White City Walls - Lyrics - Bombshell Rocks

Title: White City Walls
Artist: Bombshell Rocks
Composer(s): Christian Maatta, Marten Cedergran

Lyric:
Hostility, I feel it coming
It's like a nation wide vigilance
I've seen so many people running
From a threat without substance

Underpayment, self sacrifice
He's just a man with dirty hands in the bigots eyes

You get to a certain position
Where you stare up the white city walls
You get to a certain position
I'll do the job with a demolition ball

I've heard so many idiots speaking
With a bitter grin in their face
I've heard so many bigots lying
Without the least sign of disgrace

Underpayment, self sacrifice
He's just a man with dirty hands in the bigots eyes

You get to a certain position
Where you stare up the white city walls
You get to a certain position
I'll do the job with a demolition ball

Underpayment, self sacrifice
He's just a man with dirty hands in the bigots eyes

You get to a certain position
Where you stare up the white city walls
You get to a certain position
I'll do the job with a demolition ball

You get to a certain position
Where you stare up the white city walls
You get to a certain position
I'll do the job with a demolition ball

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White Lines - Lyrics - My American Heart

Title: White Lines
Artist: My American Heart
Composer(s): Jesse Barrera, Jeremy Mendez, Steven Oira, Larry Soliman

Lyric:
I would kill to taste the bricks
Of a city not quite so routine, so routine
See me breaking, see me fall
But we're still stuck in these walls

See me breaking, see me fall
So it's deathbeds for us all
But I can't

I will bear the chains once more
To be underground with your mercy
Tonight I'll escape the pavement and the

Now the city has gone under
And my streets are so much colder
Than what was a desert passing us by

See me breaking, see me fall
See me breaking, see me fall into your

I will bear the chains once more
To be underground with your mercy
Tonight I'll escape the pavement and the floor
But we're still stuck in these walls
So it's deathbeds for us all

White lines across our maps
Across your, across your
White lines across our map
Across your, across your

I will bear the chains once more
To be underground with your mercy
Tonight I'll escape the pavement and the floor
But were still stuck in these walls
So it's deathbeds for us all

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Poison - Lyrics - My American Heart

Title: Poison
Artist: My American Heart
Composer(s): Jesse Barrera, Jeremy Mendez, Steven Oira, Larry Soliman

Lyric:
I would kill to taste the bricks
Of a city not quite so routine, so routine
See me breaking, see me fall
But we're still stuck in these walls

See me breaking, see me fall
So it's deathbeds for us all
But I can't

I will bear the chains once more
To be underground with your mercy
Tonight I'll escape the pavement and the

Now the city has gone under
And my streets are so much colder
Than what was a desert passing us by

See me breaking, see me fall
See me breaking, see me fall into your

I will bear the chains once more
To be underground with your mercy
Tonight I'll escape the pavement and the floor
But we're still stuck in these walls
So it's deathbeds for us all

White lines across our maps
Across your, across your
White lines across our map
Across your, across your

I will bear the chains once more
To be underground with your mercy
Tonight I'll escape the pavement and the floor
But were still stuck in these walls
So it's deathbeds for us all

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Round Here - Lyrics - Across A Wire: Live In New York City - Counting Crows

Title: Round Here
Album: Across A Wire: Live In New York City
Artist: Counting Crows
Composer(s): Matt Malley, Charlie Gillingham, Dave Immergluck, Steve Bowman, Adam Duritz, David Bryson

Lyric:
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you, angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right

Well, I walk in the air between the rain
Through myself and back again
Where? I don't know

Maria says she's dying
Through the door, I hear her crying
Why? I don't know

Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates

Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
And she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus

She parks her car outside of my house and
Takes her clothes off, says she's close to understanding Jesus
And she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous

Round here we're carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions but we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she's slipping though my hands

[Incomprehensible] sleeping children better run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream
Mama's little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning

She says, "It's only in my head"
She says, "Shh, I know it's only in my head"

But the girl on the car in the parking lot
Says, "Man, you should try to take a shot
Can't you see my walls are crumbling?"

Then she looks up at the building
And says she's thinking of jumping
She says she's tired of life
She must be tired of something

Round here she's always on my mind
Round here, hey man, got lots of time
Round here we're never sent to bed early and nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late

I, I can't see nothing, nothing round here
You catch me if I'm falling, you catch me if I'm falling
Will you catch me? 'Cause I'm falling down on you

I said I'm under the gun round here
Oh man, I said I'm under the gun round here
Well I can't see nothing, nothing round here

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All We Got Left Is The Beat - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: All We Got Left Is The Beat
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, Frank Waddy, Walter Morrison, Garry Shider, William Collins, Bobby F Ervin, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Ey, ey, check it out homie
Man, you need to get up out of this spot man
And get a job man before you get smoked man
I know you don't wanna hear it man
But, man, wait, hold up loc you've got company man
Where's my guns?

When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots, rare shots
Swear crack niggas 'cause they're moms missed flips
So black man really care about politics
In the ninety's, our governments so slick

I watch CNN sometimes and I realize
They're playin' tricks on my mind
They want a man to work with his hands
Too young to die, and they don't give a damn

Rare-momma got down on her knees
But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese
I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove
You might cry to my political groove

Rest in peace, sauce brothers underneath
I love you to death while my beat's like a reef
In the middle of the night on the city streets
The only thing we got left is the beat

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh

Who brings guns into the USA?
And then makes sure that they come around the way
Gain the points until the whole race traps
And teach up my woman that she should call up the cops

The projects are hell, wait a, minute
There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an elevator
Say the clubs, I can't get a job
Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin' robbed

I ain't worked, but I ain't workin' for crumbs
You ever seen a man-shelter? Check out the bombs
Brother of pain, their whole lives are over
They spent every dime tryin' not to be sober

And all the ladies got bags of clothes
They'll be your long lost momma, one never knows
The streets are like a nightmare
While the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather chair

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh

Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon
When you need a toga-black, hire black linen
Your ripper's man applause when he can't get a job
He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob

The black women don't understand
'Cause they don't realize what it is to be a black man
In the mornin' a brother feels like a jerk
Seein' black women and white men go to work

So all women fear, the brothers ain't real
'Cause they won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal
Hold my hand while I get it all together
They don't deserve me at times of bad weather

'Cause I'ma make it out the concrete walls
And there's another way besides basketball
Let me go, let me do what I do
I'm red, black and green, then red, white and blue

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

Ridin' in the street you can feel the city heat
A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete
Creepin' I'm standin' on the corner
And you can get robbed if you wanna

Paybacks a mother on the street
You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats
Brothers ride by real slow
You get leary when they got tinted windows

Sittin' on the steps with a blunt
I'm drinkin' valentine, I wasn't raised up front
My aunt Ellie always talked about God
Tell me you never cried 'cause it's so hard
Government got a hell of a plan
But word is born they ain't destroyin' this black man

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

Uh, uh ,uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
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Dimensions - Lyrics - Mythology (4 CD) - Bee Gees

Title: Dimensions
Album: Mythology (4 CD)
Artist: Bee Gees
Composer(s): Maurice Ernest Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Gibb

Lyric:
Hindsight, don't make it right, she givin' me trouble enough
And she's a ball of light
I'm in the tunnel of love with the American dream
And I'm born too soon

A little good luck, never stuck
She got me climbing the walls, got me hard as a rock
Within a city of sin, she got a city block
And she was barkin' at the moon

She likes to show
So many sides to her and I'd be the one to know

When am I gonna go to your dimension?
When am I gonna go to where you are?
When am I gonna go to your dimension?
Dimensions of each other keep us goin' strong

Black knight take a bite, she can double it up
And she's a way of life
Whether dead or alive, she got a fix on me
And I was dancin' in the fire

A little white steam, never seen in every muscle and bone
She was a love machine
She could wrestle me down and get a taste of me
In her web of desire

She changed my world
How can the body know whether it's touchin' me or her?

When am I gonna go to your dimension?
When am I gonna go to where?
When am I gonna go to where you are?
When am I gonna go to your dimension?
Dimensions of each other keep us goin' strong

When am I gonna go to your dimension?
When am I gonna go to where?
When am I gonna go to where you are?
When am I gonna go to your dimension?
Dimensions of each other keep us goin' strong

When am I gonna go to your dimension?
When am I gonna go to where
When am I gonna go to where you are?
When am I gonna go to your dimension?
Dimensions of each other keep us goin' strong

When am I gonna go to your dimension?
When am I gonna go to where?
When am I gonna go to where you are?
When am I gonna go to your dimension?
Dimensions of each other keep us goin' strong

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Obvious Song - Lyrics - Joe Jackson

Title: Obvious Song
Artist: Joe Jackson
Composer(s): Joe Jackson

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Lyric:
There was a man in the jungle, trying to make ends meet
Found himself one day with an axe in his hand
When a voice said, "Buddy, can you spare that tree
We gotta save the world, starting with your land"

It was a rock 'n' roll millionaire from the USA
Doing 3 to the gallon in a big white car
And he sang and he sang 'til he polluted the air
And he blew a lot of smoke from a Cuban cigar

And the stars are looking down
Through a hole in the sky
And if they can see, they cry that's obvious

And the walls are coming down
Between the West and the East
You don't have to be a hippie to believe in peace
That's obvious, obvious

There was a kid in the city selling crack to get by
Got caught one day with a gun in his hand
When a voice said, "Okay, get 'em up in the air
You're too young to live like this but you ain't too fast to die"

Just another foot-soldier in a stupid little war
Another sound-bite on the American scene
Caught between the supplier only dreaming of money
And the demand of the man with money
Who needs a little help to dream

So we starve all the teachers
And recruit more Marines
How come we don't even know
What that means, it's obvious

And the walls are coming down
Between the eagle and the dove
You don't have to be a hippie to believe in love
That's obvious, obvious

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A Trip Out Of Town - Lyrics - Anarchy - Busta Rhymes

Title: A Trip Out Of Town
Album: Anarchy
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): D Sloan, Dominick Lamb, Eugene Raskin, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Yo, it all began like, bust it
My nigga City 'bout to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with a lot of things they want em to flip
I told my nigga get the dough and keep the blau on your hip
Travel safe, you know that I'm a hold it down on the strip
Good lookin', word to mother son I give you my wit
But when I get back, I'm a bounce straight to your crib
On the strength, son slid until you to the Greyhound
Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight outta town

Now, three days pass I'm still on the strip
Doin' hand to hand with twelve collapsible, stashable clips
With little magnets on the side of the clips we planted like a project
When police come we stick the clips in any metal object
Throwin' a nigga on the walls and try to search me down
I laugh knowin' that my stash'll never be found

Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight to the strip
Wit a new floss and shiny shoes on the whip
My nigga hit me with the latest, greatest
He told me get inside the whip so I can know just what the up to date is
He said he fuckin'' wit some Guyanese niggas how ill them niggas is
What kind of dough they get, and how they handle they biz
How they connect with Jamaician niggas who speak American
And how they chains swung a medallion iced out pelicans

And how they stay wit four pounders
And speak American to try to blend in
Like they ain't obvious out of towners
Okay, I've never heard of workers gettin five G's pay
For trips that last for only 2-3 day
How these Guyanese niggas be eatin' pasta but they love Zucchini
Rockin Valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em
Rockin' baseball fitters with wild animal skins on 'em

How they rock silks and tailor made pants
And get a matching bally shoe for the silk to step in the dance
Washrags hangin' from every one of our back pockets
From every fine wine to champagne them niggas'll straight cop it
And set up shops in them neighborhoods that was residential
Rock laced whips while the workers'll floss the latest rentals
How they fuck with arrogant bitches who act pussy
And love to hustle wit niggas and stash coke up in they pussy

After all of that I wanted ones
The way my nigga was talkin' so next trip I went to bounce with son
So now we out of town with Guyanese cats
Up in they gates bubbling packages and layin' wit gats
Shit was slow until the main fiend was offed
Just like a thief in the night
And spread the word that we was back with the white

Ayo why don't you tell that crack head
To close the fuckin' door and shut the fuck up
Yeah man and clean the motherfucking spot up, smell like
Break the fuckin'' breakdown in the working city
Yo go get the plates and the gym star
Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that
Fuck this shit

Yeah, see how we blowin' pa
The lookout niggas holdin' fort like they was watchtowers
Buggin' on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hours
So on and so on, shit is good and we eatin'
First nigga to short a package will catch the most brutal beatin'
The whole town, see we now own it
Carryin' on and blemishing all in the hearts of the best moments
We stackin' cheddar now and shit is all clear
And we was growin' as workin' niggas wit aspiring ideas

We love to floss and the feeling of pushing chrome shit
But in the grand scheme these niggas'll love to have they own shit
Now these niggas was really ready to swell up
We decided to separate from them niggas and make our shit develop
Off in to the wilderness of the wicked Husid
We set up shops and watched the games begin
So now we ballin' like a motherfucker, money was sick
Gas on the cheddar and these bitches ridin' the dick

Fuckin' everything from the local McDonald's bitches
With the biggest ass
To attorney bitches that'll beat a charge fast
We used to takin' niggas' custies and leave they set up on tilt
And watch 'em angrily scheme on the shit that we built
Ain't it funny how shit transpire in fact?
Not too long after our ride we took the winner's stash, house was at
Some niggas tried to run a jook with things in they palm
Not a problem so immediately reach for the John

Right away the gun bust! Straight lifted a nigga
How we moved his organs with kickback, shifted a nigga
Wild shots fire, everybody scatter like rats
Leavin' nothing but gunpowder and a trail of smoke in these gats
Now we got this faggot nigga blood on our hands
But fuck it, determined to fulfill the best of these plans
Shit was hot but we was nowhere near ready to fall
My son said he shot, but he wasn't bleeding at all

Word, I started buggin' when my nigga said he feel cold
Then I looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a little hole
So as we continue to radically blaze the fifth
Flame the iron, not giving a fuck, y'all niggas wanna rip?
Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who tried to judge
One nigga slid and think he got off the hook
Now let me find out one out of them three niggas we bodied
Was one of them Guyanese niggas who buy drinks up for the party

He was the nigga to flood the table with champagnes
Stupid motherfucker tried to front, we had to leak his brain
Suddenly my nigga fell to the floor
And said his legs feel like them shits ain't got no feelin's no more
More the actin' up the more the shit I felt in my gut
The shit was all over as soon as the director said, "Cut!"

That's a wrap, good actin' motherfuckers, good actin'
That's the shit I'm talkin' about
Y'all ready to watch the playback?
Fuck around, that shit'll be a box office smash motherfuckers

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Grown Man Business - Lyrics - New Danger - Mos Def

Title: Grown Man Business
Album: New Danger
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Dante Smith, Barry White, Mark Richardson

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Lyric:
Hear me, see me
Welcome to Soundview projects
Bronx, New York, 10473

Intersection action ribs touching
New gutter smacks replacing the whole Dutchman
Loose Mamis fucking, they definite land mines
Dudes with no right hustle throwing gang signs
Empty in the webbings broke and underpaid
Fighting federal cases with legal aids
The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat
Can get you in a 8 by 5, the Corner's younger

I smell, feel, touch and taste they hunger
Next in line to rep these street signs to they blunder
Under, wiping tears from his eyes facing the felony
These niggaz wanna be pistol Pete without the penalty
His last words, promise me this much in death
Don't let my boy live to retrace my steps
Minne, stay safe, move quiet and get it
If you encounter opposition get a inch from they face with it

Later amigo, digest the day to end discreetly
Sex money and boss
My ties to hear me see me
True villain
Face covered, driving gloves
Commit by my lonely when push comes to shove
They say that grown men lay on they prey
Took shorts in the street

Came back and made up for that with that white sheet
Revenge is best served cold
Get it the same way you give it
This ain't fear I just need to get away with it
Son, stop over here, you looking at me like I'm lame
But I'm looking at y'all like y'all call this the drug game
Grand child hosing sims
Put the heroin in Queens

Put pops freeman on in the early seventies
I sat in rooms with money machines
Drugs sitting 3 feet off of the floor
Cover the smell of the raw
Chest moves like bars scale my connects untimely
King Henry from 12th street flooded the Bronx in the 90's
03 scene MVP and one accord
Boss makes decision, paper wins awards

See me, hear me
Welcome to Brooklyn, New York City 11206
Roosevelt projects, wild rose water the plant

Son, you know what it is
From the moment that you come over the bridge
And if you don't ride with me
I'm gonna show you some shit
I'ma show you where my niggaz stay sure on the mix
I'ma show you where the pain and the poetry is
Ghetto young's spend a lot of time alone in the crib
BET on the screen, walls and posters of big
Hustlers getting dough sitting low on the 6

Blazing up the ambro glow over they wrist
Hop in the game knowing the risk
Still down to load up they clip
Gamblers with hopes of rolling the trip
But when you hear head crack there ain't no rolling again
Snatch the dice and everything you want is going it in
This how it happens, good people, bad habits
Diabetics, crack addicts, asthmatics
Searching for the truth leaping through the holy tablet

The bible, the Quran, or the Ten crack Commandments
Speak on it God, what's today's mathematics
The five day forecast, the Dow Jones average
The price of beer, cigarettes, bread, milk and pampers
Life is a test and we all got the answer
The streets keep calling its hard not answer
And on my Government, my attribute, my all
So it's only natural I holla black and respond
Brooklyn stand up and make 'em all sit down
I call but no [Incomprehensible] we do not fuck around

That's what it is
All day
That's what is niggaz
Official, official
That's how it is niggaz
BX, Bk live all day
Get with it
Grown man business

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Hustler Hall Of Fame - Lyrics - Mickey Avalon - Mickey Avalon

Title: Hustler Hall Of Fame
Album: Mickey Avalon
Artist: Mickey Avalon
Composer(s): Yeshe Perl, Aaron Harris

Lyric:
The road to the top through cross guards and hard knocks
Copper penny times and endless city blocks
Thieves straight as they never been crooked rent-a-cops
Shooting craps in the back of vacant city lots

Free-range circus acts and worthless facts
Dancing in my solar soggy bowl of dick and smack
Fist-fucking fagots at the White on gym mats
Rats run the wire while I'm looking for a match

I go back and forth just like a cameo song
Honeys wanna love me but the line is too long
I make 'em take a number, wake 'em from their slumber
What you know about Mickey? He's a bad motherfucker

Truckers get my digits off the stalls of rest stops
I'm sick on the microphone like smallpox
Wild-eyed babies go crazy when I rock
Blind old ladies into diabetic shock

'Cause it's all the same when they call my name
Mickey Avalon, hustler hall of fame
There ain't no ball and chain to hold me down
I got a golden smile and a platinum frown

'Cause it's all the same when they call my name
Mickey Avalon, hustler hall of fame
There ain't no ball and chain to hold me down
I got a golden smile and a platinum frown

I flow like an acrobat, go tell your manager
That Mickey Avalon ain't no motherfuckin' amateur
I fly flicks with my dick at your camera
I rip the stick out my girl's Porsche Carrera

I brought your whole formula, just warmin' up
Storm the front line and then I find a spot for lunch
Toxic-proof punch when the loot comes
Rocket boosters with my boots on

Underneath the tundra reach out for the Thundercats
Holds no better than this brother act
I ripped the rubber mats out your lover's pad
And kicked your mother's ass right in front of your dad

Last night, a brass pipe and a flashlight
Smashed my crown and left me down with a black eye
The bad guy, walking over landmines
Who can't die but still cried?

'Cause it's all the same when they call my name
Mickey Avalon, hustler hall of fame
There ain't no ball and chain to hold me down
I got a golden smile and a platinum frown

'Cause it's all the same when they call my name
Mickey Avalon, hustler hall of fame
There ain't no ball and chain to hold me down
I got a golden smile and a platinum frown

Leave your gods and your politics back at home
'Cause I just wanna drink and be left alone
I gotta girl who likes to talk my ear off, see
So when I'm at the bar stay away from me

Don't ask for a smoke or to make some change
I don't care about your kid or your menstrual pains
You can call me rude but I like my solitude
And we don't need to chat while we're playing pool

So stay cool, mister, I wasn't lookin' at your sister
That snuggle toothed sea hag, lips all blistered
Now rack the balls while I'm in the stall
Pissin' out vodka and walkin' up the walls

I turn off the ringer when my lady calls
Don't point your finger unless you want a brawl
I chalk up my cue and sink the eight ball
Then reach into my pocket and light a Pall Mall

'Cause it's all the same when they call my name
Mickey Avalon, hustler hall of fame
There ain't no ball and chain to hold me down
I got a golden smile and a platinum frown

'Cause it's all the same when they call my name
Mickey Avalon, hustler hall of fame
There ain't no ball and chain to hold me down
I got a golden smile and a platinum frown

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Hot Thing - Lyrics - Ear Drum - Talib Kweli

Title: Hot Thing
Album: Ear Drum
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Gregg Diamond, Talib Kweli Greene, Johnny Guitar Watson, William Adams

Lyric:
Yeah, special dedication
I'm sending this one out to you
And you and you and you
I said to you and you and you

She cold blooded, I love how we meltin' the ice
She like the sunshine of my life
'Coz all I see is a hot thing and you're my hot thing
And you're my hot thing and you're my hot thing

Word, you keep my dark sky lit up at night
So bright that you blindin' my sight
'Cuz all I see is a hot thing and you're my hot thing
And you're my hot thing and you're my hot thing

Word, somebody like a flick, it got surprisin' twists
I write the script, the main character, your thighs and hips
Award for best supportin' role go to your eyes and lips
The way you move your body got 'em stiff like a hieroglyph

I watched you dance across the floor to the title track
You 'bout to get me 'Off The Wall' like you Michael Jack'
I make a scribe in your beauty, my sacred duty
I will write a song, write a book, write a play, make a movie

Hey, hey, hey, hey, special dedication

Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it

Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it

Yo, I love your country ass, I love your city sass
I love how your normal ways, you catch so pretty fast
These dudes are pretty crass, harass you in your past
I love how you snap back and get the last laugh

I love the way your crib smell like Votivo candle incense
The white voice you use on the phone when you handle business
I love it when you freaky, I love when you a lady
Rockin' door knockers from the late 80s, raisin' babies

I love her, God bless you, your body somethin' special
I love to play connect the dots with your facial freckles
No need for fashion policin' because I love your style
Whatever happen to Shanice, baby, 'I Love Your Smile?

I might be fallin' in love, should I let her know?
A pimp told me if I love her, I should let her go
I sing her praises every time they play this instrumental
'Coz she instrumental to my life, to my life, to my life

Hey, hey, hey, hey, special dedication

Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it

Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it

I love how we meltin' the ice
You like the sunshine of my life
'Coz all I see is a hot thing and you're my hot thing
And you're my hot thing and you're my hot thing

Word, you keep my dark sky lit up at night
So bright that you blinding my sight
'Coz all I see is a hot thing and you're my hot thing
And you're my hot thing and you're my hot thing

Word, lemme take you by the hand
You need to tell your man, don't fight it, damn
Have you groupied out like excited fans
I promise you'll be climbin' walls like Spider-Man
Knees bucklin', you'll hit the floor when you try to stand up

So you drop it like it's hot, oh so heavy
You and me, we can leave now, we can go steady
How about we be jetty because I'm so ready
To bounce like a '64 Chevy, word

Hey, hey, hey, hey, special dedication

Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it

Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it

Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it

Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it

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Pour Wax - Lyrics - Hustler's P.O.M.E. - Jim Jones

Title: Pour Wax
Album: Hustler's P.O.M.E.
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): H Rell, Jim Jones

Lyric:
Yeah, you pour wax on the table, uh huh, and you set it on fire
Uh, yeah, you know
This that dope boy shit, nigga
Ya smell me, fuck wit ya

Your reign on the top, short like leprechauns
I came through in drops, Porches and heavy charms
And I came from the block, was flawless with ex-cons
And we aimin' them glocks, of course, ready to bomb

Now I done seen a custy cop four pies of the same gear
I also seen a nigga cop four rides in the same year
The concrete jungle, no trees to swing from
This weed and gettin' drunk and heaters gettin' dumped

Or hit the highway, nigga, key's up in the trunk
Back up in the city with some skeezers in the trunk
I ain't a player but I do my dirt, dawg
Drop top 'Cedes better move when it murk off

I got it swayin' to the left lane
Plus a nigga coughin' 'cause the haze give me chest pain
Yes, mothafucka, the boys are back with my vest
And I'm tucked up with my boys in back, fucka

You don't want it with them niggas
While you haters steady bitchin', my niggas gettin' richer
Bet you're mad 'cause we ballin', bet you're mad 'cause we scorin'
If he get outta line, put his punk ass in the coffin

Nigga, we the regime, Byrdgang, we the truth
Even four in sedan, I'm swervin' in the coupe
Oak wood in interior, suede on the roof
Now shoot back, now shoot back

Ah man, Hell Rell, he on the same bullshit again
Same black hoodie, ya same fo' fifth again
Bitches stop likin' me but now they on my dick again
See me in that Aston with my chain glistenin'

Yeah, I'm bustin' off the chrome, yeah, I'm 'bout to off your dome
Kill a mother and a father, kids go to foster homes
Yeah, I like to floss the chrome, nigga, leave the boss alone
See my neck and my wrist, I'm rockin' with a cost for homes

Homie, they don't call me Ruger for nothin'
Back out on these bitch niggas, get that Ruger to dumpin'
So don't run up on me, nigga, you know I stay with it
G'd up from my beef and brocks, to the Oakland A's, fitted

That's the bottom to the top, you seen the bottom of the pot
I got it white, I got it tan, it's either you coppin' or you not
Nigga, jets is pullin' off and you stuck on the curb
D I P, B G, fuck what you heard

You don't want it with them niggas
While you haters steady bitchin', my niggas gettin' richer
Bet you're mad 'cause we ballin', bet you're mad 'cause we scorin'
If he get outta line, put his punk ass in the coffin

Nigga, we the regime, Byrdgang, we the truth
Even four in sedan, I'm swervin' in the coupe
Oak wood in interior, suede on the roof
Now shoot back, now shoot back

We all strapped in the ride, I ain't talkin' like the elderly
Yak when we drive, like we rollin' fuckin' felony
Trap to survive, get the buck, sellin' keys, it's hard to get by
That's why we puff hella weed

But if this high don't come down
I feel the walls spinnin' like the sky gon' come down
I need air, top of the ride, gon' come down
And I swear I stay fly when I jump out

Jewled up in ice, that bent that dude like
Spyder 430 with the bluish lights
Got the coupe, bright, but we still shoot dice
For my niggas on the Eastside, this is true life

You don't want it with them niggas
While you haters steady bitchin', my niggas gettin' richer
Bet you're mad 'cause we ballin', bet you're mad 'cause we scorin'
If he get outta line, put his punk ass in the coffin

Nigga, we the regime, Byrdgang, we the truth
Even four in sedan, I'm swervin' in the coupe
Oak wood in interior, suede on the roof
Now shoot back, now shoot back

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Underwater - Lyrics - Fishscale - Ghostface Killah

Title: Underwater
Album: Fishscale
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): A. Martin, Larry Mizell, David Hurst Batteau, Daniel Dumile, Dennis Coles, M. Dixon

Lyric:
Yo, aiyo, I'm lost underwater, I see a pink dog with a crystal handle
So I keep swimmin', amazed that I'm not drownin'
Butterflies took control when I arrived
I opened the door, no, I knocked first

I'm not on my turf, I seen a ray of lights that resemble live fireworks
Some mermaids with Halle Berry haircuts flashin' they tail
Like follow me, now, don't be afraid

I'ma show you where all the jinns and spirits pray
If you scared to face this life, you shouldn't stay
So, I kept on swimmin', grabbed on to her fin to help me out

As we got close I seen the boat all shot up with his anchor out
Then she asked me politely what I'm thinkin' about
I said nuttin', she said nuttin' leaves nuttin'
If you fill me up, bet this'll bring that out

I seen rubies, diamonds, smothered under octopus
Jellyfish sharks soar, aquaproof pocketbook
Pearls on the mermaid girls
Gucci belts that they rock for no reason from a different world

Up ahead lies Noah's Ark but that's waves away
And way to the right, that's one of our bangin' spas
She quoted I took notice, Spongebob in the Bentley Coupe
Bangin' the Isleys, he slow backed up

Then he passed me swoop, seen his chick eyein' me hard
He got vexed and smacked his boo
Took off, continued my travels, seen a rock from the Titanic
Lookin' fat and, nah, it wasn't damaged

Then I seen somethin' real big, sky blue and gold
with white walls, behind a large city
That was lost before Christ walked the walk
Upon the waters that's so bright

Every time we got close the mermaid held on tight
All I heard was "Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar
Bismillah ar-Rahman, ar-Raheem?, Allah screamed
That we heard from afar

Everyone salat and the world's banginest mosque got crowded in
With life that I can't explain
They said sir, yes, I'm glad you came
Greeted me with Qu'rans and Torahs
Prayed after that we said, ?Amen?

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Ghetto Life - Lyrics - Birdman - Birdman

Title: Ghetto Life
Album: Birdman
Artist: Birdman
Composer(s): Dewayne Carter, Dean. K C Giles, Terrance Quaites, Brian Williams

Lyric:
Ok, we got the Birdman in the building
We got Killa in the building
We got Young Weezy in the building

Nigga, it's B.M, J.R, Weezy, baby
Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty
An' I ain't speakin' Gs, I'm talkin' M
An' I'm walkin' like a pimp in them all street tims

Man, shorty got more green than a Boston Gems
Green Austen, they don't cost in rims
Wayne appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear
Let ya know a fuckin' boss up in here

How much it cost for this here? How much it cost for this year?
'Cuz Me an' Stunna 'bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, cash money off the diet
I pass in a ride on triot, that's traze
But those who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay

I'm raised in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazin' grace
An' prone to move coke at a amazin' pace
Man, my daddy, super Dave, let's race it
Real, not have me, B. I'ma win it, I'm a champ

In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy
Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can blow up
For ghetto me an' you best to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto life

See, I ride on them shake when I'm pimpin' them hoes
Just that Sunshine City, when I'm smokin' that dro
When it comes to this ice, real livin' his life
Get money, pimpin' hoes with these ghetto type

Nigga, check the background, I got O.G. stripe
Just a hood rich nigga, flippin' birds on a bike
Not survive in this world with guns, pahs an' knifes
Pour out a lil' liquor, mami lost her life

All my niggaz in the penitentiary, holdin' that life
See I'm stunnin' for my niggaz with this chromed out pipes
This swish interry foreign German lifes
An' I keep this big toolie just protect my ice

I act, a damn fool, when I'm full of that white
But it's the Birdman, Daddy, with these ghetto stripes
Ghetto hood, ghetto pipe
Ghetto walk, with my ghetto life

In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy
Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can blow up
For ghetto me an' you best to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto life

Ayyo, the duck just born, I need seven more leaders
C.Five, Fo' Fum an' a 74 fever
Act up though I let the 4 fever leave ya
Dice game, head crack, 64 fever

When I'm in L.A., I got 64 fever
An' a fever for the flava of a six foot diva
I told the po' to feave her, I'm about to crook
Out to just, not a chef, but I know how to cook

With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks
Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block
Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo spots
That's how coke for that cook up his watch

I'm one of those, that will look up to Pac
'Cuz when I get pulled over, cook up the cops
All they say is, look at his drop
Hand on my license, look at his watch

But, thug shit, dog, we down with Baby
We come through clownin', baby
An' if we, surrounded babies, duck tape the kids to the wall
Then shoot circle all around the baby, Killa

In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy
Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can blow up
For ghetto me an' you best to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto life

It's nothin', man, Killa, Diplomats, Cash Money, Baby, holla
Jim Jones, Santana, what's good? Roc-a-Fella
Birdman, fly to hood near you, then they got 'em cheap
Yeah, ya know, ya know, get that call out one more time

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Who Am I - Lyrics - Lord Tariq &Amp; Peter Gunz

Title: Who Am I
Artist: Lord Tariq &Amp; Peter Gunz
Composer(s): Peter Pankey, Floyd E P Wilcox, Sean T Hamilton, Dave A Atkinson

Lyric:
What, yo yo yo yo
I'm broken down from keys to Oz's to grams
And being sold in city blocks moving hand to hand
Who am I?
You can find me on a corner of your block
And I'm boning powder forming transform into a rock
Who am I?

I suck the life out of a nigga put your dick in the sand
I'm transported through borders for grams
So who am I?
Small and white like shining so bright
Might take your son's life in the middle of the night
Who am I?

Chopped down a hundred packs for hundred stacks
And I'm sold through a hole through the wall, I'm controlling you all
So who am I?
My pipe game is wicked
And an hour get you by and it can be kinda fitted
Who am I?

I might last for five minutes, but that's all right
Because that 25 Mitch will get you high all night
So who am I?
I'm born to kill blacks
And I'm made in the U.S. I'm known as crack

So who am I?
Very small, and I stashed in walls
(Who am I?)
I get you high and I'm smoked in halls
(Who am I?)
You must come if hear me call

So who am I?
I'm kinda wild, I do a killing with a smile
(Who am I?)
I move in file when you hear me go blau
(Who am I?)
I'm Teflon so how you like me now?
So who am I?

Yo, I travel at the speed of light and it ain't right
And I quick to run up and take your life in the night
I hang with cops and thugs and they call me slugs
Just like Christmas I light shit up

I got cousins and clips
That hang around bloods and crips
Mostly found around your drugs and whips
Find me in a artery

Somewhere in your body
While your lying there leaking
Looking at Lord saying, "Soddy"
I was shot at the best

(Fly)
Hit many vests
But 9 out of 10 I pierce through many chests
Colorblind, hell if I'm not like fuck it
Kids and ladies and even babies kick the bucket

S'more like a rich bitch in the store shopping
Seven I pop, there'll be a lotta niggas dropping
Majority, minority die when I fuck
But I mean I'm just a bullet and I don't give a fuck

I'm kinda wild, I do a killing with a smile
(Who am I?)
I move in file when you hear me go blau
(Who am I?)
I'm Teflon so how you like me now?
Who am I?

Unseen and I'm quick to do a killing
(Who am I?)
I move fast and I laugh at penicillin'
(Who am I?)
The type of nigga that'd make ya die
So who am I?

You can find me in your body if you don't use protection
It's fifty cent all your fucking life learn a lesson
I'm small but deadly, break a nigga down
I know you heard my name 'cause nigga I get around

Now I pray on the ones who lust for sex and drugs
Shooting out dicks and needles polluting your blood
When I see you, and I see you
Corrupt and I'm up and who you fucking, who she fucking

Yo, I'm the biggest nigga on your block
And I kill more niggas than your glock, like or not
I'm outta control, pull your body outta your soul
Than I laugh as I watch your family watch you fold

Now you can catch me but can't kill me
Try to scare but you can't feel me
Mothafuckers just don't hear me in the year 2010
Probably be the end, I just spread around the world and I do it again

Unseen and I'm quick to do a killing
(Who am I?)
I move fast and I laugh at penicillin'
(Who am I?)
The type of nigga that'd make ya die
So who am I?
What, what

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Too Much For Me (Remix) - Lyrics - Dj Kayslay

Title: Too Much For Me (Remix)
Artist: Dj Kayslay
Composer(s): Mark Curry, Bernard Edwards, Nasir Jones, Inga Marchand, Nile Rodgers, Amerie Mi Marie Rogers, Bryan Williams, Joe Woolfolk

Lyric:
Check, check it out
Kayslay, what up, baby?
(Yeah)
Uh, Ame'
(Check it out)
Haha, Bravehearts, c'mon

Said it ain't too much for me
To have you next to me
I can't believe it, all the things I do
To keep you loving me

And it's just too much for me
To not have you by my side
'Cause no matter what you're going through
You know that I'm gon' ride, yeah

You a brave girl? I'm a Braveheart
In carhartand Champion Hoodies
You in the Benz Buggy with the fullies
I ride beside ya, we about to pull a all nighter

I'm 'Super Freak' like Rick James
Sex in rangers, parked on dangerous blocks
You like it when the strangers watch
I'm looking out for cops, you a girl with no fear

People put ya hands in the air for the GQ man of the year
That Bentley or polstry leather
The leather that be up in the coats I wear
Wherever I go so there ya have it

Cashmere fabrics, never caught in last year's garments
Holsters under armpits, chauffeurs and the charms lit
And a coat is holding on the Don's wrist
She got the ill Will chain on
Turquoise boots saying 'God's Son', this the theme song

Said it ain't too much for me
To have you next to me
I can't believe it, all the things I do
To keep you loving me

And it's just too much for me
To not have you by my side
'Cause no matter what you're going through
You know that I'm gon' ride, yeah

You know the size of this shit, I flips it quickly
Lose this trouble 'fore these people get with me
Holla at my hoes 'cause I dip my bitches
From gold to platinum from rag to riches

I'm the boss of the boss, the pimp shotcaller
Worldwide Rider in a Benz with a spoiler
In your city, tear yo mall up
Pimp fly bitches and tear their walls up

Dress nice, I'm super neat
Ice on white wit' 3's on her feat
Worldwide rider, I'm coast to coast
From Europe, Japan, I gets that dough

Send out 2, I get back 4
Yo, broad around me, I'm a lace that hoe
Smoke 'dro, redo my whips
Redo my chips this, the bird man bitch

Said it ain't too much for me
To have you next to me
I can't believe it, all the things I do
To keep you loving me

And it's just too much for me
To not have you by my side
'Cause no matter what you're goin' through
You know that I'm gon' ride, yeah

BK, I throw it up, feet stay manoloed up
Cris air canary, all these niggaz hear me
Lou Vuitton, Lou Batten
Bring fever, cock sucker when Foxy throw it on

I speak how I feel, I'm a Fox 5 General
Y'all rap bitches is all so subliminal
That's why I ones them every time I pass 'em
Frontin' wit' young G, the Fox 5 Captain

So which hoe wanna fuck wit' huns?
So come we dun ta push a dem one by one, whoa
Now make me bust off mi big Magnum
Spray off in the lobby, call us the Shower Posse

The Don Gogen, come through stylin' hard
But 2 goons from the Sherlock Squadron
It be a bachelor that Fox them sparrin'
And leave y'all niggaz on the sideline starvin'

Said it ain't too much for me
To have you next to me
I can't believe it, all the things I do
To keep you loving me

And it's just too much for me
To not have you by my side
'Cause no matter what you're going through
You know that I'm gon' ride, yeah

I, I, I wanna get to know you
I, I, I want you with me
I, I, I just want to show you
You belong to me

I, I, I wanna get to know you
I, I, I want you with me
I, I, I just want to show you
You belong to me

Said it ain't too much for me
To have you next to me
I can't believe it, all the things I do
To keep you loving me

And it's just too much for me
To not have you by my side
'Cause no matter what you're going through
You know that I'm gon' ride, yeah

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Tortured Soul Asylum - Lyrics - Midian - Cradle Of Filth

Title: Tortured Soul Asylum
Album: Midian
Artist: Cradle Of Filth
Composer(s): Adrian Erlandsson, Paul Allender, Robin Eaglestone, Martin Powell, Daniel Davey, Guiseppe Piras

Lyric:
Oh, sweet Midian
I burn for thee at the heart
Don't despair me
Come bare me on wings
Of graveyard robbed leather
To where pleasure rings deep secrets
In spurts after dark

Under full moons waxing lyrically
Death's poetry floods the soul
Like the freezing seed of a Demon freed
To curse the stars with vertigo

And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide
Slick rifts twist obsidian thighs
Hymeneal gates to darker sides
A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies

Midian

Haunted by this portent
This obsession in my mind
With a city that sunk below
Tall Cedar groves and graves sublime

Sporting their importance
Marble wings spread to the skies
A vale of dreams that it would seem
The daylights race to leave behind

These visions struck like a furious fuck
Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls
Flashes of lust to dust
Splashed across my psychic pall
As hybrid lovers reached their cusp
With final thrusts I saw it all

Forbidden Midian
A long fabled Judecca
With sanctities of sin
To rival Heaven
Free of Eden's tragic wreck

Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault
Gaunt, haunched edifices
Midst lightfingered mists
From whence more awful shadows
Drew back rusted bolts
And dared a threshold
The searing sun had knelt to kiss

Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth
The Tribes of Christ will not forgive
And shall not suffer its kind to live
For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs

Or their waltz so sibilant
Through the gathering gloom
But from flumes of the moon in bloom
Baring cache a face effaced
And raped in the womb

In hidden Midian
A Vatican lying in state
For the sanctity of sin
To rival Heaven
Free of Eden's tragic wreck

Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault
Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters
Haunched, flaunted orifice
Midst lighter fingered mists
Whilst I watched without revolt
Carnalities few beasts permit

Between the dog and wolf
Bared fangs met in intercourse
A nightly rite of teeth and cunt
For those below, who rose to hunt

Sor sights that preyed on me for days
And in Laudenum's haze
I painted them all

The slew of sith and kin
I drew in blood, my veins in thrall
To deathugees at peace within
Crotesques, wolves in womens skins
The raven winged and missing limbed
Suicides and split thighed Seraphim

And marble stairs
Stargrazers dare
Ascend like prayer
As smoke or ghost or lithe nightmares

Under fullmoons waxing lyrically
Death's poetry floods the soul
Like the recking weed of a Demon freed
To curse the star with vertigo

And in their dance, in trance I prise wide
Slick rifts twist obsidian thighs
Hymeneal gates to other sides
A labyrinth wherein Midian hides

Midian

I know I've seen
Through the blackbacked mirrors in sanity
Lucent prides amassed in last retreat
Prurient souls but no more freaks
Than those leashing dreams at harm's length from me

And just like grim ascension prophecies
My revenge, carved deep, will be
A grisly plot that reads
Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams
When my Devil-iverers come from fog for me

Please come for me

Exhuming the moon
Through the bars in my room
The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through
But no genobites aprosides
Rise to claim me for you

No! no! no! no! no! no
Don't leave me here in this storm weathered cell
No! no! no no no no
With prophets and losses
And dead men from crosses
My fate is a preview of derelict Hell

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