Napier

Lyric:
People get ready for the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)
Everybody get ready for the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)

We're gonna make it funky with the heartbeat props, y'all
(We're giving heartbeat props)
It's time to get busy with the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)

I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Check it out, y'all, proper respect is what we're giving
(We're giving heartbeat props)

Uh, I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Don't you know that the proper respect is what we're giving

Seems like you wondered each day if the Underground
Is going to stay down with the funky beats
Even if you know that I'm a junkie for a bump that's funky
And a fool for the loop, see, a groupie for the old one-twoiee

A bass freak would say oohwee
Peace to DU 'cause I like the way you do me
I love to go on about the funk, matter of fact
I'd love to be another funk front runner

But first we gotta deal with the fronters
So I can't go on, it's time to drop a few bombs
Get busy, G, go on and take 'em to school
Yeah, it's time spread the jewels

I ask you about Malcolm and you tell me that he's wicked
Farrakhan comes you can't seem to buy a ticket
And check what my man's got to say
Right or wrong, don't you think that he deserves a play?

'Cause he's living for you and you and you and you
The brother X tried but he died trying to get through
So why wait until the heartbeat stops?
Yo, go on and give my man his props

If you're really that down then act what you say
KRS and Chuck need support today
I see you posing with the Dr King hanging on your wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call

To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your personal time

All the lagging and the dragging
Yo, I got something to do that day
Yeah, you sound like an old bitch nagging
Fuck that fronting, fuck that fronting
We're pumping up the brothers 'cause the brothers keep it pumping

You got it all wrong
When you wait for the TV to tell you what's going on
Don't you hype on the mic ,yeah, they never get it right
That's why you see we gotta thank God, y'all
For niggas like Ice Cube

'Cause they'll tell the record straight
Yo, my man's a prophet too, yo, god, you think he ain't?
So do the right thing, it's not a black or a white thing
We're here to let you know it's just a human being thing
We're pulling out all stops 'cause it's time give heartbeat props

(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Proper respect is what we're giving

(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Don't you know, don't you know that proper respect is what we're giving

(We're giving heartbeat props)
You're giving more respect to a dead man than you do my man
And my man's got the plans in his hand
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
(Heartbeat props)

I'm the type of guy that's sly like a fox
An honor roll student in the school of hard knocks
There was different type of brother that I used to look up to
But I'm still giving props where the props are due

But let me start with a fool I don't give a fuck about
I wanted to give a fuck you out
To the nigga who went out on a whim
He was a roody-poo for shooting Huey Newton

But I'm thanking God for niggas like Iceberg Slim
And the chick the honky's ran to see
She was the honky-tonk's fantasy
Tina Turner, the living legacy
And she's still got you tripping off the legs you see
Another chick they used to beg to see

Was Josephine Baker, she had them hooked
They loved the way she shook her money-maker
But why did it take them so many decades
To give a little praise to who they ran rave to see

With a dark complexion
She was sex symbol befo' Marilyn Monroe
But her heart stopped before
They gave props to the old pro

It took a great man to mold those
So I want to give props to my pops because he told those
But there's a time to break necks and throw bolos
Be a cold bro and throw low blows

When you want to close the shows of your foes
'Cause foes are those that you got to break like windows
Check it, when respect goes it's time to break a nose
But give respect before the soul goes

Well, I suppose respect is what respect'll get ya
So I'm giving them gifts before they're stiff like the pose
In the pictures of Vogue and flashy fashion magazines
You be thumbing in 'em, props to Beverly Johnson
She was the first black woman in 'em

Pee, drop the bomb and end the pressure with the menace
Smith & Wesson clear the lesson that your mama gave
Mama gave PeeWee the same threats, she used drastic measures
Told me to give her the full respect or get my ass kicked
It was my intention to relent just till the last kick
When she goes she'll roll over in a solid gold casket

When I was young Muhammad Ali had me sprung
'Cause he was the champ, as the champion he was my idol
Yo, they took his title when he wouldn't take the gun
And fight in Vietnam the only way he felt, then he won the belt again

Now they want me in the army but they can't harm me
'Cause I ain't no punk, I ain't under man to Uncle Tommy
Props to Islam, it's getting brothers together before the big bomb
Blast out, before we're all assed-out
We need to see that we got to start giving the props to the living

(We're giving heartbeat props)
I said I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Uh, I said proper respect is what we're giving

(We're giving heartbeat props)
I said I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Proper respect is what we're giving

(We're giving heartbeat props)
I said I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Don't you know that proper respect is what we're giving

(We're giving heartbeat props)
You're giving more respect to a dead man than you do my man
And my man's got the plans in his hand
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
(Heartbeat props)

(We're giving heartbeat props)
You're giving more respect to a dead man than you do my man
And my man's got the plans in his hand
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Proper respect is what we're giving

(We're giving heartbeat props)
Uh, I said I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Don't you know that proper respect is what we're giving

(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Proper respect is what we're giving

We're giving heartbeat props
Why wait until the heartbeat stops?
We're giving heartbeat props
(Heartbeat props)

(We're giving heartbeat props)
You're giving more respect to a dead man than you do my man
And my man's got the plans in his hand
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
(Heartbeat props)

Yeah, Spike Lee, Alex Haley, Brand Nubian, sister Whoopi Goldberg
Dick Gregory, X-Clan, sister Isis, BDP, Muhammad Ali, Stevie Wonder
Poor Righteous Teachers, Andrew Jackson, Denzel Washington
Sister Sarah Sahad Ali, Public Enemy, Stokley Carmichael

Sister Oprah Winfrey, yeah, Jesse Jackson, nuff respect, Paris
Gangstarr, Gil Scott Heron, George the fuck Clinton, Louis Farrakhan
Sister Queen Latifah, Bill Cosby, sister Angela Davis
The entire Nation of Islam, nucka, know what I'm saying?

Afrika Bambaataa, Miles motherfucking Davis, sister Assata Shakur
Once known as Joanne Chesimard, Robert Townsend, Nelson Mandela
Karreem Adul-Jabbar, the Black Panther Party, James Earl Jones
The FOIs, nucka, Howard E. Rollins, sister Naomi, yeah, nuff respect

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Make Up Your Mind - Lyrics - Sex Style - Kool Keith

Title: Make Up Your Mind
Album: Sex Style
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Trevor Randolph, Maurice Smith, Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Yeah, so you called me last night
You was kinda confused huh? You didn't know what to do
All excited over these football players and baseball players
Whassup? You lookin' for a million dollars or somethin'?
Man you kinda confused

Freak mode, I'ma have sex, so let 'em feel
Touch my private, my thing made of steel
Shootin' gizm, she ride like a Geo Prism
I'm out in Cali, San Bernardino Valley

I'm on the hill, not North in Pete skill
Big Willie servin', now tell me how you femmes feel
I'm in the Cadillac, drivin' in a drop top
People don't know my style, watch when they heads bop

I'm on the highway, girls pull 'em down my way
Credit cards and checks, man she get paid on Friday
The woman's out, the Phantom pushin' more clout
I'm watchin'? With Sam, drinkin' guinness stout

Bourbon booze, green alligator shoes
Union commissioned sex, government intelligence
What you see girl, that Benz is irrelevant
Materialistic, ugly man is plastic

No class, in a suit, cost rather cheap
Got the nerve to blow the horn and he try to beep
Interfere, in my spot and he's comin' here
She's in the white boots, breathin' in my ear

Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt

No affections, condom style, I got no yeast
Worldwide trunk funk, no jazz on the East
Breakin' honies down, mackin' here to Petersburg
Virginia Slim, turn the freaks out in Lynchburg

With brown bootie, Joe Smith, hit from Pittsburgh
The right player, even if I choose odds
Let me shuffle jackpots, women pick the cards
Your hydraulic butt, bounce like a six trey

I'm on the case, jealous man steppin' in my way
Hot pursuit, why she play herself? Get the boot
Actin' like Troop, he say he signed with a group
He wrote for Babyface, did songs, toured with Snoop

Lyin' to you to get thrilled
Droppin' them old lines, his breath smell like doodoo
I got a style if a brother wanna know
Smokin' that stink blunt, you still sniffin' blow

Nose runnin' on time with green slime
Step in the club, I throw urine on your mind
Big Luciano, diamond rings on the grand piano
Girls flock and guys hop on the other jock

I'm in a two door, with bass comin' through your block
Sound kicks, I got the fly broads in the mix
California butt, MC's suckin' more what
Like Gerald Levert, you try to make it work

Jheri Curl Jones, spendin' cash on a skirt
Plan to win, whassup with Uncle Ben?
Brother is sly, fatback bacon
Still fakin', his voice chords achin'

You know I'm perplex, exotic on Ampex
Dog style champ, hittin' booty for butt sex
I can't disguise myself like Michael Jackson
The flasher, are you ready for action?

Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump it

I got a summons, my clothes is off, I'm butt naked
In a discotheques, don't tell me ladies can't take it
Just to have my drawers in a overcoat
My El Dorado lean, the black caddy float

Down the hill with Frankie Dolla Bill
Honies in red zone, tell me how them drawers feel
Suckin' on the hippie, on the Mississippi
Econo Lodge, a cheap way to get a quickie

Five and five, equal ten
Add twenty up, I'm back in the spot again
Blowin' it up, I drop my own bomb
Two big green mitts, and tails on my arm

You in my way my man, yo B excuse me
I didn't call your girl, why accuse me?
I think you're insecure, not sure
If your girlfriend's home, if she's knockin' at my door

Back in your ride, no apartment, no place to wash
You can't clean, tell 'em black
He don't know yet, my discipline, how to act
Stack with fume, and twenty-four flicks
You can't win, takin' shots like the Knicks

I'm old enough with skills to be your daddy
Go ask grandma, your freaky Aunt Sally
Pretty woman standin' there with her ugly man
I don't want to shake his hand

Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt

Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump it

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8 Minutes To Sunrise - Lyrics - Common

Title: 8 Minutes To Sunrise
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Rashid Lonnie Lynn, Jill Scott, Andre Harris

Lyric:
Yeah, yo, yo, yo yo, yo, yo
Yo, a touch of jazz y'all, yeah, yeah
[Unverified] y'all, yo they got us on the run, like

8 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(I don't know)
Pressure is mountin'
Oh baby now, how we gonna get through?
(I, don't, know)

Can't go left, can't go right
(Uh uh, uh uh)
Don't know, how we made it through the night
(C'mon c'mon c'mon)
7 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(Do it, do it)

It was once said by Black Thought that "Things fall apart"
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp from the heart, the art of it made it interestin'
Plus me and sister blend before we got intimate

Friend or no friend, my man caught wind
This chick is payin' me, it'll either cost me or cost him
Told her she shoulda lost him a while ago
(When?)
'Cause dude'll drink a pile of Mo' and defile her yo

I ain't here to start on this nigga, for me to wreck his broad
You could tell what I thought of this nigga
Nickname was Smoke, don't know if that was cause of cigarettes
(Or what?)
Or guns he tote, he called shots on the deck

So I wasn't tryin' to call his bluff, by his persona
You could see, he think he tough
If that wasn't enough, old girl had his son
This is Wild like the West I'm like Jesse on the run, uhh

6 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(I don't know)
Pressure is mountin
Oh baby now, how we gon' get through?
(I, don't, know)

Can't go left and can't go right and
(Uh uh, uh uh)
Don't know, how we made it through the night
(Yo, we got)
5 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(Do it, do it)

I understand that time is runnin' out, I'm thinkin' of town-skippin'
Got a Chevy but the alternator be trippin'
I'm hittin' rum straight, thinkin' of a route to truncate
The streets is watchin', out is one way I put myself in his Nike's

His position is, "Aight man, somebody bonin' my lady"
Probably snap like Rod-man
My plan was to meet at this bar called the Tiki
(When?)
'Round four, when she was comin' she would beep me

I sat deep in the corner, drinkin' zombies, becomin' one by now
Wonderin' if my style would support her and her child
Out the corner of my eye saw this stud I recognized
(Who?)
One of Smoke's guys, to stay out of sight I tried

Told Jill Scott to meet we coulda picked a better spot
On some nobody's supposed to be here, shit like Deborah Cox
Looked at my watch, shit I don't even got a watch
Felt for my glock, dammit I don't even got a glock, yo

4 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(I don't know)
Pressure is mountin'
Oh baby now, how we gon' get through?
(I, don't, know)

Can't go left and can't go right and
(Uh uh, uh uh)
Don't know, how we made it through the night
(C'mon c'mon)
3 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(Do it, do it)

Pressure puh-pressure what? The pressure's cookin'
It ain't good lookin', like a black promoter I'm talkin' bookin'
Not that I'm spooked of dude, I could whup him
But he was on the horn informin' the rest of them hoodlums
(Aight)

Usually I wouldn't fight over a woman, old girl had a sun-shine
was messed up, on Smoke's payroll was one-time
My pager went off, it read one line, "Come get me
From Halsted", I'm thinkin' this is monkey bar, shit

Went to the phone quick, called her, her line was busy
(What happened?)
Situation number nine, got my mind dizzy
Wondered if this plan was designed to get me
I've been drinkin' too strong to be thinkin' too long

Like 40 goin' North I'm doin' 50, headed for the spot
Askin' God to be with me, and lately
She has been actin' shifty
(But what?)
But then it hit me, it hit me
(Hit me, hit me)
It hit me, it hit me
(Hit me)

2 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(I don't know)
Pressure is mountin'
Oh baby now, how we gonna get through?
(Yo, I said I, don't, know)

Can't go left and can't go right and
(Uh uh, nope)
Don't know, how we made it through the night
(Yo, we got)
1 minute to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(One one, one ha?)

1 minute, one, one
(We got, we got)
1 minute, one, one
(Ahh shit, we got)

1 minute, one, one
(What we got girl?)
1 minute, now, now
(Baby, com sense on the run)

1 minute, one
(Com sense on the run)
1 minute
(Just got on the run, just got on the run)

Com sense on the run, com sense on the run
Just got on the run, just got on the run
They got us on the run like, they got us on the run

They got us on the yo, they got us on the run
Uhh, yo, they got us on the run
They got us on the yo, they got us on the run
And we out

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Foot Of Pride - Lyrics - Bob Dylan

Title: Foot Of Pride
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Like the lion tears the flesh off of a man
So can a woman who passes herself off as a male
They sang, 'Danny Boy' at his funeral and the Lord's Prayer
The preacher talking 'bout Christ betrayed

It's like the earth just opened and swallowed him up
He reached too high, was thrown back to the ground
You know what they say about
Bein' nice to the right people on the way up
Sooner or later you gonna meet them comin' down

Well, there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come down
Ain't no goin' back

Hear ya got a brother named James, don't forget faces or names
Sunken cheeks and his blood is mixed
He looked straight into the sun and said revenge is mine
But he drinks, and drinks can be fixed

Sing me one more song, about ya love me to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more stupid thing to me before the final nail is driven in

Well, there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come down
Ain't no goin' back

There's a retired businessman named Red
Cast down from heaven and he's out of his head
He feeds off of everyone that he can touch
He said he only deals in cash or sells tickets to a plane crash
He's not somebody that you play around with much

Miss Delilah is his, a Philistine is what she is
She'll do wondrous works with your fate
Feed you coconut bread, spice buns in your bed
If you don't mind sleepin' with your head face down in a grave

Well, there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come down
Ain't no goin' back

Well they'll choose a man for you to meet tonight
You'll play the fool and learn how to walk through doors
How to enter into the gates of paradise?
No, how to carry a burden too heavy to be yours?

Yeah, from the stage they'll be tryin' to get water outta rocks
A whore will pass the hat, collect a hundred grand and say thanks
They like to take all this money from sin
Build big universities to study in
Sing, 'Amazing Grace' all the way to the Swiss banks

Well, there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come down
Ain't no goin' back

They got some beautiful people out there, man
They can be a terror to your mind and show you how to hold your tongue
They got mystery written all over their forehead
They kill babies in the crib and say only the good die young

They don't believe in mercy
Judgment on them is something that you'll never see
They can exalt you up or bring you down main route
Turn you into anything that they want you to be

Well, there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come down
Ain't no goin' back

Yes, I guess I loved him too
I can still see him in my mind climbin' that hill
Did he make it to the top, well he probably did and dropped
Struck down by the strength of the will

Ain't nothin' left here partner
Just the dust of a plague that has left this whole town afraid
From now on, this'll be where you're from
Let the dead bury the dead, your time will come
Let hot iron blow as he raised the shade

Ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come down
Ain't no goin' back, oh yeah, oh yeah

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Treat Her Like A Lady - Lyrics - Let's Talk About Love - Celine Dion

Title: Treat Her Like A Lady
Album: Let's Talk About Love
Artist: Celine Dion
Composer(s): Andy Marvel, Diana King, Celine Dion, Billy Mann

Lyric:
Treat her like a lady
Boy I mean queen

Somebody mind him, somebody mind him, blocked the hit and run, yes
Somebody mind him, blocked the hit and run

Go, go goes around, comes around, go
Go, goes around, comes around, go
Go, goes around, comes around, go, go

All the girl could want was a little attention
From a man who's strong and not to mention
Kiss and caressing her all night long
But all that boy wants is to hit and run off
He and his friends, they sit and they laugh
Going around talking 'bout the girls they used in the past

You gotta get what's comin' to you
For all the bad, bad things you do to your

Lady, treat her like a lady
You'll make a good girl crazy, if you don't treat her like a lady
Lady, treat her like a lady
You'll make a good girl crazy, if you don't treat her like a lady

Go, go, goes around, comes around, go, go

She stopped going to church, she don't wanna go to school
She left with anger when he took her for a fool
Even though her friends tell her to just keep cool
Didn't tell her from the start just what he had planned
Right in her face with another woman
Now she's in jail for attacking her man

You gotta get what's comin' to you
For all the bad, bad things you do to your

Lady, treat her like a lady
You'll make a good girl crazy, if you don't treat her like a lady
Lady, treat her like a lady
You'll make a good girl crazy, if you don't treat her like a lady

Go, go, goes around, comes around, go, go

Treat her like a lady, oh baby
Treat her like a lady, baby
Treat her like a lady, baby
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady

Somebody mind him, somebody mind him, blocked the hit and run, yes
Somebody mind him, blocked the hit and run
Somebody mind him, somebody mind him, blocked the hit and run, yes
Somebody mind him, blocked the hit and run

Go, go, goes around, comes around, go
Go, goes around, comes around, go
Go, goes around, comes around, go, go

Tell it to her straight, she can take the truth
Don't lead her on and on and leave her confused
Anyone would rather be alone than be used
Don't sit and think you'll hurt her feelings
She only wants to know just what the deal is
Next time beware of whose heart you're breaking

You gotta get what's comin' to you
For all the bad, bad things you do to your

Lady, treat her like a lady
You'll make a good girl crazy, if you don't treat her like a lady
Lady, treat her like a lady
You'll make a good girl crazy, if you don't treat her like a lady

Lady, treat her like a lady
You'll make a good girl crazy, if you don't treat her like a lady
Lady, treat her like a lady
You'll make a good girl crazy, if you don't treat her like a lady

Lady, treat her like a lady
You'll make a good girl crazy, if you don't treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady, treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady, treat her like a lady

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You Won'T See Me Tonight - Lyrics - I Am - Nas

Title: You Won'T See Me Tonight
Album: I Am
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Melissa Elliott, Timothy Z Mosley, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Ever been in love? Yeah, are you ready for somethin' real?
'Cause it can't be fake, this ain't no game
You gotta be wit me for real 'cause it's real out here
So make up your mind 'cause I ain't got no time, y'know?

I'm the most wanted baby father, save the drama
We toast when I wine an' dine ya, all you need is me
I won't stress you but bless you
Mentally an' sexual, we both intellectual

Can't forget how I met you
You thought I was a boxer, Prince Nasim
But I'm the mobster, Nas from Queens
An' when I gotcha, you ridin' with me
You keep askin', "When do you have time for me?"

I'm never free always on the move, bidness oriented
Lifestyle expensive, attract women
You wanna search my pockets an' act all wild
Say I hurt your heart, ask how could I smile?

Wanna call back all my numbers, star 6-9 me
Check my car for rubbers but quit tryin'
Before you find what you lookin' for an' get to cryin'
You always sayin' what you gon' do if you catch me lyin'

You won't see me tonight
You won't see me tomorrow
I'll be gone by daylight
An' you'll be so full of sorrow

You'll go tell all your friends
How you called an' I follow
But you won't see me tonight
No, you won't see me tomorrow

Caramel kisses of Jezebel's sister
I feel no guilt when I twist ya
Turn the other cheek when I see the next freak witcha
You got your name on his lease, copy his keys

That's your lil' spot where you rest your wig piece
Go 'head an' live, baby, I know you his lady
You page me, when you got the day free
But I be out with my peeps in them system jeeps

You wanna lay up in the sheets of presidential suites
Like I'll massage you while you massage me, mami
But can you hang with a young man who's doin' his thang?
Speak up, I wanna know if you can keep up

Timberland boots for girls, with the tree stump
Baggy sweatsuits, mystery what's underneath them
They for my eyes only, you call me when you lonely
But I like to make the baddest girls wait, I got G, baby

Call you on a Monday
I'll call you back, baby
Call you on a Tuesday
My cell is off, baby

Call you on a Wednesday
I'm out of town, baby
You won't be back 'til Thursday
I'll page you back, baby

Call you on a Monday
I'll call you back, baby
Call you on a Tuesday
I'm out of town, baby

Call you on a Wednesday
My cell is off, baby
You won't be back 'til Thursday
I'll call you back, baby

You won't see me tonight
You won't see me tomorrow
I'll be gone by daylight
An' you'll be so full of sorrow

You'll go tell all your friends
How you called an' I follow
But you won't see me tonight
No, you won't see me tomorrow

Thinkin' of me, you gettin' the chills
Like a rush through your body when you think how it feels
Give me a call an' my voice give you butterflies in your tummy
Tell your friends you in love with Nas, not his money

An' I'll prove I'm a man of my word, handed you furs
Iceberg, everything on this planet Earth a woman desires
You make a good wife to most men, I know I got you open
But you just my close friend, get it, baby?

You won't see me tonight
You won't see me tomorrow
I'll be gone by daylight
An' you'll be so full of sorrow

You'll go tell all your friends
How you called an' I follow
But you won't see me tonight
No, you won't see me tomorrow

You won't see me tonight
You won't see me tomorrow
I'll be gone by daylight
An' you'll be so full of sorrow

You'll go tell all your friends
How you called an' I follow
But you won't see me tonight
No, you won't see me tomorrow

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, tomorrow, what? Daylight, ghost
Say what, say what? Yo, you won't see me tonight
You won't see Timbaland tonight, baby
Or Nas Esco', check it, let it ride, let it ride

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Good Thing We'Re Rappin' - Lyrics - Sons Of The P - Digital Underground

Title: Good Thing We'Re Rappin'
Album: Sons Of The P
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, G Jacobs, David L Spradley, E Humphrey, Garry M Shider

Lyric:
Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over
This goes out to all the macks in the industry
Huh, alright roll the tape
(Yo, rest day ain't for hoes)

It's a good thing that we're rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin, we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'

There was a time when they called me Smooth Eddie
Playing the hoes and shook the red card steady
It was Mike to those that knows
Matter of fact, Icy Mike 'cause he was cold on them hoes

We was east coast niggas headin' west
I was rollin' shotgun, coolin' with my man fresh Wes
The royal blue Brougham was a drop top rag
You could tell we was pimps from the Las Vegas tags

'Cause that's how we flipped it
Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin', pimp shit
All of this was around spring eighty one
I was in the life and had a good three year run

Anyway, one Friday on the side of the road in L.A.
My man Wes says hey, "I got a bitch in San Diego"
"Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a couple days
I'm gonna stay and play some L.A. hoes"

He said, "Alright player yo, I'll see you soon"
Yeah, that's how real players kick it see there ain't no rules
We roll from city to city, like kids playing hookie
Later that night I knock a bitch named Cookie

She says, "I love you and I want to make you rich"
I says, "Oh yeah", I swear I worked the shit out this bitch
She was fine too, niggas couldn't tell me nothin'
Had brains too, did more stealin' than fucking

A real thoroughbred, played con like a pro
Man I'm tryin' to tell you, I had a money makin' ho
But the Sunset track got stale, Cookie went to jail
Had to sling a little yale to make bail

She said, "I'm hot baby, I can't work in this town
The vice pick me up just as soon as you put me down"
I said, "Shut the hell up ho
Who asked you to run your mouth?"

She was right though
It was time to take a trip down south
And to this very day, when I think of how
I was livin' back then I got to say that

It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
And then we got to use it

It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
And then we got to use it

They call it ho po when your leakin'
So you know ho po is when yo po, 'cause you ain't got no ho
I was po but I wasn't po ho, 'cause I had one ho
But we was leakin' 'cause the money was slow

Coppin' blow means your goin' up and down
I went from Cadillacs in Vegas to the back of GreyHound
San Diego off Broadway, there used to be a spot
I think E Street and 5th where all the players flocked

One night I was cooling outside
Saw my man Wes said, "Ah shit yeah, it's gonna be live"
I was working a double breast silk leaf suit
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy

Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwichs in the alley"
Ham sandwich meant Brougham Cadillac
Quarter inch stripes, wheel kit on the back

It was snotty nose, that means the extra chrome
Plate on the grill, for sunroof we say it had the brains blown
I said, "This bitch is inside, you ready to attack?"
Wes looked at me said, "Mack mack mack mack mack"

My mans pimp stroll was cold gansta limpin'
We stepped inside, both of us screamed, "It's pimpin'"
I was drinking cognac, Wes was drinkin' gin
Wasn't there twenty minutes fore my people walked in

I said, "What's up Cookie? How'd you do?"
She said, "Cool, reach under the bar, so I can give you these feelings"
We always did it like that, case the vice squad was peepin'
This time they wasn't, but this nigga who was leakin'

Walked up and said, "Y'all gonna sell?"
Wes said, "Nigga don't ya recognize the P when you see it?"
He said, "Oh, yo I didn't know, I thought she's doin' business"
I said, "Yeah, well it's true that she's a ho"

He said, "She with you, playa? 'Cause I'd really like to buck her"
Looked at her, said, "Baby, I'm a raw mother fucker"
I said, "Yeah, that might be true, but she don't need another nucka"
Ain't no choosin', jump off slick, this one here's my snucka"

He said, "Whatchu mean by snucka?"
"It ain't too hard to figga
You call your nigga nucka, snucka means she-nigga
And figure this too, the bitch is down for my dirty drawers
Find another ho to go for yours"

He said, "But, I like her"
I said, "You must be a rookie"
Now figure this three, he cut me off and stepped to Cookie
He said, "How do you feel about this, my dear?"

I said, "Nigga you don't check my bitch like I ain't standin' here
Now I told you that this woman sells pussy for me
You and her ain't the two, and we ain't the three
But most of all nigga, I ain't the one
Now back the fuck up off me son"

He said, "To buck another man's game is a shame"
I said, "Leakin' ass nigga, game recognize game
Now I told you that's my people and I gave you a chance"
Reached down and started pullin' up the two from my pants

Shoulda capped his ass, instead
I look up and Wes done wrapped a pool stick round this nigga's head
So I put my shit away, we beat him down cowboy style
Cookie runs up and says, "Baby you okay?"

I says, "Yo, all this excitements got you dizzy
What cha watchin'? Bitch get busy
Go back outside and finish gettin' my money"
The bartender laughed, said, "You pimp niggas is funny"

And I'll tell you once again
It blows my mind, when I think
How I was living back then
'Cause yo

It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
And then we got to use it

It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin, I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
And then we got to use it

And you don't stop
Humpty hump in the house
And yo I go, I go
Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

You know what I'm sayin'
Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

Check it
Ho
(Do the ho catcher)
Ho
(Do the ho catcher)
(Ho catcher, ho catcher, do the ho catcher)

Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

Kick it, doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

I said, doddie-doe-doe
Pimp the mother fuckin' ho
(Pimp that ho mack)

Yeah, bitch and big dicks don't scare ya
'Cause you been a ho too long
Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah

Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
Pimps up and hoes down
Squares don't fuck around town
Know what I'm sayin'?

Oh yeah, it's time to rest
Dress and mess
Count my monies while I read the funnies
Give my propas while I watch the soap operas
'Cause it's pimpin', understand me?

Bitch what cha doin' on your ass?
Watchin' the cars pass
Pat your feet on the concrete
And go get my money woman

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The Real Slim Shady - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: The Real Slim Shady
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mike Elizondo, Tom Coster, Marshall Mathers, Andre Young

Lyric:
May I have your attention please?
May I have your attention please?
Will, The Real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat will, The Real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorce, throwin' her over furniture
It's the return of the, "Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement!
Feminist women love Eminem
Chigga chigga chigga, "Slim shady, I'm sick of him

Look at him, walkin' around grabbin' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who, yeah, but he's so cute though!"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse, than what's goin' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes, I wanna get on T.V. and just let loose, but can't
But it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss"
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is

Of course they gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They got the discovery channel don't they?
"We ain't nothing but mammals", well, some of us cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes

I'm slim shady, yes I'm the real shady
All you other slim shadys are just imitating
So won't The Real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

'Coz I'm slim shady, yes I'm the real shady
All you other slim shadys are just imitating
So won't The Real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records
Well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can, sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first

You little bitch, put me on blast on M.T.V
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee!"
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me
So I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing but not quite me

'Coz I'm slim shady, yes I'm the real shady
All you other slim shadys are just imitating
So won't The Real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

'Coz I'm slim shady, yes I'm the real shady
All you other slim shadys are just imitating
So won't The Real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

I'm like a head trip to listen to, cause I'm only givin' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it
In front of y'all and I don't gotta be false or sugarcoated at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like Valiums

It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm goin when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursin' home flirting
Pinchin' nurses asses when I'm jackin' off with jergens
And I'm jerkin' but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a slim shady lurkin'
He could be workin' at Burger King, spittin' on your onion rings
Or in the parkin' lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck!"
With his windows down and his system up

So, will the real shady please stand up?
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm slim shady, yes I'm the real shady
All you other slim shadys are just imitating
So won't The Real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

'Coz I'm slim shady, yes I'm the real shady
All you other slim shadys are just imitating
So won't The Real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

'Coz I'm slim shady, yes I'm the real shady
All you other slim shadys are just imitating
So won't The Real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

'Coz I'm slim shady, yes I'm the real shady
All you other slim shadys are just imitating
So won't The Real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Ha ha
Guess there's a slim shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

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Contribution - Lyrics - Quality Control - Jurassic 5

Title: Contribution
Album: Quality Control
Artist: Jurassic 5
Composer(s): Courtenay Henderson, Dante Givens, Lucas Mcfadden, Shafiq Husayn, Marc Stuart, Mark Ali Potsic, Charles L. Stewart

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Lyric:
Yo, yo, yo, yo, either you a part of the problem or you a part of the solution
What's your contribution to life? Yo
So many people complain, always talk about change, yo
But what's your contribution to life?
Yo, either you with or ain't with it, if it ain't broke don't fix it
Yo, what's your contribution to life?
Yo, either you give or you take, make moves or you wait, yo
But what's your contribution to life? Yo

{You're about to witness three of the most common tales
Of man, woman and human
The difference between the three is that there is no difference
Just other outcomes
Listen and witness the common tales}

Aye yo, my Momma and a nigga for life
Love, carousel, cuss, yell and fight
Seven nights a week
No respect when they speak
Disrespect between the sheets, the ends don't meet
No rice beans or meat
My Momma was the bread winner plus she had to cook us dinner
My Daddy was a full time sinner

Poppa was a stoner stay gone till November
Off of that, gawk that made emack
Like the Devil done took his soul and ain't given it back
Remember that, when you play for the bless
Speedy victory for the poor and the press
I can't stand the stress, it's test and time press
Up against my Momma and Daddy chest, I try to rest
With no stretch of the mind, I can't find no peace of mind
Within this family of mine, yo

She got chips and you don't, that's bottom line
Is this the way love goes? Hmm, let's rewind
You really ain't paid, you clockin' minimum wage
Now basically you a slave, your wife studies for days
No money for much, just movies and such
The way your two hands clutch, you know it's love not lust
Now she's sick of the bus and using you as a crutch
And on top of this stuff, she graduates in a month

Damn, her new job got her clocking the dough
Now she's buying new clothes, and takin' you to the show
You feeling like you a ho, not knowing which way to go
And ultimately you know, you ain't feeling her so
You need to get up, get out and get something
Your job ain't nothing, all these years you've just been frontin'
That's the way she played ya, the talked in rager went back
To your days of

But she always said I'm out husslin' for food, kitchen indeed
While this nigga spend his ends on booze, bitches and weed
I thought that we'd agree, with two kids to feed
That you would slow your own, but instead of switchin' your seed
You slapped me, you can't attack me thinkin' I'm be happy
In fact it's a packing and leave rapidly
After we witness, no love between parents
The father type that was once on the scene vanished

Supreme bamish, the couples that match these
Producin' generations of kids with latched keys
Her daughter learned from Momma how to reject men
Her son attracts women that don't respect men
And then one parental provided can be the plan
But no woman can truly teach a boy to be a man
That's why I'm always telling these many pals of mine
The most that you can spend on any child is time

Look, we don't have all the answers
We're victims also to the same situations
But man plans and the Lord plans
And the Lord is the best of planners
So what's your contribution to life?

Yo, either you a part of the problem or you a part of the solution
What's your contribution to life? Yo
So many people complain, always talk about change, yo
But what's your contribution to life?
Yo, either you with or ain't with it, if it ain't broke don't fix it
Yo, what's your contribution to life?
Yo, either you give or you take, make moves or you wait, yo
But what's your contribution to life? Yo
What's your contribution to life?

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Pimpin' Forever - Lyrics - Blow The Whistle - Too $Hort

Title: Pimpin' Forever
Album: Blow The Whistle
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): Zak Wallace, Todd Shaw, Phalon Alexander

Lyric:
Somebody say, say
A lemme hear you say, say, say

Your daddy said, ?Come back, baby, find your life?
It was wrong before but this time it's right
It's been way too long you've been gone from home
You wasn't ready when you left to be grown on your own

Now deep down inside, you're his little girl
Gotta swallow his pride 'cause you're his little girl
Wouldn't be so bad if you only stripped
But you don't do dancin' just lonely tricks

Now you're hooked, ain't no love
You in this game, it's just like drugs
Your family wrote you off 'cause you f*** that up
You way out of town and you stuck

Now you're on your own, you've been disowned
Since you left your hometown, all your friends are gone
It's girls like you that truly make us
You're lost in the world, so I moved you to Vegas

Before you met me you wasn't nuttin'
I f*** wit'cha and I turned you into somethin'
Now f*** J-Lo, be your own woman
Now take your a*** back to work the track jumpin'

Say, I'ma be pimpin' forever
I'ma be pimpin' forever
Say, say, say, I'ma stay mackin' forever
I'ma stay mackin' forever

Say, say, I'ma be pimpin' forever
I'ma be pimpin' forever
Say, say, say, I'ma stay mackin' forever
I'ma stay mackin' forever

Say b***, you better get that cash
Old-a*** man wanna hit that a***
Older than your daddy, more like your granny
Let his old wrinkled a*** get in them panties

I show you how to get it, I'm just a dog
You had a good thang and you f*** it off
I'm like the big bad wolf, you better scream
Run for your life 'cause I want that cream

Your father told you to stay away from me
And now you gotta call me 'Daddy'?
Now let me ask you, you think you've got it together?
You're too fine to be broke, you gotta get whatever

Now I don't give a f*** in any weather
When I see you, you better have a G or better
Look into my eyes and say you understand me
'Cause now I'm your family, say

Before you met me you wasn't nuttin'
I f*** wit'cha and I turned you into somethin'
Now f*** J-Lo, be your own woman
Now take your a*** back to work the track jumpin'

Say, I'ma be pimpin' forever
I'ma be pimpin' forever
Say, say, say, I'ma stay mackin' forever
I'ma stay mackin' forever

Say, say, I'ma be pimpin' forever
I'ma be pimpin' forever
Say, say, say, I'ma stay mackin' forever
I'ma stay mackin' forever

Your father wants to know when you comin'
But you never liked home, so you keep on runnin'
Now I got you, you're mine for life
Get your mind right

Don't let the limelight
Steal your soul and make you old
Make the happy lil' girl turn bitter and cold
Now your brain is frozen, your body is numb
You're stuck in the h***-zone, you gotta get home

You can go to Oz and won't learn
Click your heels three times and go turn a t***
You better get that cash
If you don't got it when I see you I'ma whip that a***

And all of you squares, that hear my flows
Most of y'all b*** wouldn't make good h***
Never talk down on a pimp and his w***
Unless you know the whole story, broke b***

Before you met me you wasn't nuttin'
I f*** wit'cha and I turned you into somethin'
Now f*** J-Lo, be your own woman
Now take your a*** back to work the track jumpin'

Say, I'ma be pimpin' forever
I'ma be pimpin' forever
Say, say, say, I'ma stay mackin' forever
I'ma stay mackin' forever

Say, say, I'ma be pimpin' forever
I'ma be pimpin' forever
Say, say, say, I'ma stay mackin' forever
I'ma stay mackin' forever

Say, yeah, that's right
H*** up if you wanna blow up
Say, say, say, and all you cute broke-a*** b***
Stop hatin' on these real h***

Say, you up there suckin' and f*** all night for free
Say, say, say
When you coulda got in and out there
Wit'cha money real fast, baby

Say, you need management
You need a n*** like me to tell you
Exactly what you need to be doin' out there
Get your full potential out your p***, baby, yeah
'Cause if you's a broke-a*** with any kinda decent

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I'M Fresh - Lyrics - Trill - Bun B

Title: I'M Fresh
Album: Trill
Artist: Bun B
Composer(s): Bernard James Freeman, Byron Thomas, Williams Holmes, Sean Paul

Lyric:
I say gentlemen, ladies, bad ass, out of control babies
It's the return of the bad ass perm pimp ya heard
Ya boy Fr-Fr-Fresh, Fr-Fr-Fresh
Fr-Fr-Fresh, ay

Bitch it's the king of the trill, I'm top of the line
My paint is on drip, my rims is on shine
My butter seats reclined, cherry oak is grip
With C to blow, and purple rain to sip

Now straight up off the rip, I'm letting boys know
I've never been a bitch, don't plan to be a hoe
So if you got some plex, you better keep it low
I bring it to your chest, soon as you hit the do'

You know me as a pro, respect me as a vet
I put it down befo', you ain't seen nothing yet
My candy still glossy, my 4's still flossy
My rocks real icey, I'm looking kinda bossy

And feeling real saucy, it's time to get it crunk
Now watch me pop it fly, just like I'm popping trunk
The leader of the pack, the star of the show
When Bun is in the building, you already know

I'm Fresh, brand new
Every time, that I come through
Hoe look at my wrist, my neck
I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe

I'm the man, he's a wimp
If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp
Dope boy shoes, big rings
And only bad bitches say my name, hoe

Bitch you wanna roll with a pimp, then have it on your mind
It's all about this bread, so you gon' have to grind
I gotta stay on shine, so you know what that means
You gotta hit that track, and bring me back that green

'Cause daddy need his ice, and daddy need his chain
We gotta keep it G, so rec' him as the game
A hoe need a pimp, a pimp need a hoe
And tricks need us both, so let's go get that do'

In case you didn't know, I haven't been told
But pussy on the corner, and it's as good as sold
It's tricks on the prowl, so stay out on that stroll
'Cause I'ma sell your cot, and you gon' sell your soul

My pimping way too cold, but it's gon' keep me warm
With minks up on my back, and rocks up in my charm
So bitch ring the alarm, and tell 'em I've arrived
The greatest ever born, that's dead or alive

I'm Fresh, brand new
Every time, that I come through
Hoe look at my wrist, my neck
I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe

I'm the man, he's a wimp
If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp
Dope boy shoes, big rings
And only bad bitches say my name, hoe

Bitch you know that Rap-A-Lot's the click, and UGK's the fam
It's middle fingers up, 'cause we don't give a damn
Them Caddy do's slam, that top gon' drop
Them 4's gon' tip, them blades gon' chop

Them deuces get chunked, them screens gon' fall
It's Southside holding, so we gon' ball
And slabs gon' crawl, them 3's gon' swang
That woman gon' shine, that trunk gon' bang

And underground king, from P.A.T
I miss my dog, so free Pimp C
And I'ma hold it down, and rep for my team
To keep us on the map, so he can get that green

I work the triple beam, electronic scale
Even a baby bottle, whatever get that mail
So Mannie please tell 'em, the motherfucking real
Why Bun coulda be, so motherfucking trill

I'm Fresh, brand new
Every time, that I come through
Hoe look at my wrist, my neck
I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe

I'm the man, he's a wimp
If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp
Dope boy shoes, big rings
And only bad bitches say my name, hoe

I'm Fresh, brand new
Every time, that I come through
Hoe look at my wrist, my neck
I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe

I'm the man, he's a wimp
If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp
Dope boy shoes, big rings
And only bad bitches say my name, hoe

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Criminal Minded - Lyrics - A Retrospective - Krs One

Title: Criminal Minded
Album: A Retrospective
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): S Larock, Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid
We'll take the wackest song and make it better
Remember to let us into your skin
'Cause then you'll begin to master
Rhymin', rhymin', rhymin'

Criminal minded, you've been blinded
Lookin', for a style like mine you can't find it
They are the audience I am the lyricist
Sometimes the suckas on the side gotta hear this

Page, a rage and I'm not in a cage
Free as a bird to fly up out on stage
Ain't here for no frontin', just to say a little somethin'
Ya suckaz don't like me 'cause you're all about nothin'

However, I'm really fascinatin' to the letter
My all around performance gets better and better
My English grammar comes down like a hammer
You need a style, I need to pull your file

I don't beg favors, you're kissin' other people's
I write and produce myself just as fast
Keep my hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls
Attractin' only women, got no time for little girls

'Cause girls look so good
But their brain is not ready, I don't know
I'd rather talk to a woman
'Cause her mind is so steady, so here we go

I'm not a musical maniac or b-boy fanatic
I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic
I've listened to these MC's back when I was a kid
But I bust more shots than they ever did

I mean this is not the best of KRS, it's just a section
But how many times must I point you in the right direction
You need protection, when I'm on the mic
Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe

You're a king, I'm a teacher, you're a b-boy, I'm a scholar
If this was a class well, it would go right under drama
See kings lose crowns but teachers stay intelligent
Talkin' big words on the mic but still irrelevant

Especially when you're not, college material
Wake up every mornin' to your Lucky Charms cereal
DJ Scott LaRock has a college degree
Blastmaster KRS writes poetry

I won't go deeper in the subject 'cause that gets me bored
It's a shame to know some MC's on the mic are fraud
Sayin' styles like this to create a diss
But if you listen, who you dissin'? See I am a musician

Rappin' on the mic like this to me is fine
'Cause if I really want to battle I will put out a nine
You can see that Scott LaRock and I are mentally binded
In other words we're both criminal minded

We're not promoting violence, we're just havin' some fun
He's Scott LaRock, I'm KRS-One
Never off-beat 'cause it don't make sense
Grab the microphone, relaxed and not tense

You waited, debated and now you activated
A musical genius that could not be duplicated
See I have the formula for rockin' the house
If you cannot rock a party do not open your mouth

It's that simple, no phony cosmetics to your pimple
Take another look because the gear is not wrinkled
The K, the R, the S, the O, the N, the E
Sayin' rhyme for eighty-seven not from 1983

Well versed, to rehearse and my rhymes are my curse
Originality come first but the suckers get worse
Allow me to include I have a very stable mood
Poetic education of a high altitude

I'm not an MC, so listen, call me poet or musician
A genius when it comes to makin' music with ambition
I'm cool, collected with the rhyme I directed
Don't wanna be elected as the king of a record

Just respected by others as the man with the solution
An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution
On wax, relax, there's 24 tracks
After years of rockin' parties now I picked up the knack

Because everythin' that flows from out my larynx
Takes years of experience and bottles of Beck's
I cannot seem to recollect the time I didn't have sex
Is it real or is it Memorex?

I'm livin' in a city known as New York State
Sucka MC's gotta wait while I translate
I hang with real live dreads with knowledge in their heads
People with ambition and straight up musicians

Although our lives have been so uprooted
I have it included, you all get zooted
So take each letter of the KRS-One
Means knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everyone

You look at me and laugh, but this is your class
It's an all-out discussion of the suckas I be crushin'
So now you are awakened to the music I be makin'
Never duplicated, and also highly cultivated

Don't get frustrated 'cause nothin' has been traded
Only activated, it came out very complicated
Not separated, from my DJ, you see my voice is now faded
I'll see you folks around the way, criminal minded
Criminal minded, criminal minded, criminal minded

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