You And The Night And The Music - Lyrics - Pointless Nostalgic - Jamie Cullum

Title: You And The Night And The Music
Album: Pointless Nostalgic
Artist: Jamie Cullum
Composer(s): Howard Dietz, Arthur Schwartz

Lyric:
You and the night and the music
Fill me with flaming desire
Setting my being completely on fire
You and the night and the music
Thrill me but will we be one
After the night and the music are done

Until the pale light of dawn and in daylight
Hearts will be throbbing guitars
Morning will come without warning and take away the stars
If we must live for the moment
Love ?til the moment is through
After the night and the music die, will I have you?

Until the pale light of dawn and in daylight
Hearts will be throbbing guitars
Morning will come without warning and take away the stars
If we must live for the moment
Love ?til the moment is through
After the night and the music die, will I have you?

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Paradise Knife And Gun Club - Lyrics - Lonestar - Lonestar

Title: Paradise Knife And Gun Club
Album: Lonestar
Artist: Lonestar
Composer(s): Chris Rains

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Lyric:
Joe Bob was rough as a cob
And prone to blow his stack
Kenny Dean was in a suicide scene
Sneaking behind Joe's back

Sneaking around with Joe's girl, June
She liked the boys in the band
And when they all got together on Saturday night
It was easy to understand, why

They called it Saturday night at
The Paradise Knife and Gun Club
And there's drinking and dancing
To the music of Bobby Lee and the Blackjacks

It was Saturday night at
The Paradise Knife and Gun Club
If you was looking for some trouble
You could find it, I guarantee

Now the owner of the place was a man named Jack
And he wouldn't take talking back
He was married to a woman named May
She took up the slack

He knocked you out and she'd drag you out
And leave you in the parking lot
And when you wake up in the morning with a busted head
You're just happy that was all you got

On Saturday night at
The Paradise Knife and Gun Club
And there's drinking and dancing
To the music of Bobby Lee and the Blackjacks

It was Saturday night at
The Paradise Knife and Gun Club
If you was looking for some trouble
You could find it, I guarantee

Well, the night Joe Bob found out
That Kenny Dean was sneaking around with June
He caught Bobby Lee and the band
In the middle of an old Hank Williams tune

Bobby Lee cried out your cheatin' heart
And that was just the spark it took
And when the fighting got started
Everybody took part and that whole damn building shook

Until the sheriff came out and he stopped the bout
Hauled everybody to jail
When the judge saw the blood and the chewed up ears
He turned a whiter shade of pale

He said, good God ya'll
What's happened here, somebody start a World War III
Well, Kenny Dean just grinned the best he could
Said, your Honor, it seems to me

Like it was just another Saturday night
At the Paradise Knife and Gun Club
And there's drinking and dancing
To the music of Bobby Lee and the Blackjacks

It was Saturday night at
The Paradise Knife and Gun Club
If you was looking for some trouble
You could find it, I guarantee

Yeah, on Saturday night at
The Paradise Knife and Gun Club
And there's drinking and dancing
To the music of Bobby Lee and the Blackjacks

It was Saturday night at
The Paradise Knife and Gun Club
If you was looking for some trouble
You could find it, I guarantee

Lord, if you was looking for some trouble
You could find it, I guarantee

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American Pie - Lyrics - American Pie - Don Mclean

Title: American Pie
Album: American Pie
Artist: Don Mclean
Composer(s): Don Mclean

Lyric:
A long, long time ago, I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried, when I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside the day the music died

So bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now do you believe in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died

I started singing bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Now, for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me

Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned

And while Lenin read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang 'Dirges In The Dark'
The day the music died

We were singing bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
Landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the half time air was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan's spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died

And they were singing bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

They were singing, bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die

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Touch You - Lyrics - Talib Kweli

Title: Touch You
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Talib Kweli Greene, D West, D Sanford, Tony Cottrell

Lyric:
Oh what's up everybody this is Rick James
Talib Kweli, DJ Hi Tek, reflection eternal

We make the music that change your life
'Bout to touch you just right
All night we gonna shine the light
'Bout to touch you just right

We make the music that change your life
'Bout to touch you just right
All night we gonna shine the light
'Bout to touch you just right

Pia Khan floating on the mighty clouds of joy
Building a future yo for my daughter and baby boy
I moved form the hood yet the shit is still in me
And your opinion is nothing to me

I have plenty like bein' out of prison with a roof over my dome
And possessing the gift such as sparking the microphone
Accumulate the provolone makin' it happen with Talib
A Nattian cat we got 'em snappin' Roberta Flackin' the track and

Killin' em softly with out flossin' but yet the shine is glossy
And where the lyrical train through your brain shit
Strategy pain, I'm on some Clubber Lang shit
With the iron, ain't no use in you trying, I ain't lyin'

Through your ears mesmerize 'em
It's about time the genuine has started risin'
Once again replace bullets with words
Try to make it fun again

We make the music that change your life
'Bout to touch you just right
All night we gonna shine the light
'Bout to touch you just right

We make the music that change your life
'Bout to touch you just right
All night we gonna shine the light
'Bout to touch you just right

If they put my life on the screen then it's got to be the I-Max
I live large stroke your mind, till you reach climax
Terrorist hijack on Hi Tek fly tracks front don't try that
My niggas got my back, you gotta relax, ease back
What's that all about with the feedback?

All up in my mouth we don't need that enjoy life open up a tree sac
Take a trip [Incomprehensible] Asphalt is the place to be at
Where the people fire burn so bright, you can see that believe that
It ain't light music, no, we make the right music, true
Keep it tight music, yes, affirmin' life music, come on

We make the music that change your life
'Bout to touch you just right
All night we gonna shine the light
'Bout to touch you just right

We make the music that change your life
'Bout to touch you just right
All night we gonna shine the light
'Bout to touch you just right

It's like girls got the bass all up in they hips
My favorite part on the face is the shape of the lips
Yeah I wanna touch you there
Your mind is my concubine, when I deliver shivers up your spine

[Incomprehensible]
Like the bread and wine, my brains has embedded with rhymes
That's ahead of they time, I rock with the better design
You cats ain't got the touch you all suck, like getting head from a dime

I run up in 'em and, touch him with the rhythm and
Clutch 'em if they tremblin', it's a rush like adrenaline
At a point break the joint shake when you play this shit
Your crew is haters when we come through with the newest, latest

Reflection eternal
Shine light bright like the day till the sky turn purple
And the moon arrive, reflectin' light through the night
That touch you just right

With the rhythm, the rhythm, God bless the rhythm
It's the rhythm, the rhythm, yes y'all the rhythm
Shorty on the dance floor giving me rhythm
Hi Tek make y'all nod y'all neck to the rhythm and

We make the music that change your life
'Bout to touch you just right
All night we gonna shine the light
'Bout to touch you just right

We make the music that change your life
'Bout to touch you just right
All night we gonna shine the light
'Bout to touch you just right

Clap your hands everybody
Clap your hands everybody
Clap your hands everybody
Come on, clap your hands everybody

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Lo - Evening News - Lyrics - Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine - Cee

Title: Lo - Evening News
Album: Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine
Artist: Cee
Composer(s): Christopher E Martin, Johnny Dankworth, Thomas Decarlo Callaway

Lyric:
And now, the night time

Late in the evening, there is the thieving and the trickin'
And the trappin' and they ain't actin'
We make it happen, we'll get the guns on anyone's
And get to clappin' even for rappin'

Does it surprise ya? We'll readjust
And reconcile and recognize up that I'm a writer
Oh yes I write up, now open wide
And let me put the night inside ya

This is music usually confused with major motion picture
No one is stricter about it being status for scripture
No put on your gut is goin', you're wearin' what don't fit ya
You better run little one, 'cause the rhythm's gonna getcha

And when it hits ya, it usually hits somebody with ya
Make 'em risk a total eclipse of sun to get richer
Baby, a little time and something fine that'll fix ya
With shield love you forgot to remember to miss the

The nightlife, the dark side of the city
Gon' be on 24 inches, and be defenseless
The nightlife, the dark side of my heart
Where no one really knows you and no one supposed you

The nightlife, the dark side of my soul
Where if somebody crossed you, kill 'em up off you
The nightlife, the dark side of the moon
Where the sun is scared to come, give me some

Take me where the darkness is still beautiful
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna go, wanna go

Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha

Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, hey it's gonna getcha
Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha

I'll be your lady, farewell the friend
I'll be honest and I'll pretend
I'll act like I love ya, I'll act like I love ya
You gotta listen to me now

Give me some now

Take me where the darkness is still beautiful

I've been runnin' since rock box, I've cocked locks
And locked blocks, and rocked rocks, and dropped tops
The obviously odd, five foot six inch guard in the flesh
I've been the best, I'll get in your chest and in the mess

In your vest and out your back without even getting out the 'llac
I lied about how I really handled that situation about the AK
I'll hit back if your lead was the only collateral you got I'll get back
Now get flat, say a prayer 'cause shorty want this s*** back, sit back

This chit-chat is pitch black but you can still see what I'm sayin'
And heavy is how I weigh in, niggaz love singin' sad songs
About how bad they want to stay in, either hold out on basketball playin'
Or make use of some yay' then

Lord shooo feel good to me, I promise, I promise
Not to ever, ever leave this night life alone
This me, me too, this me and me three
Have mercy

Take me where the darkness is still beautiful
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna go, wanna go

Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha

Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, hey it's gonna getcha
Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
It's gonna getcha

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Hip Hop Baby - Lyrics - Bone Brothers

Title: Hip Hop Baby
Artist: Bone Brothers
Composer(s): Dwayne Johnson, Edward Jr Hinson, Clifford N Branch, Stanley Howse, Byron Mccane

Lyric:
We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby
We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby

If it wasn't for my music, tell me where would I be, where would I be?
Probably standin' on the hot block, sellin' crack rock
Runnin' them streets, runnin' them streets
I say my music is my best friend, my confidant

I love the way we live as one together we the perfect bunch
Me and my radio doin' ninety on the freeway no other way to go
And I like to feel the rhythm, the beat be bumpin' don't it
And I love to give it to y'all because I know you want it

And if you feel like I feel you love the rhythm and blues
Reggae and jazz, and rock n' roll can be cool
But I'm a hip-hop baby, it's from the heart I never flip-flop baby
Gimme a drank and a song and I'll be stress free kickin' it all night long

It ain't nothin' like hip-hop music careful how you use it
And please don't abuse it when you do it music can keep the party
People dressin' up put your mind in a trans and keep you happy
Give it a chance come on, just flow with the music
Get blowed off with music

When I was thirteen I got the king
I had a dream to be one of the greatest musicians
In life so they remember when I die, I love, I love music
It's got me stayin' alive and if you took my mic right now
One thing you'll never do is take my love away
'Cause I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby

We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby
We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby

Tossin' and turnin' I'm burnin' with different melodies, words
My niggaz tellin' me sellin' it to the world, been rappin'
Since the day I heard Rakim and Dana Dane, Doug E. Fresh
Slick Rick, always been a singer mayne

Late night foster home workin' on perfection
On selection of the songs that I heard was my erection
As for timing was my girl friend Lord of the rap
Said I'm the baddest mamma-jamma, half white and black

Had my babies to Jodeci, six with Serena, little Bri
Bone Bri, Miss Mo, and Shaniqua, little Trey-trey, Destiny
And plus Aaliyah and the newest one is Shelby
I can't wait 'til I see her

They are the music in my physical form since they was born
I been singin' with tears in my eyes as I perform for the whole world
Until I die like confucius tell the world my name is Brian
I'm in love with my music

'Cause I'm a hip-hop baby, 'cause I'm a hip-hop baby
'Cause I'm a hip-hop baby, 'cause I'm a hip-hop

Now everybody got that jam that make you get up, wanna boogie
To the beat now, and if it wasn't for the drums and the strings
And the lyrics that we sing what would life really mean now

Would it be just as fun, would you kick it the same, could you
Live with out it, could you still maintain? My thang is
Crank up the volume, because it helps me escape from my problems
'Til I solve 'em and I'm a solve 'em, it's all music, bone thug music

We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby
We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby

We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby
We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby

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B - Boy Bouillabaisse - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: B - Boy Bouillabaisse
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Matt Dike, John Robert King, Adam Yauch, Adam Horovitz, Michael Simpson

Lyric:
(A) 59 Christie Street

There's a girl over there
With long brown hair
I took her to the place
I threw the mattress in her face

Took off her shirt
Took off her bra
Took off her pants
You know that I saw

A wick-wick-wack

(B) Get On The Mic

One, two

Right about now I'd like to dedicate a song
Out to my main homie, Mike D

Alright, lets kick it
Ready, go

Get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get on the mic, Mike

Let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope, an M.C. you must listen to
People say that they be missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to

You say fuck, that yo holmes, fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus
One half science, and another half soul
Nicknamed Mike D, not Fat Morton Jelly Roll

Got busy in 'Frisco, fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie 'cause you know she never says no

So just get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Get on the mic, Mike

Well Mike D is a special individual
Pulling out knots, and pulling in residuals
Go to the movies get the Rolos, the cholos riding slow and low
Mike on the mic and bust with the solo

Mike, my stromy don't be so selfish
Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat shellfish

At the fever

(C) Stop That Train

It's 4:00 AM, I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose, and so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried, and I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride the Coney Island vacation

This one's dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows,high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token
Riding between the cars, pissing, smoking

Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout
Policeman tell my homeboy "Yo, put that crack out"
You know you light up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post, Fulton St. downtown

Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people going places on the D-Train

{Stop that train, I wanna get off}

Check it

Trench coat wing tip going to work
And you be pulling a train like you're Captain Kirk
Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz

Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the sliding door
Now your stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity

A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
The neck, tortoise. Your Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin'

Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth andbusted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard times

Sat across from a man reading El Diario
Riding the train down from the El Barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
I bought a hot dog. From who? George Drakoulias

(D) Year And A Day

MC, for what I am, and do
The A is for Adam and the lyrics, true

So as pray and hope and the message is sent
And I am living in the dreams that I have dreamt
Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable three
Me and Adam and D were born to MC

And my body and soul and mind are pure
Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure
Just lyrics from I to you recited
Arrested, bailed, but cuffed and indicted

Enter the arena as I take the center stage
The lights set low and the night has come of age
Take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed is special

I am the one and I am the master
I am the king and this is my castle
Dwell in realms of now but videos those of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last

And you can bet your ass

I drop the L when I'm skiing, I'm smoking and peaking
I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
Can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along
Can't stop the smooth runnin's when the shit's running strong

Broke my bindings, the lion with wings
Preaching his word in the B-Boy sing
I am one with myself as I turn to The
I prefer the dreams to the reality

I prefer my life, don't need no other man's wife
Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day
Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day

Come what may

I'm fishing in my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout
Fishing for a line inside my brain
And looking out at the world through my window pane

Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained
Everything has changed but remains the same
So once again the mirror raised
And I see myself as clear as day

And I am going to the limits of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as though Somebody somewhere is testing me
He who sees the end from the beginning of time
Looking forward through all the ages
Is, was, and always shall be
Check the prophetic sections of the pages

Easy rhyme for the Disco Dave
He goes by the name of Disco Dave

Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave
Disco Dave

(E) Hello Brooklyn

Hello Brooklyn

New York, New York, it's a hell of a town
You know the Bronx is up, and I'm Brooklyn down
Because they don't know my name, only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for elected officials

I quit my job, I cut my hair
You know I cut my boss because I don't care
You tried to get slick, you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle

'Cause being as fly as me is something that you never thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a buffalo soldier, broader than Broadway
Keep keepin' on, I don't care what they say

I play my stereo loud, I disturb my neighbors
I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor

'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book, then you will get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you ask a question, then you will get your answer

Her breast, I saw, I reached, I felt
M.O.N.E.Y. the belt
I stay at home just like a hermit
I got the jammy but I don't got the permit

You know why?
You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick
I ride around town cause my ride is fly
I shot a man in Brooklyn {just to watch him die}

(F) Dropping Names

(Take PCP)

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

Well if your world was all black, and if your world was all white
When yhen you wouldn't get much color out of life now, right?
I'm nicknamed Shamrock, but my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the tip because my homey is famous

My name is not O'Houigheighi, nor is it Brian
If I said that I was weak man, you know I'd be a lying
Suckers try to bite, they try to pursue it
{Yea explain to musician. Them knew it, but them can't do it}

(G) Lay It On Me

Lay it on me now
Not so hard man

Yo, I got Chinese eyes and Chinese suits
Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots
More updated on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo

Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
Man you know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the colors, I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me Mike D, Joe Blow, the Lover Man

Well, your face turns as red as your glass of wine
That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time
Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum
'Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Stripe Gum

With that big round butt of yours, I'd like to butter your muffin
I'm not bluffin'
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'
Stuffin', stuffin'

Stuff it buddy

(H) Mike On the Mic

Here's another one for ya'll to peep
It's called MIKE on the MIC, see?

I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait and then she took the tackle
Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter

I've never met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way then they're going to finish me
You might know this, but you've never been to see
If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D

I shed light like cats shed fur
Ride around town like a Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Your Highness
So If you don't know me then pardon my shyness

I live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to
I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it
{It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it}

(I) A.W.O.L

DJ Hurricane

When Mike D's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

Adrock's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

When MCA's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

When Hurricane's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
He goes A.W.O.L.

Saint James in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible], whatchyu gonna do?
Got busy in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Dust Brothers in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Mike G in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Whodini's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Hollis Crew, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?

Jazzy Jay in the house
Bad Brains in the house
Original Concept in the house

Good night Amsterdam

Now I want you all to break this down

To all the girls
To all the girls

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There Only Was One Choice - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: There Only Was One Choice
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F. Chapin

Lyric:
There's a kid out on my corner hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungarees but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made of peach fuzz, his hopes may be the same
But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music game

There are fake patches on his jacket
He's used bleach to fade his jeans
With a brand new stay pressed shirt
And some creased and wrinkled dreams
His face a blemish garden but his eyes are virgin clear
His voice is Chicken Little's, but he's hearing Paul Revere

When he catches himself giggling
He forces up a sneer
Though he'd rather have a milk shake
He keeps forcing down the beer
Just another folkie, late in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar, he left Kid brother with his bike

And he's got Guthrie running in his bones
He's the hobo kid who's left his home
And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones
This boy is staying acoustic

There's Seeger singing in his heart
He hopes his songs will somehow start
To heal the cracks that split apart
America gone plastic

And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth
He's hitching himself way down south
To learn a little black and blues
From old street men who paid their dues
'Cause they knew they had nothing to lose
They knew it, so they just got to it

With cracked old Gibsons and red clay shoes
Playing 1 4 5 chords like good news
And cursed with skin that calls for blood
They put their face and feet in mud
But oh, they learned the music from way down there
The real ones learn it somewhere

Strum your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings, not the things you never did
Inexperience, it once had cursed me
But your youth is no handicap, it's what makes you thirsty

Hey kid, you know you can hear your footsteps
As you're kicking up the dust
And the rustling in the shadows tells you secrets you can trust
The capturing of whispers is the way to write a song
It's when you get to microphones, the music can go wrong

You can't see the audience with spotlights in your eyes
Your feet can't feel the highway from where the Lear jet flies
When you glide in silent splendor in your padded limousines
Only you are crying there behind the silver screen

Now you battle dragons, but they'll all turn into frogs
When you grab the wheel of fortune, you get caught up in the cog

First your art turns into craft then the yahoos start to laugh
Then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to watch the fall
They're the lost ones out there feeding
On the wounded and the bleeding
They always are the first to see the cracks upon the walls

When I started this song I was still thirty-three
The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free
Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker would be
And I fantasized some tragedy'd be soon curtailing me

Well just today I had my birthday, I made it thirty-four
Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed anymore
I've got this problem with my aging, I no longer can ignore
A tame and toothless tabby can't produce a lion's roar

And I can't help being frightened on these midnight afternoons
When I ask the loaded questions
"Why does winter come so soon?"
And where are all the golden girls that I was singing for
The daybreak chorus of my dreams serenades no more

Yeah the minute man is going soft, the mirror's on the shelf
Only when the truth's up there can you fool yourself?
I am the aged jester who won't gracefully retire
A clumsy clown without a net caught staggering on the high wire

Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my waist
Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste
Tomorrow is a daydream, the future's never true
Am I just a fading fire or a breeze passing through?

Hello my Country, I once came to tell everyone your story
Your passion was my poetry
And your past, my most potent glory
Your promise was my prayer
Your hypocrisy my nightmare
And your problems fill my present
Are we both going somewhere?

Step right up young lady
Your two hundred birthdays make you old if not senile
And we see the symptoms there in your rigor mortise smile
With your old folks eating dog food and your children eating paint
While the pirates own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint

And while blood's the only language
That your deaf old ears can hear
And still you will not answer with that message coming clear
Does it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old glory stream
And the buzzards own the carcass of your dream?

Oh B U Y Centennial
Sell 'em pre-canned laughter
America Perennial
Sing happy ever after

There's a dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

Yes I read it in the New York Times
That was on the stands today
It said that dreams were out of fashion
We'll hear no more empty promises
There'll be no more wasted passions
To clutter up our play

It really was a good sign
The words went on to say
It shows that we are growing up
In oh, so many healthy ways
And I told myself this is exactly where I'm at
But I don't much like thinking about that

Harry, are you really so naive?
You can honestly believe
That the country's getting better
When all you do is let her alone
Harry, can you really be surprised?
When it's there before your eyes
When you hold the knife that carves her
You live the life that starves her to the bone

Good dreams don't come cheap
You've got to pay for them
If you just dream when you're asleep
There is no way for them, to come alive, to survive

It's not enough to listen, it's not enough to see
When the hurricane is coming on, it's not enough to flee
It's not enough to be in love we hide behind that word
It's not enough to be alive, when your future's been deferred

What I've run through my body, what I've run through my mind
My breath's the only rhythm and the tempo is my time
My enemy is hopelessness, my ally honest doubt
The answer is a question that I never will find out

Is music propaganda, should I boogie, rock and roll
Or just an early warning system hitched up to my soul
Am I observer or participant or huckster of belief
Making too much of a life so mercifully brief?

So I stride down sunny streets and the band plays back my song
They're applauding at my shadow, long after I am gone
Should I hold this wistful notion that the journey is worthwhile
Or tiptoe cross the chasm with a song and a smile?

Well I got up this morning, I don't need to know no more
It evaporated nightmares that had boiled the night before
With every new day's dawning, my kid climbs in my bed
And tells the cynics of the board room your language is dead

And as I wander with my music through the jungles of despair
My kid will learn guitar and find his street corner somewhere
There he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice
And show his minstrel Hamlet daddy that there only was one choice

Strum your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings not the things you never did
Inexperience, it once had cursed me
But your youth is no handicap, it's what makes you thirsty, hey kid

Strum your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings not the things you never did

Dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

The dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

Yeah the dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

Come on
Yeah the dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow

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Skate - Lyrics - Miss Thang - Monica

Title: Skate
Album: Miss Thang
Artist: Monica
Composer(s): Dallas Austin, Gregory Green, Glenda Hudson, Colin Wolfe, Terry Morgan, Dave Roberson, Al Hudson, Jonathan Meadows

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Lyric:
Everybody skate to the music, put your hands in the air
Don't stop till it grooves you and you feel it everywhere
Just skate to the music till you feel it going on
Don't stop till you lose it, baby, everybody skate

It's Sunday night and we're about to have a ball
The place is packed been thinkin' 'bout it all day long
People are jammin' and waiting for their favorite song
With everyone in a world of their own

Can't wait to get up on the floor
And bounce around to the sounds
And don't just sit up on the wall
Get down, baby get down

Everybody skate to the music, put your hands in the air
Don't stop till it grooves you and you feel it everywhere
Just skate to the music till you feel it going on
Don't stop till you lose it, baby, everybody skate

The beat is bumpin', the lights are movin' to the groove
All in the light, we roll until the night is through
Only a minute before it puts you in the mood
And from there it's all up to you

Can't wait to get up on the floor
And bounce around to the sounds, yeah
Don't just sit up on the wall
Get down, baby get down

And everybody skate to the music, put your hands in the air
Don't stop till it grooves you and you feel it everywhere
Just skate to the music till you feel it going on
Don't stop till you lose it, baby

And everybody skate to the music, put your hands in the air
Don't stop till it grooves you and you feel it everywhere
Just skate to the music till you feel it going on
Don't stop till you lose it, baby

Everybody skate, skate, skate, yeah baby
Everybody skate, skate, skate
Get down to the music

Everybody skate to the music, put your hands in the air
Don't stop till it grooves you and you feel it everywhere
Just skate to the music till you feel it going on
Don't stop till you lose it, baby

Everybody skate to the music, put your hands in the air
Don't stop till it grooves you and you feel it everywhere
Just skate to the music till you feel it going on
Don't stop till you lose it, baby

Everybody skate, skate, skate
Just skate, skate, skate
Everybody skate, skate, skate
Just skate

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All Day And All The Night - Lyrics - Flunk

Title: All Day And All The Night
Artist: Flunk
Composer(s): Ray Davies

Lyric:
Hello, go ahead man
Yeah, I'd just like to say
Let's have some music now, huh
OK

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

The only time I feel alright
The only time I feel alright
The only time I feel alright
Is by your side

The only time I feel alright
The only time I feel alright
The only time I feel alright
Is by your side

I?m not content to be with you in the daytime
(Ooh)
Girl I want to be with you all of the time
I believe that you and me last forever
(Ooh)
Oh yeah, all day and nighttime yours, leave me never

I?m not content to be with you in the daytime
(All of the day and all of the night)
Girl I want to be with you all of the time
(All of the day and all of the night)

I believe that you and me last forever
(All of the day and all of the night)
Oh yeah, all day and night time yours, leave me never

The only time I
The only time I feel alright
The only time I feel alright
The only time I feel alright
Is by your side

The only time I feel alright
The only time I feel alright
The only time I feel alright
Is by your side

Girl I want to be with you all of the time
(All of the day and all of the night)
Girl I want to be with you all of the time
(All of the day and all of the night)

Girl I want to be with you all of the time
(All of the day and all of the night)
Girl I want to be with you all of the time
(All of the day and all of the night)

All of the day and all of the night
All of the day and all of the nights
All of the day and all of the night
All of the day and all of the nights

All of the day and all of the night
All of the day and all of the nights
All of the day and all of the night
All of the day and all of the nights

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Music For Love - Lyrics - Mario

Title: Music For Love
Artist: Mario
Composer(s): Jerrod Stacy, Theron Makiel Thomas, Timothy Jamahli Thomas

Lyric:
Right about now

Girl, turn me up
And let me come through your speakers
Blow the sound out of your tweeters
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

Shawty, don't be scared
Just let the bass line hit you
Boom, boom, all up in your system
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

Girl, let my frequency just flow through your body
Get this party started 'cause baby, baby
Girl, this is the music for love

Put me on repeat, girl
Let's go again and again
No matter AM or FM
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

Wow, we could play the music loud
Whenever nobody's around
'Cause if the sound, it starts to wake up the neighbors
We gonna have to turn it down, down, down, down

I'm about to have a real eruption
There's gonna be no interruptions
Baby, come push my buttons
I'll show you all my functions

Press play and let me start
Fast forward to your favorite part
After we done hit rewind
We'll go back to the top

Girl, turn me up
And let me come through your speakers
Blow the sound out of your tweeters
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

Shawty, don't be scared
Just let the bass line hit you
Boom, boom, all up in your system
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

Girl, let my frequency just flow through your body
Get this party started 'cause baby, baby
Girl, this is the music for love

Put me on repeat, girl
Let's go again and again
No matter AM or FM
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

I'll keep you moving your body
I'll be the DJ that turns this private party out
I'll play your favorite song
From my iTunes to your iPod, girl

Girl, I know how to put it on computer love
And we'll do this all night long
And you can sing along
Just as long as you sing in my microphone

Oh, you ain't gotta worry about parental advisory
'Cause girl, we're grown
And the music we're making
Baby, we're making for love

Girl, turn me up
And let me come through your speakers
Blow the sound out of your tweeters
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

Shawty, don't be scared
Just let the bass line hit you
Boom, boom, all up in your system
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

Girl, let my frequency just flow through your body
Get this party started 'cause baby, baby
Girl, this is the music for love

Put me on repeat, girl
Let's go again and again
No matter AM or FM
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

You miss me on the hotline, yeah
Tell the DJ to play it all night, girl
When you call let me hear what you sound like
Girl, we in heavy rotation
Girl, I'll be all on your station, let me know

You miss me on the hotline, yeah
Tell the DJ to play it all night, girl
When you call let me hear what you sound like, girl
Baby, we in heavy rotation
Girl, I'll be all on your station, let me know

Girl, turn me up
And let me come through your speakers
Blow the sound out of your tweeters
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

Shawty, don't be scared
Just let the bass line hit you
Boom, boom, all up in your system
'Cause baby, this is the music for love

Girl, let my frequency just flow through your body
Get this party started 'cause baby, baby
Girl, this is the music for love

Put me on repeat, girl
Let's go again and again
No matter AM or FM
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

You miss on the hotline, yeah
Tell the DJ to play it all night, girl

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Back &Amp; Forth - Lyrics - Aaliyah

Title: Back &Amp; Forth
Artist: Aaliyah
Composer(s): George Clinton, Bernard Worrell, William Earl Collins, Robert Kelly, George Jr Clinton, Philippe Wynn, David L Spradley, Garry M Shider

Lyric:
Let me see you go back
(Who is the L I Y A H?)
Let me see you come forth
Now let me see you go back
(Who is the L I Y A H?)
Let me see you come forth
Uh, now let me see you go back
(Who is the L I Y A H?)
Let me see you come forth
Uh, let me see you go back
(Who is the L I Y A H?)
Now let me see you come forth, yeah

It's Friday
(Hey)
And I'm ready to sing pick up my girls
And hit the party scene
Tonight oh it's alright, hmm
So get up and let this funky mellow grove get you in the mood
'Cause you know it's alright, yeah
(So Mr. D.J. keep the music groovin')
Keep on groovin'
(Don't stop movin')
Don't stop movin'
Let me see you, let me see you go

(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Go back
Let me see you go
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
Alright
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
I wanna see you go
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
Come on
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Let me see you go
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
See you go back and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)

Now's the time for you
To make your move to the dance floor
(Ho)
So throw your hands in the air
(Yea)
And wave them around like you just don't care
(Why)
Ya oh it's the L I Y A H livin' up to the stage
I got Jazz personality, G mentality, beats of soul train
(So Mr. D.J. keep the music groovin')
Keep on groovin'
Don't stop moving
Know let me see you go back and forth
Back and forth

(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Ah oh
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Ah oh
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Come on and let me see you go

Hey here's the forth mellowed get upon the floor you see
(Hey)
Show your personally be who you wanna be now tell me
Can you feel the groove
Hey I want to get this party goin' on all night
(So Mr. D.J. keep the music groovin')
Keep on groovin'
Don't stop moving
Know let me see you go back and forth
Back and forth

(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Alright
Let me see you go oh
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
Go back, back, forth, and forth)
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Bring it back,take it forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
Alright)
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)

Ooo oh
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Ooo oh
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Let me see you go
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)

Who is the L I Y A H?
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Who is the L I Y A H?
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Who is the L I Y A H?
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Who is the L I Y A H?
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
(Back, back, forth, and forth)
Who is the L I Y A H?
(Back, back, forth, and forth)

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Back & Forth (Mr. Lee & R. Kelly'S Remix) - Lyrics - Aaliyah

Title: Back & Forth (Mr. Lee & R. Kelly'S Remix)
Artist: Aaliyah
Composer(s): George Clinton, Bernard Worrell, William Earl Collins, Robert Kelly, George Jr Clinton, Philippe Wynn, David L Spradley, Garry M Shider

Lyric:
Let me see you go back
(Who is the L I Y A H?)
Let me see you come forth
Now let me see you go back
(Who is the L I Y A H?)
Let me see you come forth
Uh, now let me see you go back
(Who is the L I Y A H?)
Let me see you come forth
Uh, let me see you go back
(Who is the L I Y A H?)
Now let me see you come forth, yeah

It's Friday
(Hey)
And I'm ready to sing pick up my girls
And hit the party scene
Tonight oh it's alright, hmm
So get up and let this funky mellow grove get you in the mood
'Cause you know it's alright, yeah
(So Mr. D.J. keep the music groovin')
Keep on groovin'
(Don't stop movin')
Don't stop movin'
Let me see you, let me see you go

(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Go back
Let me see you go
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
Alright
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
I wanna see you go
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
Come on
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Let me see you go
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
See you go back and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)

Now's the time for you
To make your move to the dance floor
(Ho)
So throw your hands in the air
(Yea)
And wave them around like you just don't care
(Why)
Ya oh it's the L I Y A H livin' up to the stage
I got Jazz personality, G mentality, beats of soul train
(So Mr. D.J. keep the music groovin')
Keep on groovin'
Don't stop moving
Know let me see you go back and forth
Back and forth

(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Ah oh
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Ah oh
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Come on and let me see you go

Hey here's the forth mellowed get upon the floor you see
(Hey)
Show your personally be who you wanna be now tell me
Can you feel the groove
Hey I want to get this party goin' on all night
(So Mr. D.J. keep the music groovin')
Keep on groovin'
Don't stop moving
Know let me see you go back and forth
Back and forth

(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Alright
Let me see you go oh
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
Go back, back, forth, and forth)
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Bring it back,take it forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
Alright)
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)

Ooo oh
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Ooo oh
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Let me see you go
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)

Who is the L I Y A H?
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Who is the L I Y A H?
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Who is the L I Y A H?
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Who is the L I Y A H?
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
(Back, back, forth, and forth)
Who is the L I Y A H?
(Back, back, forth, and forth)

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On The Radio - Lyrics - Heaven Tonight - Cheap Trick

Title: On The Radio
Album: Heaven Tonight
Artist: Cheap Trick
Composer(s): Rick Nielsen

Lyric:
It's on the radio, I love the music on the radio
It's what they're playin', when the radio's on
And you and me get crazy
It's on the radio, I love the music on the radio
It's what they're playin', when the radio's on
And you and me get crazy

Hey Mister on the radio, please play my favorite song
The one where she didn't go away
Hey Mister on the radio, you're really my best friend
Please play my favorite song for me

It's on the radio, I love the music on the radio
It's what they're playin', when the radio's on
And you and me get crazy
When the radio's on, yeah, you and me get crazy

Hey Mister on the radio, you're with me every day
And late at night I turn you on
Hey Mister on the radio, you're really my best friend
Please play my favorite song for me

All of the rock and roll DJ's, got their fingers on the world
'Cause they play the songs that make you and me feel so good

Turn up your radios and hear the music on the radio
This song is playin', when the radio's on
And you and me get crazy
Turn up your radios and hear the music on the radio
This song is playin', when the radio's on
And you and me get crazy

When the radio's on and you and me get crazy
When the radio's on, yeah, you and me get crazy
When the radio's on, yeah, yeah, you and me get crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy

One minute, the back side of midnight, it's me Captain Gonzo
Ready to roll hot wax anything you want to hear all night
It's a balmy 73 degrees in Fog City
71 in the Valley, 80 in Santa Cruz
But remember, if you snooze you lose
I'm gonna hang with you, I'll crank it on the girls

So let me know what you want to hear
Phone lines are open now, you say it
You know I'm gonna play it and be ready to win
When I tell you to call in and whatever you do
Remember the phrase that pays, puts your brain on vacation
And let your toes take over, keep your pedal to the metal
I'll be back in sixty seconds, in the meantime go with it
Go for it, go nuts, go completely wild

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On On On - Lyrics - Even In Darkness - Dungeon Family

Title: On On On
Album: Even In Darkness
Artist: Dungeon Family
Composer(s): T Barnett, Willie Knighton, Andre Benjamin, E Johnson, David Sheats, Salvatore Bono, Cameron Gipp, Antwar Patton

Lyric:
The beat, goes, the beat-beat, goes
The beat, goes, the beat-beat, goes
The beat-beat, goes, the beat, goes
The beat, goes, and the beat, goes

Well, it's the dip monk [Incomprehensible] execute parachute
[Incomprehensible] this Gipp man, lovin' that orange brother
Make you stay up all night, make ya eyes puffy
Eyes wide like the back wheel of a Huffy

Could never be ya cousin brother, rather be a relative
In ya [Incomprehensible] seat-painted we could settle it
DF the Family, below they still sellin' it
Knickerbocker socker on the weekend type fella

Black crow nest don't buck back
Love jokes, getcha ass jacked, put the bullets in his dick
Another comin' for the Excaliber hit
That shit, who the next gon' dip with this?

And the beat goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on

And the beat goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And the beat goes

In the middle of the ghetto, the rhythm of the rebel takin' over
Country clubs and verbals, you'll try to censor it and stop it
But we still won't settle, Pinnochio and Gepetto
They tellin' lies to my fellow Americans

Besides the heroines and heros, dope fiends and zeros
The Dungeon Family steady jammin' as the beat goes
We more familiar that the dirty ain't no equal
My name is B-I-G and I keep me two of street hoes

White Gutz, white wall tires, and white paint
With so much love why do we need hate?
'Cuz everybody plate ain't full, we got some empty plates
Gotta grind till they give you yo' shine, you shake and bake like

And the beat goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on

And the beat goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And the beat goes

Even when a G be bustin', ice-cold crushin'
Ladies be touchin' and the club be rushin'
For the stage, bitches see a second page in this chapter
T-Mo bustin' bullets 'cuz I'm more than just a rapper

Slash actor and producer on the news sir
Pimp or breeder, strong house leader
The game get deeper, sweeper, Yamaha creeper
DF each a rider, like a wood driver

With 'em on the court I'm hittin' jumpers outside-a
Southwest rider, deep like a diver
Rich like Pryor
Ain't no higher

And the beat goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on

And the beat goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on

Witchdoctor come wit' it
I'm your words from your heart beat skip
Hit me, I'm workin' off my hip
And I keep a box of extra clips 'cuz haterism is a trip

And I come out the blue like a Crip
And believe me asses'll get whipped
Georgia's biggest mess
My new born gon' drink milk from his momma's breast

Fielders of this stress
It was the music that took you
Put you in a pot and cooked you
If this was [Incomprehensible] I'd cook you

And the beat goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on

And the beat goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And the beat goes

It's so gritty
Mayside gladiator, blue and gold raider
Southwest Alumini dwellin' in Decatur
Skin ya like a gator, bust yo' head like a baked potato

I can't stand on purpose tellin' you didn't know yo' poppa
Now I hate her, so "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like Jada
We comin' up like escalators
And if you say you the best then we ten times greater

Candy-ass and seeds
Melt away like Now-and-Laters
Erase yo' data! With this nigga chaser
And if I have to, I'll hitchu with the maser

And the beat goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on

And the beat goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And the beat goes

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