504 Boyz - We Bust

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Goodfellas
(Music Song Lyrics):
Silkk talking)
Ok P, I think they done f-cked up now, right?
We have to bring the headbusters down
From that 504, ya'll know wha w bout, ya heard me?

chorus [Krazy] 1X
These bitch niggas can't f-ck wit' us
We bust
I guess I gotta show you niggas you could be touched.
Me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deep
The life that we livin' we can't slip or sleep

[Halloway]
I'm from that 405 backwards
WhereI fell in these tractors
Where niggas ride around wit' 20's spinnin' on adaptors.
I'm from the Terrordome
Where niggas sport hair and bone
And there's one major label in this city, and each is own.
No love for hos
Cuz they'll leave you wit' your shit exposed
Set you up
And get cut
And act like they don't know f-ck
I'm from that dirty
Where niggas will kill behind that birdie
We use words like say brah and bitch you heard me.

[G-Spade]
War and collide
f-ck wit' us and fo' sho die
HIt yo' block from both sides
GC's sick and tired
These niggas don't play
Thinkin' it's a f-ckin' game
Bitch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your f-ckin' brain.
Better ask them niggas do they really want war
They'll tell you ah, nope, not wit' Spade dawg
Shit's real
Get your cap peeled
Feel your blood spill
Keep this snub, no steel
Cuz these thugs will kill

[Valario]
It's war wit' this six slugs
Known to sell drugs
Down south, thugged out, never gave a f-ck
Everybody in this muthaf-cka down to bust
504, nothin' but murderas among us
Ghetto Commission rippin' them niggas up alone the choppers.
TSO know that the ghetto niggas street stoppers.
504, the Westbanks comin' real
504, them other niggas know the deal

chorus 2X

[Silkk the Shocker]
Nigga can't be f-cked wit', dawg, nigga, no way.
We make niggas go to the FEDz, so they can relocate.
While ya'll do it for a couple of hours, we do it for the whole day.
If I gotta do somethin', shit, you know I gots ta hold weight.
War, we about that nigga
f-ck wit' my clique, I doubt that nigga
Leave the keys in the car, hop up out that nigga
Cuz we about the figgas
Still about the triggas
To myself, type of nigga that'llstay in the cut
Lil' quiet ass niggas, really don't say much
Hatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin' to make up.
No pistols play slim nigga, hardly lift no weights up.
Project nigga, sip Henny in a cup
19 on the Sedan, come through 20's on the truck.
Thugged out
NIgga, I love this clout
Put it down for my niggas, plus I love the South
See these niggas that I roll wit', don't gotta second guess that.
They'll put it there, where your chest at
Tank around my neck, ya'll better respect that
I don't fight, if you got hands (guns fire) you'll catch that.

chorus 2X

(Krazy talking)
Now
f-ck it
Murder your muthaf-ckin' ass nigga
Ghetto Commission nigga
And that nigga Silkk
Haha, and Krazy
I'm just thuggin'
It's all love, babay
This No Limit shit deep nigga
You niggas can't swim
Don't get in the muthaf-ckin' water
Cuz you'll get a bomb bitch
We don't give a f-ck
It's ain't no love
Nothin' but thugs
DRAMA
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504 Boyz We Bust

504 BOYZ - We Bustfeat. Ghetto Commission, Krazy

Artist: 504 BOYZ
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Silkk talking]
Ok P, I think they done f-cked up now, right?
We have to bring the headbusters down
From that 504, ya'll know wha w bout, ya heard me?

[chorus (Krazy) 1X]
These bitch niggas can't f-ck wit' us
We bust
I guess I gotta show you niggas you could be touched.
Me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deep
The life that we livin' we can't slip or sleep

[Halloway]
I'm from that 405 backwards
WhereI fell in these tractors
Where niggas ride around wit' 20's spinnin' on adaptors.
I'm from the Terrordome
Where niggas sport hair and bone
And there's one major label in this city, and each is own.
No love for hos
Cuz they'll leave you wit' your shit exposed
Set you up
And get cut
And act like they don't know f-ck
I'm from that dirty
Where niggas will kill behind that birdie
We use words like say brah and bitch you heard me.

[G-Spade]
War and collide
f-ck wit' us and fo' sho die
HIt yo' block from both sides
GC's sick and tired
These niggas don't play
Thinkin' it's a f-ckin' game
Bitch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your f-ckin' brain.
Better ask them niggas do they really want war
They'll tell you ah, nope, not wit' Spade dawg
Shit's real
Get your cap peeled
Feel your blood spill
Keep this snub, no steel
Cuz these thugs will kill

[Valario]
It's war wit' this six slugs
Known to sell drugs
Down south, thugged out, never gave a f-ck
Everybody in this muthaf-cka down to bust
504, nothin' but murderas among us
Ghetto Commission rippin' them niggas up alone the choppers.
TSO know that the ghetto niggas street stoppers.
504, the Westbanks comin' real
504, them other niggas know the deal

[chorus 2X]

[Silkk the Shocker]
Nigga can't be f-cked wit', dawg, nigga, no way.
We make niggas go to the FEDz, so they can relocate.
While ya'll do it for a couple of hours, we do it for the whole day.
If I gotta do somethin', shit, you know I gots ta hold weight.
War, we about that nigga
f-ck wit' my clique, I doubt that nigga
Leave the keys in the car, hop up out that nigga
Cuz we about the figgas
Still about the triggas
To myself, type of nigga that'llstay in the cut
Lil' quiet ass niggas, really don't say much
Hatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin' to make up.
No pistols play slim nigga, hardly lift no weights up.
Project nigga, sip Henny in a cup
19 on the Sedan, come through 20's on the truck.
Thugged out
NIgga, I love this clout
Put it down for my niggas, plus I love the South
See these niggas that I roll wit', don't gotta second guess that.
They'll put it there, where your chest at
Tank around my neck, ya'll better respect that
I don't fight, if you got hands (guns fire) you'll catch that.

[chorus 2X]

[Krazy talking]
Now
f-ck it
Murder your muthaf-ckin' ass nigga
Ghetto Commission nigga
And that nigga Silkk
Haha, and Krazy
I'm just thuggin'
It's all love, babay
This No Limit shit deep nigga
You niggas can't swim
Don't get in the muthaf-ckin' water
Cuz you'll get a bomb bitch
We don't give a f-ck
It's ain't no love
Nothin' but thugs
DRAMA!
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Bishop Elvin: Party Till The Cows Come Home

Artist: Bishop Elvin
Music Album: Ace In The Hole
(Music Song Lyrics):
Kick out the windows bust down the doors
We're drinkin' half gallons and shoutin' for more
Take off your shoes and let yourself go
We're never gonna let these good times go
We're gonna boogie till the rooster crows
We're gonna party till the cows come home
Let it roll ... Well, let it roll...

We got all the chicken and ribs you can eat
We got good time music and dancin' feet
We're gonna turn up the music as loud as we please
We'll be so high we can hardly see
We're gonna boogie till the rooster crows
We're gonna party till the cows come home
Let it roll ... Ah, let it roll...

Kick out the windows bust down the doors
We're drinking half gallons like never before
You gotta take off your shoes Mama let yourself go
Tonight we're gonna let these good times roll
We're gonna boogie till the rooster crows
We're gonna party till the cows come home
Let it roll ... Well, let it roll ... Let it roll... Let it roll...
(etc.)

(Repeat last two lines)

504 BOYZ - Them Boyzfeat. Mac, X-Con

Artist: 504 BOYZ
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Mac]
Who dat nigga?
What?
Nigga you know me? (yeah nigga uptown)
Mac

[Chorus]
Watch them boyz, watch them boyz, y'all know them boyz?
you better watch them boyz
Watch them boyz, watch them boyz, y'all know them boyz?
you better watch them boyz

[X-Con]
See that nigga with the slugs he got the gat
See that nigga in the black he got the sack
See don't f-ck with them niggas when they on they shit
And don't f-ck with them niggas in the No-Limit clique (ya heard)
See calio boys they don't give a f-ck
But them 504 boyz they'll bust you up
When they doin' bad they'll rob your ass
Run from the taz then hustle and grab
The one thing my niggas, they don't stunt
But they'll f-ck your bitch then smoke your blunts(ya heard)

[Chorus x3]

[Mac]
Man look who them niggas with their rag on and the gold teeth?
I know them boys know me
I know them boys heard of me
Probally wanna murder me
Probally got some niggas outside smokin' out my ride
But I hope they got they bullett proof vest on
Cause I be shootin' like a fiend shootin' hairon(heroin)
Oh where you from dog (where you from) oh is that right
Now get the f-ck before I show you what this mack like
You niggas must be made of (?)
Cause y'all just stumbled in the wrong hood trying to get your rap on
Tell the D.J. cut the lights on
So we can take it outside and get our motherf-cking fight on

[Chorus]

[Master-P]
They got me running through this dirty maze I feel a trap
Foot prints all through this dirty grave with a (?)
Coming (?) with two heaters stuck in my britches
You niggas keep on chasin I'm taking some of you with me
I don't wanna hurt nobody, tell me if it's the end
God forgive my sins cause I gots to make it in
Tried it playing with the good but my hood is raw
Head busters and wig spliters, it's all them so
Aint got time for the game no more hoes always in us
It's all about the fame now hoe, got you niggas jelous
All the old killers I ran with, let me show y'all the difference
Gotta watch them on the streets like I watch them other prisoners

[Chorus x2]
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Biz Markie: I Need A Haircut

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Thanks to jostmatt@bgb.ch for these lyrics.

G-goobely-goo
Ah-h-h-hm

Ah yeah
Now check it out

I would walk into the bathroom to take a crap
I sit down, and then I write me a toilet stool rap
Whether I'm constipated or have diarrhea
I always come out with a funky fresh idea
Even if you don't think it's funky fresh, and
To all the little kids I'm makin a good impression
Cause a lot of my hits are written on the john
I hope my legendary style of rap lives on
This's a hidden secret where classics come from
Everybody has done it, even my man Run
Only in there I am the king of the throne
Hey, hey, you know I can't be alone
No girls, no guys, no dogs, no cats
No parents, no nieces, no nephews, no brats
That's the only way that I can get privacy
And you know where I write my funky fresh rhymes live, you see...

Me sittin on a toilet
Waitin for my bowels to move
I got a doodoo rap
I got a doodoo...

Yo, bust it
Let me tell you a little something bout this episode
It was four in the morning, chillin on my commode
It was me, my pad, and pen, and my bad breath
All of a sudden I came up with somethin that was real def
I was thinkin, what a real beatbox could do
What if I put a hype beat with the "p-pf 1-2"?
Then I write some words, so I really can use it
I think I would name this one Make The Music
Like if I was the man that they call Clark Kent
Cause I go into the bathroom for rhymes I invent
Then I come out on stage like Superman
But never show the people my masterplan
Instead of movin towels, or movin vowels
Only think I'm doin, is movin bowels
A tv in the bathroom just might spoil it
Only thing I can say is...

I'm sittin on a toilet
Waitin for my bowels to move
I got a doodoo rap
I got a doodoo
Doodoo
Doo-oo-oo
Doo-doo-doo-doo
Rrrhaaa

Biz Markie: Romeo And Juliet

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Thanks to dj.flash@pobox.com for these lyrics.

Romeo, Romeo, wherefor art thou?
That's what Juliet asked, but I don't know now
Maybe he went to get some roses for you
Yo, I'da I'da I-don't know where he's at Ju-li-et
Don't regret, cause he will be back
to come and get you, and bring you to the crillzab
But, there's an obstacle that's in his way
I think it's the-the-the ? that won't decay
Well, I'm the B-I-Z-M-izza-A-R-K
Let me tell you what I hear most people say
that you two people are a part of life
It explains why Romeo died by the knife
Or was it - the poison on Juliet lips
or vice versa I don't know it make my mind flips
Whichever way it was, it's very educational
So look at the movie and listen cause it's sensational
And if you hear the music you could never go wrong
I want EVERYBODY sing a long, now come on now

Romeo and Juliet get-tin bu-sy (repeat 4X)

To the R-O-M-E-O, and the J-U-L-I-et
I think the thing he did was to get respect
The way that I see it, it was a great deed
Because if wasn't, he wouldn't succeed
at getting Juliet's heart, and loving care
and all of the moments they had to share
But I really want you just to check out the plot
of the movie it is groovy it will hit the spot
It will make you laugh, it make you cry
and that's when you know you will be satisfied
Cause you know I wouldn't tell you nuthin that wasn't right
cause the Diabolical is outta sight
Yo, Romeo and Juliet should be household names
They names should be in the hall of fame
with my funky beat, you can never go wrong
I want EVERYBODY sing this song, now bust it out now

Romeo and Juliet get-tin bu-sy (repeat 3X)
Romeo, Romeo, HAH!!
Romeo and Juliet get-tin bu-sy (repeat 3X)
Romeo, Romeo, HAH!!

Carman - Come Into This House

Artist: Carman
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Chorus
Come into this house,
magnify the Lord
Lift up holy hands, our
hearts in one accord
For He's worthy, worthy
of all our praise
Stop dissin' just listen,
let me kick a little slang
out
I'll tell you all about
where we power people
hang out
With power over demons
and anything that's
wicked
We've trained our brains
to know Christ is the
ticket
Look plain and simp', the
devil's a pimp
The power of praise can
heal your limp
You've been spurned and
burned by a life with no
flavor
Bust out of prison with
the risen life Saviour
Chorus
You've been used and
abused, sold down the
river
I've got news you can
choose, you need to be
delivered
With Christ you win,
without Christ you lose
But if you jam with the
Lamb, you're smooth
Amputation situation first
Cut out the jive, cut into
church
You need a healin' touch,
a big strong hand
Come rock with the flock
with the brothers that
jam
Chorus
He's worthy of honor
and glory
Worthy of power
and praise
Worship and bow down
before Him
Exalt His name today
Chorus
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Fame Soundtrack - Hard Work

Artist: Fame Soundtrack
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Pray, Pray, Pray
I pray I make P.A.
I pray I make
I pray I make P.A.

Pray, Pray, Pray
I pray I make P.A.
I pray I make
I pray I make P.A

Pray, Pray, Pray
I pray I make P.A.

I pray I make
I pray I make
P.A.

Pray...pray
I pray I make P.A.
I pray I make
I pray I make P.A

This ain't no
Movie show
Playin in a theatre
Or a video
Fantasy
I was always hot to see
On the T.V.

I'm so hot
hot to trot
I can hardly wait to show them
What I got
Wonder who'll
Come out shinin' like a jewel
In the "Fame" school

I'll be gone

Where's the John?

Man they got me runnin'
In a marathon

Can't slow up

I'll go home and not show up

Maybe throw up

Class to class
Tryin' to pass
Learnin' who the teachers are
who bust your ass
Feelin' small
Feelin' up against the wall
During role call!

Here we are

So bizarre

This is where they show you

How to be a star!

I can't wait

I cant even concentrate

I just pulsate!

I'm alive
And I will survive
Show the world that I can take it
When I hit the heights
Put my name in lights
Show the world that I can make it
By doin'

By doin'

Doin'

Doin'

By doin'
Doin'

By doin' hard work

Acting is the hardest profession in the world. Hard work!
The hardest profession in the world
Dance is the hardest profession in the world.
The hardest profession in the world. Hard wrok!

Music is the hardest profession in the world.
The hardest profession in the world. Hard work!

The hardest profession in the world,
The hardest profession in the world. Hard work!...etc.

I'm alive and I will survive
Show the world that I can take it
When I hit the heights
Put my name in lights
Show the world that I can make it

By doin' ... doin' ...
doin' ... doin' ...

By doin' hard work
By doin' hard work
By doin' hard work

Hard work!
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Saafir - REAL CIRCUS

Artist: Saafir
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
I bought my ticket ten years ago when in demand
Was the candy caramel. I submerged like a
Murk on the mental. But it was hard to tell if
Nails pitched on my tent on time with the ringmaster
God had a whip. Hit me on my hip now I'm on
A hop but it don't stop. Now I advise the wise
Why why did you let me out the flock? Now I'm
Flowin pro flippin flu germs wit a new perm
I'm hittin different regions. It's winter season
Tryin to forget the treason of my twisted sister, so
I turn my face when Rockin Rollin in myst-ic
So side show freaks can't peep the mask task-force
Behind the jacket, so I'm packin not because I'm
Hard. I'm paranoid, I'm far away from
God. He can't see me. I ignorantly thought he caught me
Dreamin, in comes the demon tryin to shoot me
That semen. One way I'm off the brink, the detour
Was unblocked. I'm strictly on instinct, I'm walkin
Over barriers. I'm spooked cause I keep hearin
The word spades. They tryin to pull my card
They're goin to get it, I won't forget it like an
Elephant, tiger, lions rely on the funky monkey
Dyin in the real circus

I'm finally out of my cage, it's been ten swings since
I quenched the silence. Sure to erupt eyes-lids
Till they're queasy from the degree of the tilt of
A trapeze performer that's proven succession in
The progression of a juggler, vain slitter, my spear
Shifted. Saafir's gifted like black Santa. I was
Born a flipper with sticks and balance beams
I learn to differ swift stimulation of a soul snatcher.
Oh! Here they come Jay-Z, 15 deep
In a clown car wit make-up, but I got make-up
For ya - wake up. I lay material like dogs upside
Down cakes. I give pounds to fakes so my cleets
Stake claims, skills have belittled spittle. What's
Coming from that grill - waffles, ya shit is awful
Further let's implore for more speech reach back
For the cage where the elves are plottin schemes
You ask me to explain what I mean, I will in
The afterlife kill death, I verify the untimid
Breath, I'm trustworthy to the busting of dirty
Thirty-thousand year old authentic, I'll win it
Just as the thought has brought into focus comes
The real traveling circus.

I'm jumpin through hoops, can you dance like a
Panther? I can. I pick my prey in shades of
Grey, but I'm not color blind on the rhyme. The
Circus is in my scalp. I'm higher than the Alps
I'll make you break camp. I tame crews like shrews
I bust nuts without screws. Can you do that - hardly.
Ya too stiff malarky art kits, give up the drawings
Ya never saw swings cling when the grip whips
That makes you feel like the Real Circus
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Saafir - Swig Of The Stew

Artist: Saafir
Music Album: Boxcar Session
(Music Song Lyrics):
Another massive dose I'm sendin' in
Hittin' when I step back to the deck
Sidebets kick 'em in then raise up
Jet from the ivory it's time for me
To see if I can graze the cut
Just a hint I'm shuttin' down
ya pistons you'll have to listen
'Cause I'm clippin' of the wack
Bracket shit that's soft so go
Back to the troft and put it
Back next to the Smirnoff bottle
Where u found it from it sounds
Numb has no feel an organic
Synthesis did I mention this in
The last verse no I drive a fast
Hearse they'll have to catch the
Flow I'm snatchin' a row of burnt
Corpses and hopin' they lernt the
Forces that they're up against the
Immense in this shit will a
Fist to the grill instill a fraction
Of common sense you would want
Providence to play a part but it's
Obvious you have no heart I'm
Protruding a pro-tracker the
Proportion of a slacker is where I
store
The shit give me ya cup what's ya
Flavor it's juice taste it a swig of
The stew

Now that I have a deepdish spoon
Niggas be attackin' get blackin'
Eyes like racoons blew up like
Balloons busted rusted they're
Getting thrusted with them
Screw drivers who's the livest
Me and I love it when the
Slug rubs another from a rusty
Life they couldn't cut it so I cut
'Em with my trusty knife
Skinned alive and when deprived
Of one's life one thinks twice
Three time a lady Lionel couldn't
Pay or you to fade me 'cause
I be learnin' shit makin'
Ternikits for broken English
I'm yokin' the seamstress 'cause
I'm sewin' up shit. You know
I can rip, I rest with the
Hobo's yo yo's stay up no
Mayonnaise on the cut but I can
Bust it wit the mustard my
Spice is hot the radish
Adds this seasoning that creates
And make taste buds wanna make
dubs
Of a swig of the stew

Box Car 23 is my freight train
I'm not strippin' for the cock except
the Diesel the weight gain I make pain
and
I take it 'cause I'm humble a dirty rat
A sturdy gat is the back up for the
Smack up easy for me to pack the
knack
Up braggadocio rhymes I'm braggin'
while
I'm laggin' saggin' 'cause my jeans
hafta
Be lean for the cuisine who dat! Dick
Dasturdly could never master
Me drew raps after me comes me
stop
Suction cupping you got nothing
coming
But cum of burns hon. I'm doin' it
For my niggas in the oak-land where
I plan my escape from traits of empty
Crates and busted grapes are not
Part of the gomay hey just an
Appetizer filet mignon but the song
is the stew
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504 Boyz - Yeah Yeah

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Slay Sean, Young Blaze)

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

[Master P]
Check my status, then check my name
You want to win give me the ball, the last play of the game
Cause I'm a big time baller, shot caller
From Uptown, got a house and a quarter
You wanna fight me, then bite me
Stop tripping cause your baby mama like me
We roll Benzes, Beamers, Ferraris
Then we smoked out our band new parlay
I'm like Randy Moss, throw me a pass
I'm like Belvin Davis, bout to bust your ass
Call me Austin Powers, cause I leave you groovy
I ain't R. Kelly, don't make no movies
But I'll freak you, won't beat you
You buck then I'll be the preacher
We in it, we winning
They can't stop the New No Limit

[Chorus: Slay Sean - 2x]
You wanna be me, we off the heezy
Catch me on the block, black V-Tweezy
You see the rims spinning, yeah we still winning
Who we be, the New No Limit

[Slay Sean]
Fresh out the hood daddy, look at the wood daddy
You see the neck you see the wrist, that's mad karats
Dog I'm past average, my lifestyle's lavish
Ya'll can keep the hood, I'm bout to jump it off in Paris
I got a lot of habits, love stacking cabbage
You ain't no where near my level son, don't get embarrassed
We push the hottest whips, we on that baller shit
We cop our jewels like rat, give me all of this
Bout that foolishness, bitch like a Jewish kid
I'm that dude in the club, with the bluest wrist
My whole crew is thick, you can not fool with this
I'm bout my paper, and I don't plan on losing it

[Chorus - 2x]

[Young Blaze]
Hey yo it's still me Young Blaze, still in the mix
You could catch me in a six lil one, still in the bricks
In that 5-0-4 flip it, drop the O
And you left with that four-fifth, cocked at your do'
I'm country so I talk slow, walk even slower
Sip henny in a pickle jar, chickens in a Rover
Yes sir, got Seawoodson's on the truck grinning
Like if I could stop blinking, maybe they could stop spinning

[Chorus - 2x]
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504 Boyz - War

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Afficial, Curren$y)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Y'all don't wanna war wit us, in this steel we trust
When there's beef best believe we bust
We can take it how you want it cuz we thuggin over here
Pure, uncut, raw butter over here

[Yukon]
Yo you see the game getting better this year
They done put P with Afficial something better in here
I'm tryin to take em where they ain't been
Somethin out they price range
Ain't in they budget, you know they can't spend
Where we at, in a league of our own
And I know this chick now I'm tryin to meet at my home
So they can see the goods I got
About how there's one in every neighborhood
Strangers feel like they're tourin blocks
You know it ain't too hard to tell
That every member of my street team ain't too far from jail
And if he down then his book's healthy
You see, I don't only talk about the cars and the cribs, I look wealthy
Beef ain't a problem with us now
And nigga you can get as loud as you want, we hollow in the pound
And let em think they playin with that
And imma show em with one squeeze, how 16's spray in ya back

[Chorus]

[Desperado]
I write my rhymes in the kitchen cuz my balls is cookin
Used to f-ck average bitches now the stars is looking
Niggas scared and they shook, I can tell by their face
Cuz we hard to figure out, like the lock to a safe
I go to court the judge dropping the case
No blood as soon as I kill a nigga then I'm moppin the place
And I'm quick to pop the 8, that's just how I was raised
Desperado, name spread like the shells in the gauge
And age the major reason why they can't believe it
But we all quarterbacks and y'all gotta receive it
But they don't catch it till a year later
Minds kill, niggas lost so they gotta catch up like Hossfield
Your team don't squeeze, guess what, mines will
Or stop till there's a million a show like Seinfield
Plus we got the skill for this, any proven time
But this burner to your head, make you lose your mind nigga

[Chorus]

[S-Flames]
I can feel the girls on my nuts, bout those Rolls and drops
Now it's hard to get her off like a Heiniken top
I got ten young boys on the block with them quarters
Nowadays I'm washin my car with spring water
Why you just try to send your man to merc me
You can't get rid of Flames, nickname is herpes
I'm a man, you a man, won't you act like one
See me face to face chump, watch me beat you like my son
You f-cked up comin strong with the GOAT
Getting killed with no money now you dead broke
If the Liberty Bell rung it wouldn't stop this fight
Get buck like Bugsy and his men go hard all night
Nigga you heard my bars, you know I got a bad mouth
Furnished and customized, you know I got a bad house
Game over, Afficial in here
I live inside of a shape, my house the Hollywood Square nigga

[Chorus]

[Curren$y]
Come thru in a white Viper with the rally stripes
A trunk hold 6 bodies if you stack em right
Same hits over the celly, sit back and write
They only found half of ya so your casket lite
Now your body real easy to carry
These hoes talk to much, me and my A.K.s finna get married
2 shots to the grill, put a hole in ya smile
With a banana clip longer than the O.J. trial
Now let me find out you tried to put a stop to my sales
Put a hole through ya head like the top of a whale
If a nigga get knocked I can post my own bail
A million dollars in cash let me outta this cell
Man y'all niggas just beginners
I got enough bricks to rebuild the whole World Trade Center
Old school Regals, D's, and gold spinners
Everyday I got a different mink for the whole winter

[Chorus]
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Big ED f Mia X Silkk the Shocker - Rodeo

Artist: Big ED f Mia X Silkk the Shocker
Music Album: Assassin
(Music Song Lyrics):
Silkk(echoin himself):
Now I'm bout to take the world into a No Limit rodeo (feel this)
P can ya understand this one?
Now see we gonna keep it bout it and rowdy
Now I got Mia X, Big Ed and ya know when I'm in here, Silkk the Shocker
It's bout to get serious, so I'm gonna get the world bucked up

Big Ed and Mia X
Where my cowgirls at, here we go, where my cowboys (x2)
Get on the dance floor
Unnhh (yea)
Get on the dance floor

Silkk:
To my thugs(thugs), I say my cowboys(cowboys)grab ya'll lassos and um(Mama
Mia)
All my cowgirls(cowgirls), saddle up, cause yo I'm bout to ride it(ride it
with me)
I got somethin new(Big Ed) ride with us

Big Ed:
I got a new dance for ya

Silkk:
Big Ed tell em how it go

Big Ed:
It's called the rodeo
Put your right arm up, dip, and buck your hips
Put your left arm up, dip, and buck your hips(do it till your saddles right)
Put your right arm up, dip, and buck your hips(come on, bump your hips)
(Come on, buck your hips)
(Do it till your saddles right)
Put your right arm up, dip, and buck your hips
Put your left arm up, dip, and buck your hips(come on)
Saddle me up, come and ride this buckin bronco
Work it out baby, video for the peep show
Dosy doe at the Alamo
Twist your hips like a tornado, explode like a volcano
Bounce up and down like a po-go
Your love it got me fiennin like a nympho, hit ya with the gusto
Erotic trust as we undergo orgasmic eruptions
Baskin in the after glow
I slam my boy like big 5 and domino
Screamin my name like old ladies screamin bingo!
I got ya shakin excess, climactic combos
She's tryin to be quit bittin the pillows
It seems it get wetter the farther in I go
You want me to go deeper? Cause baby I go plenty mo
You can pull my slot all night like a casino
So you can ride me baby, fast or slow

CHORUS:(x4)
Ride like a buckin bronco(ride it, ride it, come on come on)
(Do you like that)
In the rodeo, a rodeo (ride it ride it, come on come on)
(Tell me do you like that)
Ride like a buckin bronco(ride it, ride it, come on come on)
(I know you like that)
In the rodeo, a rodeo (ride it ride it, come on come on)
(Tell me do you like that)

Silkk:
Come on,come on, come on, come on
Grab the lasso, and let me rope them hips
Look I love them tryin take all of it, bittin your lip
Walked in dimonds shine look true that there
Everybody talkin bout look, who that there
Can't let a good thing pass me
Come on boo an get sassy
(Boy you nasty)
I know
Forget about your man, see if you can take this
I don't hate unless it be fake, time to bust, get rape an switch(switch)
Flex the Lex, now I'm like sex in the Benz
Sex unstoppable is it possible to have sex and be friends
So come and ride this bronco, buck and dip
Can you picture this skinny cowboy, between them hips
No limit soldier, so come and ride me baby
Hard to stop when I'm inside ya baby
Now it's the new sheriff in town, down and dirty
Tryin to get this chick to serve me, ya heard me?
Ride it

CHORUS:(X4)

Mia X:
Got your saddle on, now baby I'm a getty up
First I rock steady get it wetter then I buck
Having you screamin my name, (Mama Mia) sugar walls top rankin
Keep a nigga peelin off the frequency be bankin, ah
Let her take a spankin when I ride it back, was fake you out
Playa roll when you ain't shit like an actor
Mac the, wieldest niggas mama tie em down
Silkk scarfs, hand cuffs, ghetto rodeo style now
I can ride for miles, so daddy can you keep up
Gaurenteed to knock that ass out like you been beat up
Heat up, hotter than July, cause big girls don't cry
We take it all stride out, slides up and down
Bounces all around, works it twerks it
Buy Miss Pussy crown, I wears it
I swears it's gonna (for real) be a cold day in hell no doubt
To ever say you want me out at the rodeo(uunhh)

CHORUS:(x4)

Silkk and Big Ed:
Where the cowgirls at where they at
The Bay Richmond
Where the cowgirls at where they at
L.A. California
Where the cowgirls at where they at
New Orleans, Louisiana
Where the cowgirls at Where the cowgirls at where they at
Miami, Florida
Where the cowgirls at there they go
Atlanta, Georgia
Where the cowgirls at there they go
Charlette the Caralinas
Where the cowgirls at where the cowgirls at where the cowgirls at
There they go
New York east-coast
Where the cowgirls at there they go
Chicago, Illinos
Where they at where they at there they go
Cleveland, Ohio
Where the cowgirls at there they go
Houston, texas
Where they at there they go
Jackson, Mississippi
Where they at there they go there they go there they go
North Mid-west Down-south West-coast
Ungh!
(Rodeo
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Olsen Twins - Miami

Artist: Olsen Twins
Music Album: The Case Of The Sea World Adventure
(Music Song Lyrics):
What is that tropic spot that people like alot?
Mi-i-i-ami.
What is both cool and hot?
Mi-i-i-ami.
Even the hurricanes cannot resist it.
No hurricane has ever missed it.
I hear the timbales. I taste the tamaloes.
It's calling, it's calling to me.

Chorus:
We've got to get the Miami.
My goodness, my gracious, Miami.
We've got to get to Miami.
That hot melting pot by the sea.
The days are palmy, the nights are balmy.
There's hot pastrami and Key Lime pie to die for.

What's full of crowded streets and Afro-Cuban beats.
Mi-i-i-ami.
What has that lazy lilt, yet with a turbo tilt?
Mi-i-i-ami.
We're feeling hi-i-igh on the idea of jar alai and Hialeah.
We'll snorkel and scuba, explore little Cuba.
It's calling, it's calling to me.

Chorus

We've got to get to Miami.
Tell Daddy and Mommy, we've gone to Miami.
It's rough and it's tumble but...
Stagger or stumble, we'll get to Miami or bust.
Cause get to Miami we must.

Mi-i-i-ami. Hotcha hotcha hotch-CHA! Miami!

Chorus (2 X
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Biz Markie: Let Go My Eggo

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Thanks to dj.flash@pobox.com for these lyrics.

Ahhh-yew-whayaeuwwww
Now it-it-it-it-it-it sound funky
Yo Doc, I'ma count it on three
One, two, three

Well I'm not a qualuudes or a halucinogen
I'm just comin up with rhymes that I invent
Out of my head, or like on the spot
And uhh, whether you know it or whether you not
?? we did the Mudfoot in your town
I-I'm super-educated, ready to get down
Just check out what the heck I got to say
It's not the same ol', rhythm and rap cliche
Markie the king of a rec, I rock and put you in check
Hypnotizin recognizin plus I get respect
And if you think you can, mess with the magical man
I rock the mic do what I like and plus I got a plan
So don't be missin don't be listenin to the format
Determined like a German like a head is to a hat
That's why I qualify, as the better MC
I never treat people like they were fleas
But if you think that I got a big head though
EHHHH AHAHHHHHH! Let go my emehamahmmm EGGO

{Cool V cuts "I'm the BizMarkie, yo known for beatbox and the rap and.."}
Let go my Mmm ah mmm uh uh EGGO!
{Cool V cuts again}
Let go my mm mm mm mm EGGO!
{Cool V cuts again}
Now bust this out

Well well well well you know it's me
The Mudfoot, yeah the Diabolical B
I-Z-abba-zee-mm-A-Rrrah, I'm a superstarrah
Always rap on mines, so I don't have to bother
I just come up out with somethin G like
Other MC's thinkin, I'm on the mic
Super, duper, MC party pooper
A tick-tock to the roc the mic and I recoup-ah
rate and I am great, my DJ is a-ight
If he say rock it to the rhythm, well rhymes I be writin
BMV Studios, didn't you know
My D-O-C is down and Jidoe
I sing, on record, I get respected never neglected
Well protected edu-I-do you know that I'm
the, oh-riginal B, I-Z-M-A-R, K-I with E
And if you think it's me, no, I think it's the
C-double-O-L V, and my man D-O-C
I get with Big E, I zugga zagga zee
I'm backwards other MC know what this mean
Hellafied king, I do my own thing
Make the microphone sing, and you know that I bring
And everytime I rock, I don't got a big head though
FORGET THAT! Let go my mm-ah-ehrmm-mmah EGGO!

{Cool V cuts "I'm the BizMarkie, yo known for beatbox and the rap and.."}
Let go my Mmm ah mmm uhh EGGO!
{Cool V cuts again}
Let go my mm uh mm uh EGGO..
{Cool V cuts again}
Let go my mah-uhh umm-uhh EGGO!
{Cool V cuts again}

Now a lot of like people wanna know about me
The original diabolical energetical
B-I-Z-mmmahhhzayy-Rrrah superstarrah of rap
And it don't matter to me, I'll make your hands clap
Best in zing, the man appointed rap king
Down to wreck your body, I make the 'phone sing
That's why I say zzznoahh, MC shower
Hey, in Junior High School I say Shenandoah
and, bedknocks and broomsticks
with my DJ Cool V, that is on the mix
I do it out of my head-n, from hear to Homestead'n
or even Belleport cause it is my sport

{Cool V cuts "I'm the BizMarkie, yo known for beatbox and the rap and.."}
{Cool V cuts again}
{Cool V cuts again}
{Cool V cuts "I'm the Biz" over and over}
{Cool V cuts "I'm the BizMarkie, yo known for beatbox and the rap and.."}
{Cool V cuts again to fade}

Biz Markie: Road Block

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Thanks to dj.flash@pobox.com for these lyrics.

Yo Doc, drop the beat in!

This is a incident that always occur
with the opposite sex, other word is her
No matter what nationality color or creed
or wherever you at, there's always a bad seed
They're always talkin about wantin to be alone
You're spendin too much time witcha friends, all night long
I'm sayin yo what the heck, I am single
It's no reason why I shouldn't try to mingle
So I met this girl by the name of Maxine
Her breath didn't stink she used Listerine
She looked crazy a-ight, and the whole nine
But this situation was one of a kind
Because I wanted her.. all to my own
so I called her on, my Mickey Mouse telephone
I said, "Hello pretty momma it's the guy you just me
Uhh what are you doin tonight?" She said, "Nuttin," I said, "Bet"
So when I went to pick her up, I was in shock
cause she brought her friend along for a ROAD BLOCK

[Biz sings]
AMERICAN WOMAN! Why you do it to MEEEEEE?
AMERICAN WOMAN! Why you do it to MEEEEEE?
Is it because I'm the BIZMARKIE?
No I think it's because I have the R-A-P
I think you think I'm UGLY makin CASH MONEY
Yo I think all the girls is funny..
AMERICAN WOMAN! Why you do it to MEEEEEE?
AMERICAN WOMAN! Why you do it to MEEEEEE?

(Yo Biz you know you don't usually be with things like that
Why you let her get away with that?)
I thought she was buggin just to see what I'd say
I said nuttin, let her friend come anyway
Okay now listen what she wanted me to for her friend
(What she want Biz?) Expected me to pay her way in?
It's not like kid from stingy cheap or my name's Ebenezer
but I'm here to please Maxine, not to please her
So I still let it go by, and got her in the movie
Thank the Lord I bumped into my cousin named Cool V
I said please Vaughn, take her friend off my hands
So I can be alone, and get my man
He said alright I'll introduce, she act like she was wit it
But when we try to split, she looked and said forget it
I don't know whassup Vaughn, she must be buggin
I thought you was in the way she was kissin and huggin
Soon as I said - wanna make music like Sebastian Bach?
I'm not leavin my friend with a guy but it's another road block

[Biz sings]
AMERICAN WOMAN! Stay away from MEEEEEE!
AMERICAN WOMAN! Why you do it to MEEEEEE?
Is it because I'm the BIZMARKIE?
No I think it's because I can R-A-P, no
I think you think I'm UGLY makin CASH MONEY
All of this is funny..
AMERICAN WOMAN! Stay away from MEEEEEE!
AMERICAN WOMAN! Stay away from MEEEEEE!

So I was highly upset, and you would be too
if an icicle's in your way, stickin to you like glue
I mean it's the end of the night, time to move on
I'm tryin to kick ballistics so she'd come to my home
I went to, yo bust it, call her when you get to your crib
She said, no and started cryin like a baby with a bib
Now why you wanna bat me up and ruin my night?
I coulda said no but I was bein polite
She tried to pull the I'm stayin over her house bit
Not tonight baby you gon' be stayin at a Parkway Exit
So they went into the bathroom to get in a huddle
If you keep playin you're both gonna take the shuttle
They both came out the bathroom with a glance
like the bathroom they were goin to dance
They both approached me with the look of a rock
I look and tell my senses ahh it's another road block..

Big Ed f Master P - Assassin

Artist: Big Ed f Master P
Music Album: The Assassin
(Music Song Lyrics):
Master P]

Oh yeah, and to our enemies
We don't hate you but uh, we got a place for ya
Cause uh

Somebody goin die tonight
No Limit assassins goin ride tonight (What's up Big Ed nigga)
Somebody goin die tonight
No Limit assassins goin ride tonight

Uhhhhhh, ha ha
My motherf-ckin guns and my duty nigga
And let me handle my motherf-ckin business

I served an ounce of cocain, and now I'm trapped in this game
So much weed to the brain, got you bangin for change
But I'm a No Limit soldier, tattooed in blood
Federal OZ's sold keys and now heroin and drugs
And this game got me trapped cause I've been bustin at bitches
And I've been standin on these projects countin up keys and kits
And these hoes wanna kill me, see me dead cause I'm rollin
And everything that I ride I pay with cash it's not stolen
Now I don't trip on no bitches and I don't trip on no niggas
You wanted the dope and some cain, now how'm I supposed to deliver
I got my game that's my G, I f-ck with killers and ballers
I live for today and tonight so nigga f-ck tommorow

See I'm a soldier for life, give me my duties and my stripes
And f-ck everybody else, and we gotta ride tonight
See I'm a soldier for life, give me my duties and my stripes
And f-ck everybody else, and we gotta ride tonight

[Big Ed]

I'm on my way to N.O. with four keys of cocain
I got murder on my brain with the trunk full of thangs
P told me meet him uptown, it's time to get dirty (third ward)
Got a bunch of niggas tatted up screamin ya heard me
Got them bout it bout it bitches ready to f-ck
I said it bout it bout it nigga, cause they're ready to bust
Put my guns in the sky (sky), bullets goin fly (fly)
And I ain't satisfied till all my enemies die

[Master P]

See I'm a soldier for life, give me my duties and my stripes
And f-ck everybody else, and we gotta ride tonight
See I'm a soldier for life, give me my duties and my stripes
And f-ck everybody else, and we gotta ride tonight

Now drive nigga
We did that
No Limit soldier!
Woo woo
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504 BOYZ - Warfeat. Afficial, CurrenSy

Artist: 504 BOYZ
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Y'all don't wanna war wit us, in this steel we trust
When there's beef best believe we bust
We can take it how you want it cuz we thuggin over here
Pure, uncut, raw butter over here

[Yukon]
Yo you see the game getting better this year
They done put P with Afficial something better in here
I'm tryin to take em where they ain't been
Somethin out they price range
Ain't in they budget, you know they can't spend
Where we at, in a league of our own
And I know this chick now I'm tryin to meet at my home
So they can see the goods I got
About how there's one in every neighborhood
Strangers feel like they're tourin blocks
You know it ain't too hard to tell
That every member of my street team ain't too far from jail
And if he down then his book's healthy
You see, I don't only talk about the cars and the cribs, I look wealthy
Beef ain't a problem with us now
And nigga you can get as loud as you want, we hollow in the pound
And let em think they playin with that
And imma show em with one squeeze, how 16's spray in ya back

[Chorus]

[Desperado]
I write my rhymes in the kitchen cuz my balls is cookin
Used to f-ck average bitches now the stars is looking
Niggas scared and they shook, I can tell by their face
Cuz we hard to figure out, like the lock to a safe
I go to court the judge dropping the case
No blood as soon as I kill a nigga then I'm moppin the place
And I'm quick to pop the 8, that's just how I was raised
Desperado, name spread like the shells in the gauge
And age the major reason why they can't believe it
But we all quarterbacks and y'all gotta receive it
But they don't catch it till a year later
Minds kill, niggas lost so they gotta catch up like Hossfield
Your team don't squeeze, guess what, mines will
Or stop till there's a million a show like Seinfield
Plus we got the skill for this, any proven time
But this burner to your head, make you lose your mind nigga

[Chorus]

[S-Flames]
I can feel the girls on my nuts, bout those Rolls and drops
Now it's hard to get her off like a Heiniken top
I got ten young boys on the block with them quarters
Nowadays I'm washin my car with spring water
Why you just try to send your man to merc me
You can't get rid of Flames, nickname is herpes
I'm a man, you a man, won't you act like one
See me face to face chump, watch me beat you like my son
You f-cked up comin strong with the GOAT
Getting killed with no money now you dead broke
If the Liberty Bell rung it wouldn't stop this fight
Get buck like Bugsy and his men go hard all night
Nigga you heard my bars, you know I got a bad mouth
Furnished and customized, you know I got a bad house
Game over, Afficial in here
I live inside of a shape, my house the Hollywood Square nigga

[Chorus]

[Curren$y]
Come thru in a white Viper with the rally stripes
A trunk hold 6 bodies if you stack em right
Same hits over the celly, sit back and write
They only found half of ya so your casket lite
Now your body real easy to carry
These hoes talk to much, me and my A.K.s finna get married
2 shots to the grill, put a hole in ya smile
With a banana clip longer than the O.J. trial
Now let me find out you tried to put a stop to my sales
Put a hole through ya head like the top of a whale
If a nigga get knocked I can post my own bail
A million dollars in cash let me outta this cell
Man y'all niggas just beginners
I got enough bricks to rebuild the whole World Trade Center
Old school Regals, D's, and gold spinners
Everyday I got a different mink for the whole winter

[Chorus]
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Biz Markie: A Thing Named Kim

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
One two, one two
The Diabolical's back again
With the Cutmaster Cool V
At the boards my man Paul Sea
But this goes out to my man Danny Dan
The beat man that makes you understand
He want me to tell somethin bout this girl named Kim
I'ma do it like this

[Verse One]
Well it was one of those days when nothing's right with the world
I was half broke, bored, and fed up with my girl
Lookin for somethin to do but wonderin how long
It would take for the next thing to go wrong
So I decided to hang, go out and ease my mind
I told myself you would never know what you might find
I took a hot bubble bath, instead of a shower
Got rid of "The Dragon," it took me a hour
Decided on a sweatsuit, Gucci red and white
Some rings and some ropes, and then I'm on for the night
The Gucci sneakers some cologne, I think Aramis
I look in the mirror and said, "Biz you look - marvelous!"
I jetted out the door, and hailed a taxi
And said "54 in a hurry," and jumped in the backseat
We arrived he said, "$8.50 and that don't count my tip"
I said, "Don't drink and drive -
GIMME MY CHANGE before I bust ya lip!"
The club was jumpin and word is bond
I saw girls walkin around with jeans painted on
Splittin they skirts up the middle, tight leather and lace
Both me and Jimmy agree, we're gonna like this place
Took a seat at the bar, the girl said what are ya drinkin?
A Coke and a smile child, and slid her a Lincoln
Took a sip of my four dollars, she looked at me strange
I said, "Psych I bet you thought you was gonna keep the change"
I made my way through the crowd, it was plain to see
Same everywhere I go, all eyes on me
I sat down at the table, and one of the staff
said, "Ain't you the Biz" I said, "

504 BOYZ - Yeah Yeahfeat. Slay Sean, Young Blaze

Artist: 504 BOYZ
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

[Master P]
Check my status, then check my name
You want to win give me the ball, the last play of the game
Cause I'm a big time baller, shot caller
From Uptown, got a house and a quarter
You wanna fight me, then bite me
Stop tripping cause your baby mama like me
We roll Benzes, Beamers, Ferraris
Then we smoked out our band new parlay
I'm like Randy Moss, throw me a pass
I'm like Belvin Davis, bout to bust your ass
Call me Austin Powers, cause I leave you groovy
I ain't R. Kelly, don't make no movies
But I'll freak you, won't beat you
You buck then I'll be the preacher
We in it, we winning
They can't stop the New No Limit

[Chorus: Slay Sean - 2x]
You wanna be me, we off the heezy
Catch me on the block, black V-Tweezy
You see the rims spinning, yeah we still winning
Who we be, the New No Limit

[Slay Sean]
Fresh out the hood daddy, look at the wood daddy
You see the neck you see the wrist, that's mad karats
Dog I'm past average, my lifestyle's lavish
Ya'll can keep the hood, I'm bout to jump it off in Paris
I got a lot of habits, love stacking cabbage
You ain't no where near my level son, don't get embarrassed
We push the hottest whips, we on that baller shit
We cop our jewels like rat, give me all of this
Bout that foolishness, bitch like a Jewish kid
I'm that dude in the club, with the bluest wrist
My whole crew is thick, you can not fool with this
I'm bout my paper, and I don't plan on losing it

[Chorus - 2x]

[Young Blaze]
Hey yo it's still me Young Blaze, still in the mix
You could catch me in a six lil one, still in the bricks
In that 5-0-4 flip it, drop the O
And you left with that four-fifth, cocked at your do'
I'm country so I talk slow, walk even slower
Sip henny in a pickle jar, chickens in a Rover
Yes sir, got Seawoodson's on the truck grinning
Like if I could stop blinking, maybe they could stop spinning

[Chorus - 2x]
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