Everything But The Girl feat Massive Attack - The Hunter Gets Captured By The Game

Artist: Everything But The Girl feat Massive Attack
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Every day brings change
And the world puts on a new face
Certain things rearrange
And this whole world seems like a new place

Secretly I've been tailing you
Like a fox that prays on a rabbit
I had to get you and so I knew
I'd have to learn your ways and habits
Oh, you the catch that I was after
But I looked up and I was in your arms
And I knew that I was captured

What's this whole world coming to?
Things just aren't the same
Anytime the hunter gets captured by the game

I had laid such a tender trap
Hoping you might fall into it
But love hit me with a sudden slap
A warm kiss and then I knew
Oh, my plans didn't work out
Like I thought
Cause I had laid my trap for you
But it seems that I got caught

What's this whole world coming to?
Things just aren't the same
Anytime the hunter gets captured by the game

I had laid such a tender trap
Hoping you might fall into it
But love hit me with a sudden slap
A warm kiss and then I knew
Oh, my plans didn't work out
Like I thought
Cause I had laid my trap for you
But it seems that I got caught

What's this whole world coming to?
Things just aren't the same
Anytime the hunter gets captured by the game
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Police - Dead End Job

Artist: Police
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Words and music by The Police

I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number
I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number

The queue gets longer everyday
I just ain't no time to stay
I ain't gonna run away
All I want to do is play

Don't wanna be no teacher
I don't wanna be no slave
I don't wanna work no assembly line
A' like my uncle Dave

The queue gets longer everyday
I just ain't got time to stay
I ain't gonna run away
All I wanna do is play

I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job

I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number
I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number

The queue gets longer everyday
All I wanna do is play
I just ain't got time to stay
But I ain't gonna run away

Don't wanna be no millionaire
Don't wanna own no mint
I don't wanna be no tax exile
And I don't mind being skint

The queue gets longer every day
I just ain't got time to stay
I ain't gonna run away
All I wanna do is play

I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job

I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number
I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number

The queue gets longer everyday
I just ain't no time to stay
I ain't gonna run away
All I want to do is play

Don't wanna be no millionaire
Don't wanna own no mint
I don't wanna be no tax exile
And I don't mind being skint

The queue gets longer every day
I just ain't got time to stay
All I wanna do is play
I ain't gonna run away

I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job

(ad lib to fade
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Pilgrim Billy - Hurricane Season

Artist: Pilgrim Billy
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
The quarter moon like chalk on a slate
Board the windows up before it's too late

The weather man and my horoscope both agree
It's not in the stars tonight for folks like me

I chase the minute hand around my watch
and smell the rain blowing in

A flashlight for my soul and a blanket for the cold
I guess we'll sit this one through

Ah it's hurricane season
Batten down the hatches boys
It's hurricane season

Rain blurred on a night like this
You'd think there's nothing left on earth

The wind measures out the size of my bones
and tries to tell me what they're worth

Then it all starts up, gets out of control
And your life blows up like a great big balloon

It gets sucked up by the swirling wind
and you know another hurricane is coming through again

At the edge of the mariner's map it's written
"Beyond this place lie monsters"

Chorus

At the edge of the mariner's map it's written
Things like this can't be forgiven
At the edge of the mariner's map it's written
Beyond this place, beyond this place
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Biz Markie: Family Tree

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: All Samples Cleared
(Music Song Lyrics):
one two, one two
this goes out to my brother dimond shell
my man jazzy jerome, def jeff
i can't forget my man kevin d and the midnight express crew
philly, soda pop
i'm gonna run down my family tree like this:
one, two, one two three and
i got a friend by the name of charlie
charlie got a wife by the name of dolly
dolly and charlie got a son named wally
and wally got a girl by the name of polly
polly got a sister by the name of molly
molly and polly got a mother named holly
father named arthur, we call him artie
you don't understand then i'm very very sorry
cousin named frita, uncle named skeeter
he's married to my fine aunt rita
who is the leader of the married cheaters
so i son't greet her, cause my uncle don't need her
grandma joyce drives a rolls royce
of the family i'm a favorite choice
buddy named homer, used to be a loner
now he's got a girl by the name of mona
now that homer's married to mona
all he does all day is bone, bone, bone her
father named lex, gets big respect
driving in his dodge 300gx
week after next, lex gets his check
me and lex will be chillin' in the x
my girl elenor, went to the drugstore
to get deodorant, i think it was pure
cause the one she used before made her underarm sore
and that's why elenor don't use it no more
a girl named betty who used to go with freddie
a girl named gwen, she's my best friend
known her ever since who knows when
and do you comprehend, the message that i send
of family and friend of grandpa ben
like, like, like, like, like, like that
bound to wreck your body
and ana na na na na na na na na na ana
cool v bring it down b

Biohazard: In Vain

Artist: Biohazard
Music Album: Mata Leao
(Music Song Lyrics):
Feel the warmth of the flame as it burns inside,
Burning high and higher pressure starts to climb,
Turning passion into sweat, Jekyll into Hyde,
Glossy eyed, unsatisfied, I can't help but deny,
As my love gets set aside,
As my love gets set aside,
Magnified by hate inside.


Face down upon the ground,
Lookin' down at her, you start to frown,
Thinking to yourself,
"Am I insane to do the things I do to her in vain?"


Woman beater with your hands wrapped around her neck,
Deranged, demented, a psycho-social wreck,
Your self-denial, hatred got to keep it in check,
You rape for love and you kill for respect.

Biohazard: Failed Territory

Artist: Biohazard
Music Album: State Of The World Address
(Music Song Lyrics):
Inner city strugglin', motherf-ckin' rat race
Condemned pressure cooker, that explodes in your face
Another neighborhood gets destroyed by the drug deal
Staking a claim on an estate that is real
Pay the mob's price for your own protection
Half a wise guy makes the wrong connections
Flooding our streets with your wanna be bullshit
Who whacks who, don't matter who gets hit
The space between the death of our friends is so close
This month it was neglect, our boy died of an overdose
Last month a gunshot, a typical story
That's just the way it goes in a failed territory
No hope, just dope, and your chances are slim
To grow up and get out 'cause you're already in
The vacuum of the street so powerful
Sucking you in it drains your mind by the hour fool
Still smoking dippers our friends are all dusted
Slave to a bottle of juice, f-cking disgusted
Can't you see the neighborhood's black hole
And the odds are that we'll never grow old
Young guns scam running on a get ahead quick tip
With your pretty ass crimes, you're on a blind road trip
Day to day death, wish we all carry inside
Welcome to your suicide
So you call yourself a part of the avenue crew
Living here doesn't offer much else to do
But get into beef and take each other's back
Kid of eighteen, broke his skull with a bat
Always changing with the trends like a f-cking chameleon
Live for yourself 'cause you're one in a million
A rebel 'cause you weren't born into wealth
But the only thing holding you down is yourself
On the road we get phone calls breaking our hearts
When they find someone we love in the trunk of a car
Nothing you can do. Just another sad story
Wake up, break out
An epitaph from your own self doubt

Xtc - King For A Day

Artist: Xtc
Music Album: Oranges And Lemons
(Music Song Lyrics):
Everyone's creeping up to the money god, putting tongues where they
didn't ought to be, on stepping stones of human hearts and souls, into
the land of "nothing for free."
Well the way that we're living, is all take and no giving, there's
nothing to believe in, the loudest mouth will hail the new found way,
to be king for a day.
Everyone's licking up to the new king pin, trying to get way up with
a smile. Sing for your supper boy and jump to a finger click, ain't
my way of living in style.
'Cause the ladder gets longer, and ambition gets stronger, I can't
satisfy the hunger, that bad old moon has got you in its sway, to be
king for a day.
You're only here once so you got to get it right. (No time to fuss
and fight.) 'Cause life don't mean much if measured out with someone
else's plight. (In time you'll see the light.)
'Cause the way that we're living, is all take and no giving, there's
not much to believe in, the loudest mouth will hail the new found way
to be king for a day
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Biz Markie: Nobody Beats The Biz

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Goin Off
(Music Song Lyrics):
Yes, y'all-and, to the like beat-and
You could either dance or just have a seat and
Listen to the way-in, what I am displayin
A different kind of rapper language that I am sayin
To all the party people, ? the info
When it come to rockin parties I-am-a-nympho-maniac
brainiac for doin my dance
And my record Make the Music, will put you in a trance-and
hypnotize your body-and, like you do Bacardi-and
you won't be fightin or illin, you just be partyin
down, with the funky sound with yours truly
I'm the original B-I-Z-M-A-R-K-I-be-the-E and
I came to have fun and, not be number one-and
just hear to let you know, who's like runnin the place
and everywhere that I perform and do a show
*beatboxing sound* as long as you know, that *beatbox drumbeat*
Nobody beats the Biz!
Nobody beats the Bizzzz
(repeat 4X)
You know me as the B-I-Z-M-A-R-K-I-E-and
I go for what I know doin a show for human beings
I'm guaranteed to rock I make the ladies scream and shout
I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
The Mardi rapper toe-tapper always have it flowin
And when you hear the BizMarkie, I get the job done
Yes I'm the M-A-R the K-I-E you know that's me
I got the stutter step to keep in check my speed is so unique
They say I look and sound funny but I don't be carin
I rock the Latin Quarter, Rooftop, Union Square and
Roseland, the Hassan?, Madison Square Garden
Even rock for the ?work fare at Jaffer Center?
Pardon the way, that I be talkin bout the places I be rockin
I love to perform, for the people that be clockin
Not sayin that you're on mine, you're on it like a hornet
But you pay for the performance, doggone it, you want it
That's why I'm here, to be like lettin you knowin
That I'ma highly recognized as the king of disco-and
makin people as they have a lot of enjoyment
I'm the best person for this type of employment, that's why...
Nobody beats the Biz!
Nobody beats the Bizzzz
(repeat 3X)
On and on, to the break of dawn
When you buy food cheap, you need a coupon
or catch a sale retail, before it gets stale
So hurry up and get the WIC? check out the mail
and shop non-stop, but how I hip-hop
on the mic and like
Make you co-op-er-ate with the rhythm, that is what I give em
Reagan is the Pres but I voted for Shirley Chilsholm
It might sound confusing, the style that I'm using
But in the end I'm sure that you will find it quite amusing
and funny, oh honey, it's just ridiculous
Don't try to front, come on and admit you was
thrilled, chilled, your heart was all filled
So respect the architect, as I begin to build
Science and my reliance is upon my rap
Like Carl Lewis I get to it, so let's go the lap...
Nobody beats the Biz
Nobody beats the Bizzzz
(repeat 3X)
[TJ Swan]
Nobody beats the Biz, nobody beats the Biz (repeat 2X)
My name is TJ Swan, nobody beats the Biz
I rock you on and on, nobody beats the Biz
You know nobody that beats the Biz
I know nobody that beats the Biz
Nobody beats the Biz, nobody beats the Biz (repeat 2X)
*BizMarkie does some beatboxing*
*TJ Swan verse resung in this version several times*
*BizMarkie beatboxes again to the end but gets cut short

Chubb Rock - The Night Scene

Artist: Chubb Rock
Music Album: The One
(Music Song Lyrics):
The night time is an ill time cause nuff crime
Happens that never gets aired on the prime
Tv stations, public relations
Gives the okay for what gets aired in the nation
You got the whole world lookin at "i love lucy"
Talented bitches on the corner sellin pussy
A variety'll give your friend for a 10=spot..
.. christians doin rimshots!
Do more heads than barbershops will
Open their legs to the public for a meal
Damn it's a shame, the shit looks unreal
College graduates sometime kneel
Check out the crack scene over there
Those two motherf-ckers gonna make about a million this year
Sell to their friends for a benz
Kill their race for a taste
For what they call or see as being the good life
Gold nuggets, lots of ducats
Beeper number 1-800-asshole
Sellin stone so we can see your bones
Cause most crackheads don't have fat legs
Skull all soft, it can crack like eggs
You fiend for the flavor, steal for the hit
Grandma's walkin home, so you bust her shit
Send her to the hospital - for twenty bucks
Beam for a half an hour - that's f-cked
Other (?) your high, for a few stay low
Ten minutes later, you need some blow
So you'll eventually croak - maybe by a stroke
You don't want the good life - no you want coke
Now come the robbers, they just steal
They move like cats - some on crack
They'll vic anything up to jeeps
These motherf-ckers play for keeps
They'll do anything that's on their mind
They come nine deep, plus pack nines
They don't care - won't shed no tears
Don't try to appeal for pity cause it's silly
They wear polo coats, baseball caps
The elderly is the main course and the snack
These young kids that leave their cribs
Hang on the streets, then these squids
Slide up on the scene with a certain lean
And then slide out but they're countin your green
And now you're vexed and you want to redeem
But it's a different world with different rules:
The night scene

Yo baby check this out
Times is gettin kinda hard, youknowhati'msayin?
Yo bitch, you gonna have to get me some serious money
Out this motherf-cker, youknowhati'msayin?
You better go out there and,
Find some friends for five dollars or some shit
Cause y'know, if i don't get my money
You know what's gonna happen right?
Somebody gonna get hurt out this motherf-cker
You know that, you know that

The night time is a different time to flow
You gotta know the rules or they'll let you know
Your heart can't take the pressure, of the scene
Periphreal vision and decisions must be keen
Cause this is a place that's far from clean
Apocalypse now - but later on you say it's a dream
But it's not a dream, it's reality
Stand on the corner and you're a goner
Go home and chill under your mom's wing
I will sing, hopefully bring
A new alternative to make some green
But stay home - not the night scene - come on!

What? yo where the motherf-ckin money at huh?
Nah i don't wanna hear nuttin about no
College and tuition shit
I just want my motherf-ckin money - now bitch!
So let's do this alright?
You ain't holdin out tonight
Cause i'll fly that motherf-ckin head
Right about now, okay?
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Hip Tragically - Fireworks

Artist: Hip Tragically
Music Album: Phantom Power
(Music Song Lyrics):
If there's a goal that everyone remembers
It was back in ol '72
We all squeezed the stick and we all pulled the trigger
And all I remember is sitting beside you
You said you didn't give a f-ck about hockey
I never saw someone say that before
You held my hand and we walked home the long way
You were loosening my grip on Bobby Orr

Isn't it amazing anything's accomplished
When the little sensation gets in your way?
Not one ambition whisperin' over your shoulder
Isn't it amazing you can do anything?

We hung out together every single moment
'Cause that's what we thought married people do
Complete with the grip of artificial chaos
And believin' in the country of me and you
Crisis of faith and crisis in the Kremlin
And yeah we'd heard all that before
It's wintertime the house is solitude with options
And loosening my grip on a fake cold war

Isn't it amazing what you can accomplish
When you don't let the nation get in your way?
Not one ambition whisperin' over your shoulder
Isn't it amazing, you can do anything?

Next to your comrades in the national fitness program
Caught in some eternal flexed arm hang
Dropping to the mat in a fit of laughter
Showing no patience tolerance or restraint

Fireworks exploding in the distance
Temporary towers soar
Fireworkds emulatin' heaven
Till there are no stars anymore
Fireworks aimin' straight at heaven
Temporary towers soar
Till there are no stars shinin' up in heaven
Till there are no stars anymore

Isn't it amazing what you can accomplish
When the little sensation gets in your way?
No ambition whisperin' over your shoulder
Isn't it amazing what you can accomplish, eh?

This one thing probably never goes away
I think that this one thing is probably supposed to stay
This one thing doesn't have to go away
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Logars Diary - Home Of The Traders - Barterstown

Artist: Logars Diary
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
"In the forecourt of Throal lies Barterstown, Barsaive's biggest market. It's a place where all
different species and cultures gather and trade. Together with the beautiful Axandria and
S'kirrel we were amazed at the home of the traders..."

There's only one street in this city
The golden gate to Throal so pretty
A market where you get everything
Weapons, food and things for spelling

Chaos everywhere
Have you ever been there
Where a hero's heart strikes higher
Take care you could deal with a liar

Gamblers playing for money
Bards singing songs like honey
Ships are flying through the air
Crowds of races everywhere

Only once a year
The greatest swordsmen meet here
To find out who's the best
In Barsaive's biggest fighting contest

The home of the traders is called Barterstown
The door to Throal - home of the crown
All this lying to his feet
Where every man gets everything he needs

Hungry and with tired feet
We're looking for a place to sleep
See the last days in our faces
We only need some warm places

The big blue mountains to Throal
Are the target we're heading for
We have to see the king
Got bad news for him to bring

The home of the traders is called Barterstown
The door to Throal - home of the crown
All this lying to his feet
Where every man gets everything he needs
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Chubb Rock - Which Way Is Up

Artist: Chubb Rock
Music Album: I Gotta Get Mine Yo
(Music Song Lyrics):
Which way is up in fact where am I
I think I made a little dough and they say I'm fly
But am I? Am I? "Yeah"
I'm I'm so fly why do I wear this gear
Clothes don't make the man it's the other way around
I live by this and I'm still platinum bound
Mistakes were definitely made in the past
Friendship contracts thrown in the trash
The guilt is not enough to tilt the game
Perseverance preserves the grame
Of an unusual talent with gallant views
Mimicked by other crews
The first attempt gets exempty
The royalty about 38 minus 8 and a quarter percent
For taxes point seven damn cents
Hence financial failure -- musical uplift
The depression didn't result in draw of a spliff
The production of the LP great by the hands of HT
Well appreciated G
Family bonds loosen then gone
Emotional debris contains memories tranquil and calm
Future seems to predict the Forbes state of being rich
But never switch Rich
But which way is up
The Webstorial monarch sparks once more
The beginning of a world wide tour
My show is fine, no props like last time
No visual effects on the rough set
Debuting hey portrait hard work
Fame ain't about chasing a damn skirt
And if I chase a skirt it'll be my own
And if not let me cast the first stone
The blood puddles paramedics on the double
Production huddles journalists write rebuttals
The question is he the best is he
Can't get an interview because he's too busy
No spotlight only concentrating on the duckets
Duckets to fill pails and buckets
The Chubbster, the one, the man who is flowing
If I get flam and change the pitch like Ryan Nolan
The undiscovered country is where I am going
Test and you get cancer of the colon
After the karm and the physical trauma
You wanna be my man and act like drama
Save that Yang and mix it with Tang
For your mama and don't ssstammmer
On the mic -- the mic can delete the squids
And the squids tell financial fibs
But it is OK hey still on the same path
Won't ever switch -- never switch cause Rich
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504 Boyz - Check Em

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
(Master P)
Who dat call the police
Yo ma called the police
I got five on the lips
But I ain't payin for the ass
You just got yo hair fixed
So can you pump a nigga gas
Now when you ridin in my truck can you pick a nigga dick
I got a boonapolist so can you be my trick
C-Murder called you hoes like some f-ckin crash dummies
It ain't love when the motherf-cking sex cost money
I ain't dissin you hoes
I just don't love you hoes
In yo raggedy ass Girbauds
When you swangin on them poles
Now if you trippin then you know you livin trife
And if you dippin I can't put you in my life
Cause all hoes suck dick
Let me tell you dog hoes you f-ckin with
See i don't play no games and i don't sweat no hoes
(But you Master P) Well bitch take off your clothes
Talk that shit now roll with it
Ya warefare check hoe go get it

(chorus)
(P) Check dem hoes
(Traci) Check dem niggas(4x)

(Traci)
Check dem hoes nigga is you crazy
You can stunt all you want but that shit don't phase me
(?) in front yo boys like you made me nigga
I hold my own ????????
Reppin like you gon shine
Nigga you is a waste of time
Gettin that ho to step to me
I gets down for mine
Me and my girls we don't play no games
f-ck you lames
When you walkin on side of me
I'm bringin you pain
You can talk that shit about suck yo dick
Get a grip
Broke bitch you ain't the shit
You know who you f-ckin wit
Drop a baby for you
Nigga you must be sick
Got no time for the lies all niggas is tricks

(chorus)

(P) Who dat call the police
Yo ma called the police
(Traci) Who dat call the police
Yo pa call the police
(P) Dem hoes call the poli
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Adam Ant - A.n.t.s.

Artist: Adam Ant
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Sung to the tune of "y.m.c.a." by the village people

Antfan, there's no need to feel down
I said antfan, cos' we ain't been around
I said antfan, there's no others in town
Who can do the things that we do

Antfan, there's a place you can go
I said antfan, called the antmusic show
I said go there, to adam and the ants
They can make you start new romance

It's fun to go to the a.n.t.s.
It's fun to go to the a.n.t.s.
Put on a kilt, dye your hair green
And dance the zerox-machine
A.n.t.s. it's fun to go to the a.n.t.s.
Put on your paint
And hold up your head
Till all the though (??) men drop dead

Antfan, i was once in your shoes
So tired and fed up with the blues
So i went and got me a sound
And we called that sound antmusic

No band does it just like we do
I said no band gets to satisfy you
Go there to the adam and the ants
They can make you start new romance

Antfan what do you want to be
Nowhere or an ant just like me

You can go there to adam and the ants
They can make you start new romance
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Perkins Carl - Matchbox

Artist: Perkins Carl
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
.nf
.po 2
.ps 23
.vs 26
f3
.ce 1
Matchbox (Carl Perkins)

I said I'm sittin' here watchin'
Matchbox hole in my clothes.
*repeat
I ain't got no matches but I sure
got a long way to go.
-------------------------------------
I'm an ol' poor boy, and I'm a
long way from home.
*repeat
I'll never be happy cause everything I've
ever did was wrong.
-------------------------------------
Well, If you don't want my peaches honey,
please don't shake my tree.
*repeat
I got news for you baby, leave me here in
misery.
-------------------------------------
Well, let me be your little dog, till your
big dog comes.
*repeat
And when your big dog gets here, watch how
your puppy dog runs.
-------------------------------------
First Verse.
.ps 15
Note: Key of A, I IV V, with no turnaround to E in twelfth bar.
f1
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504 Boyz - Thug Girl 2

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Hoody-Hoo
where they at, where they at
where the thug girls at
(Over Here Whodi)
where they at, where they at,
where the thug girls at
(Over Here Whodi)
where they at, where they at
where the thug girls at
(Overe Here Whodi)
where they at, where they at

[Master P]
where the thug girls at out that 504
where the thug girls at out that 310
where the thug girls at out that 202
where the thug girls at claiming red and blue.

I heard you jockin' Master P cause he got a mercedes
A bubble eye hummer but the feds can't fade me
you just wanna ride girls jump inside
cause I'm a 3rd ward nigga til the day that I die
I only f-ck with thug girls when I'm on tha block
and i don't mess with no hoes that say they hot
All my fighting girls grab da gat grab da gat
and all ya stuntin ass bitches step back (ya heard me)

[Chorus: repeat 4X]

where the thug girls at
(Over Here Whodi)
where they at, where they at

[Silkk the Shocker]
They wish they knew I want a girl like you
Well, girl gotta be from the hood, but you gotta know what to do
Like beta hold the bricks, beta hold the clips
but when night time comes u gotta ??? hold da sh....
Now from the streets give me the heat
you gotta know what to do wit it,
Taz hit ya you be like I dont know who did it
Take the ??? off you guys never be like you did it
Real chick only let you hit it
Respectin by my clique stayin by her man
In public business unload get wild and thangs
She's real thats why i took her money and ice her up
If a chick gets outta line respectin me she gonna slice her up
If I give her some money she gonna know how to flip that
and if I gotta go somewhere she gonna hold it down til I get back
so Hoody Hoo if you about doin somethin
and hoody hoo if you about doin no stuntin

[Chorus 4X]

[Krazy]
It's about a fight tho we can f-ck Baby waste no time
What you like in your drink girl lemon or lime
The way you shake on the dance floor got me hot
Lets Drive around the lake til we find the spot
I aint suprised that you gotta man baby its cool
Gimme one night with ya girl I bet you'll leave that fool
He probably thank you went to work when you came to the club
you aint lookin for afection you need a thug
I'll be straight up with you baby dont be his lady
A nigga like big lips cause I love some head
and if your girl wanna join I'm down with that
she can lick a niggas nuts while i hit ya from the back

[Chorus 4X]

[Master P]
There they go in that 212
There they go in that 402
There they go in that 305
There they go in that 415
There they go in that 219
There they go ,there they go, there they go,
There they go ,there they go, there they go,
Yo, Krazy Silkk Nigga, Grab a few of these thug girls
Let's go have one of those Gangsta Parties, ya heard me?
No Limit style we gonna ball til we fall
Soulja rest in all nigga
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504 Boyz Thug Girl 2

Rödelheim Hartreim Projekt - TÜRKISCH

Artist: Rödelheim Hartreim Projekt
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
30 Mark Far Deine Kack Cd Bist Du Bescheuert?
5 Waren aœberteuert Alter Du Bist Gefeuert
Wirst Erneuert Durch Mich Und Endest Als Arbeitsloser
Kleiner Aber Groaer Ganz In Rosa Eingekleideter Poser
Meine Prosa Ist So Hardcore Daa
Du Sie Wie Die Zunge Von 'ner Alten Gerne Im Ohr Hast
Komm Ruhig Vor Spast Ich Geb' Dir Meine Blitze Blanke
Glatze Plus Die Tatze In Die Fratze Wie Dem Fritze An Der Tanke
Sag Danke Und Geh Solange Du Kannst
Wenn Du Sprayer Bist Dann Spray Und Wenn Du Tanzer Bist Dann Tanz
Aber Net' Mir Auf Der Nase Deppseinsohn
Und Kannt Ihr Mich Mit Dem Gelaber Von Wegen Hiphop Bitte
Verschohnen
Ich Wohn' In Radelheim Mit Jungs Aber Das Weiat Du Ja Wahrscheinlich
Ganz Ehrlich Ich Scham' Mich Far Dich Du Bist Mir Peinlich Mein' Ich
Reim Doch Heimlich Alter Da Hatten Wir Alle Mehr Vom Leben
Hier Muat Du Den Heiarauchen Ja Ja Weitergeben

Gib Mir Den Nachsten Zug Obwohl Einer Ist Nicht Genug
Ohne Betrug Kammerad Ich Flieg' aœber Den Loop
Wie Ein Flugzeug In Hohen Laften
aœber Jungs Die Sich Brasten Und Mir Wird Schlecht Von Den Daften
Als Ob Sie Nicht Waaten Daa aœber Ihnen Wiegand Ist
Machen Sie Geschia Und Produzieren Mist
Ich Diss Dich Du Fotze Von Der Wiege Bis Ins Grab
Und Wenn Ich Nicht Hart War' War' Ich Nicht Der Chab
Der Als Bodyguard Den Racken Der Familie Hat
Dabei Glanzt Wie Die Glatze Von P. Wahrend Du Matt
Und Platt Bist Daa 'n Chabo Der Far Sicherheit Sorgt
Ans Mikro Geht Konkret Talked Und Dich Doged
Der Ort Ist Mir Egal Und Dein Gelaber Noch Egaler
Deine Alte Riecht Nach Mir Aber Du Denkst Es Ist Feniala
Genialer Asozialer Schlauer Bauer
Pat Now Who Got The Power

Fotzenlecker Und Fotzenleckerinnen Ich Har' Stimmen
Der Wichser Verliert Doch Mua Gewinnen
Von Innen Nach Auaen Alter Von Drinnen Nach Drauaen
Hart Man Schlage Aus Dem Herzen Mit Schmerzen Ohne Pausen
Ich Hab' 's Tausend Mal Gesagt Und Werd' 's Gerne Wiederholen
Bei Mir Gibt 's Mehr Skills Als Gestohlene Autos In Polen
Du Hast Wohl 'n Ego Problem Bist Schizophren
Sagst Du Freust Dich Uns Zu Sehen Aber Du Disst Uns Wenn Wir Gehen
Wir Stehen Auf Anderen Stufen Lan Andere Ebenen
Du Willst Was Wir Haben Und Ich Kann 's Dir Nicht Geben Mann
Wir Leben Am Abgrund Einer Zeit Die Krank Ist
Geld Regiert Die Welt Aber Ich Weia Wo Die Bank Ist
Fang Jetzt Bloa Keine Hektik An Mein Freund
Du Hast Viel Zu Viel Versaumt Und Auaerdem Alles Nur Getraumt
Wie 'n Joint Wirst Du Geraucht Wie 'n Loch Im Kopf Gebraucht
Und Du Kommst Nie Wieder Rauf Wenn Ich Dich Untertauch

Young Jacks I Go Way Back Check It As I Roll Over The Playback
You Think My Shit Is Wack I Can 't See How You Say That
When I Lay That Vocal On The Track Like The Hand Of A Mack
On His Bitch Punks Check Out Where I 'm At
Fat The Way I Roll Over The Groove Me Stole
In The School That 's Old They 'd Say This Must Be Told
I Fold Competition Somewhat Like A Map
This Ain't No Handicapped Rap For A Gap Left By Snap
But That Is That And This Is This Now Pump Your Fist
Excuse Me Miss Did You Just Blow Me A Kiss
Is You Tryin' To Add Me To Your List Of The Dissed Or Are You His
Taking Care Of Business Is This A Setup
The P Quickly Gets Fed Up I Put Some Led Up To Fill Your Head Up Now
Get Up
Get Up Get Up Get Up Or Get Down
As I Put A f-ckin' Hooker To The Ground Weitergeben
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Rödelheim Hartreim Projekt TÜRKISCH

Arrogant Worms, The - A Man Has Needs

Artist: Arrogant Worms, The
Music Album: Dirt!
(Music Song Lyrics):
Baby i wanna tell you all my hopes and dreams and fears
But i'm watching television, could you get me another beer
There's wrestling and pro football on, i hope you understand
I must watch it all for i am a man

And a man has needs
And a man has desires
Eternal fires that burn, burn, burn
And a man he bleeds
And a man he perspires
'til the stains show on his shirt

I missed our anniverary and the birth of our son
It was beyond my control, my team was on a playoff run
Oh baby, baby, baby, you mean everything to me
But could you move your butt, you're blocking the tv?

And a man has needs
And a man has desires
Eternal fires that burn, burn, burn
And a man he bleeds
And a man he does tire
Gets sleepy and naps on the couch

Oh baby, oh honey, oh darling, oh pudding, what are you doing with that suitcase? leaving me? what do you mean we don't communicate? we're talking all the time. we're talk about-- ooh! monster t
! that little volkswagon ain't got no chance against the cowcrusher! c'mon cowcrusher, crush that little volks-- you're gone. i hope she left me one of them pudding pops. they're tasty.

And a man has needs
And a man has desires
Eternal fires that burn, burn, burn
And a man he bleeds
And he shops at canadian tire
And he always keeps his coupons

And a man has needs
And a man has desires
Eternal fires that burn, burn, burn
And a man he bleeds
And a man he expires
And he cried when wayne gretzky retired
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Arrogant Worms, The A Man Has Needs

Carl Perkins - Matchbox

Artist: Carl Perkins
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Well I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes
Yeah I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes
I ain't got no matches, but I got a long way to go
I'm an ol' poor boy and a long way from home
I'm an ol' poor boy and a long way from home
Guess I'll never be happy, eveything I do is wrong, yeah

Well let me be your little dog, 'till your big dog comes
Let me be your little dog, 'till your big dog comes
When the big dog gets here, tell him what this little puppy done
Yeah I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes
Yeah I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes
I got no matches, got a long way to go
Let 'er go boy, go-go
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Carl Perkins Matchbox

Bis: Skinny Tie Sensurround

Artist: Bis
Music Album: The New Transistor Heroes
(Music Song Lyrics):
Skinny-tie says we forgot the 80's too quickly. like when the static mattered more than the content and the streaks in your hair were louder than your guitars, or more lately your synthesizers.
Y-tie says that he wants to look like simon le bon you know 81' 82' kinda time, maybe later.

It's the sound, it's around
It's skinny-tie sensurround

Skinny-tie says that his mum is worried about the eye liner in his pocket. says it's not natural and that his dad would be turning in his grave if he knew. he comes across some sort of half-bake
Lf-hearted point about sexuality, knowing full well that he'd never deviate no matter how much he convinces himself otherwise.

Skinny-tie reckons it impresses the girls how he's free thinking and stuff. not like these lads that are so common you know. only he doesn't realize how much we see through him. skinny-tie is ju
Meone you know and not someone you'd call a friend. you wouldn't notice if you hadn't seen him for weeks, but you know you'll see him again.

It's the sound, it's around
It's skinny-tie sensurround

Skinny-tie always asks where the cool party is, but never goes because he chickens out of wearing that gold silky suit that he saw spandu ballet wear on top of the pops and sounds of the 80's. s
-tie doesn't realize that no matter how defensive he gets about it, the 80's probably sucked if you weren't a kid.

It's the sound, it's around
It's skinny-tie sensurround