Various Artists - I Love Trash

Artist: Various Artists
Music Album: Sesame Street Sing-Along
(Music Song Lyrics):
Oh I love trash
Anything dirty or dingy or dusty
Anything ragged or rotten or rusty

Yes I love trash
I have here a sneaker that's tattered and worn
A gift from my mother the day I was born
I love it because it's trash

Yes I love trash
Anything dirty or dingy or dusty
Anything ragged or rotten or rusty
Yes I love trash
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Hill Dru - What are we gonna do

Artist: Hill Dru
Music Album: Various songs / Unsorted
(Music Song Lyrics):
Intro):
Whispers passed in silence
Two lovers passing in the night
A love thats left and hopeless
That can never survive
1 What are we gonna do
What are they gonna to say
Where are we gonna to go
When they find out
What are we gonna do
What are they gonna say
Where are we gonna go
When they find out
Sing your song sing your song sing your song
Really dont know you well
Got to get to know me too
So see, we can make this work
Through your friends wont approve
See, we cant let them know
Exactly whats going on
Cuz they wont understand
What we have between us
(Repeat 1)
Woody, Woody, Woody, Woddy
I know we may be rushing
Theres no time to think it through
Cuz when love overcomes your heart
Theres nothing you can do
Misery loves company
By now you should know
People always have advice about being together
When theyre all alone
I cry
I cry, I cry, late at night baby
Inside
Inside my heart babe
I was all alone
Dont you let no God damn body come near
And tear our love apart
Cuz I love you girl
Youre all my world
So what are we gonna do
What are we gonna do
I feel so afraid, babe
Feel like a baby
Just hold me darling
And let me know
I need to know
Ive got to know
What are we, oh baby
(Repeat 1) x2
What are we gonna do
Oh well, well, well, well, well, well
Oh baby, well, well, well, well
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Hill Dru What are we gonna do

Hill Dru - This is what we do

Artist: Hill Dru
Music Album: Various songs / Unsorted
(Music Song Lyrics):
Featuring Method Man]
Yeah baby hey yeah yeah
And you know said you know
Said you know said you know babe yeah
So you say your ish is it
And you say your ish is hot
You want me to touch your spot
Cuz thats how we do it
Now I watch your earrings jingle
And I watch you work your middle
Cuz your handle bars aint little
Makes me wanna (Yall aint ready)
1 If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah show me what to do
I keep it movin, givin it to you
Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah
(Repeat 1)
Said East Side, where you at , yo what the deely
And to my ladies over West can you feel me
Tell me what the deal with the south
And tell me Master P got it all figured out
But if you say you with me, show you with me
Youre so pretty, you stay shitty,
Aaint no shorty over 40 chillin in the VIP with me
Damn right, game tight, cuz thats how we do it tonight
(Repeat 1) x2
[Method Man]:
Who got the best body on the planet
I take advantage, then skate like the kissin bandit
Leave of hearts
Got these shorties out after dark
Were lady killers
Now blow back apart, raw dealers, the cat Dru Hill or
Strange love, seven thirty, Im like Herbie with a Love Bug
Then skip town like a Casanova brown Mrs.
You look delicious like a two piece with a biscuit
Whats goin down?
In my mind Im rippin your clothes
Playing with your peep girl suckin your toes
Go round with the Ghetto Sarano, mello,
Romeo, who like his women on the same level
Pay my bills that were due, all accounts settled
Now Im relaxing like Pa now with Ma Kettle
Baby laughing, earrings in both nipples
Like Janet Jackson, busting out her latest fashion
Or the smashin
Honey come on over here, I **** be cold
Throw them panties over there, you wont need those
You talk like sex
You walk like sex
Ya smell like sex
Ya yell like sex
And all ya want is Mr. Map, hell of a man
That can sell an Eskimo a fan
I come equipped for any spot that you want hit
Or want licked, when my ___ hit the ______, ahh, shit
I start to think back on how I go hump
In seven minutes to heaven at the age of eleven
Couldnt tell me nuthin then, cant tell me nuthin now
Honey child, milkin the cow, lovin my style
This is what we do kid, me and them Dru kids
Take em blind, crimp em and crazy, even toothless
Lastly, if you know me dont ask me
Call me Method, Mr. Mack if ya nasty
(Repeat 1) x2
If I move it on the left, will it be hot to death
If I move it on the right will you make it last all night (Woody)
If I move it up and down will you make a freaky sound come on
If I move it in and out will it make you scream and shout
(Repeat 1 until fade
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Eric Berry - Whatch ya wanna do

Artist: Eric Berry
Music Album: Various songs / Unsorted
(Music Song Lyrics):
chillin here with my brother smokin on that mother f-ckin weed we come from long beach we tell the mother f-ckin story how it goes down we tell niggas not to f-ck with us cuz we are just g's like that. we smoke niggas like crack we stop them from sellin there crack to are hood and we tell niggas to back the f-ck up cuz niggas don't with us we will smoke your ass like dosher. niga whatch ya wanna do whatch ya wanna do whatch ya wanna do.ya see hear we come to much we come to sweet we come to close all my niggas is heavy hitters around hear so my niggas with us
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Biz Markie: Buck Wild

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

Hey I'd like to tell you a little story
about my man named Dee
Yo, even from when he was little
he was like kinda on a tough tip
Doin all that stuff
But, I'ma tell you the way..
.. it should really go like..
.. the way he would say it now check this out

When I was young, he always dreamed of bein rich
But compared to then, that'd been a big switch
Drivin big cars, wearin rings and ropes
but man without a plan all he had was hopes
So he sat down, and thought, what he wanted to be
But it seems, no occupation had appeal to Dee
He didn't wanna be a doctor, he don't like school
It wasn't that he was dumb, he just thought he was too cool
Cause all the moneymakers and the big-time crooks
he never ever seen NONE of them carryin books
He used to be on the block, do whatever they pleased
Never had a nine to five, but STILl clocked G's
Harold Reuben, Freewood Ave would make a man of them too
And he thought, yeah that's the life, he wanna do like they do
So he start to flip and cut class with the big boys
Take other kids toys, cause he didn't dig noid
He'd rather run the block and watch the hustlers play
And he'll say, he wanna be just like that one day
He used to run in the stores, steal cookies and candy bars
Watchin the pimps roll by in they fancy cars
But never did the thought even pass
at the time, he 'posed to have his behind in class
So when report cards came, all he received was a F jack
And he got his neck smacked, for cold gettin left back
But yet and still, he didn't care
Cause to him, school's for the birds so he didn't belong there
When he was only eight he hung out with the pros
And he went, from stealin candy, to boostin clothes
He used to dip out the class, go straight to the mall
And he'll take, ANYTHING from anybody at all
His neighbors used to ask his mother "Brown what's WRONG witcha child?
He done ROBBED my damn house again, yo that kid is buck wild.."

Yo, I don't know whassup, but he be BUGGIN word up
Yo that yo.. I'm just sayin like this
I don't whassup, but
I think you will understand a little bit more of the situation
I'ma say like he would say it, on this second part
So just check this out aight?
Just kick it one two three, go head, go head man, go head

He was a crook -- at the age of nine
Do whatever it took -- he'll ROB YOU BLIND
Snatchin pocketbooks, robbin blind ol men
way back WHEN.. when he was only ten
Then when he was in 5th grade, he carried a switchblade
Tried to stay rich to keep him and his bitch paid
And if he ever had to travel somewhere far
Take a bus? PSSH - HE'D GO STEAL HIM A CAR!
He'd always choose to live his life the wild way
Tag?! Russian Roulette is what he'll play
His moms and pops told him when he first reached Junior High
the way you live determine just how soon you die
And he didn't care because to him it was fun
and he was only THIRTEEN when he got his first gun
He robbed stores and did stick-ups frequently
Gave a new name to juvenile delinquency
And yeah you know that, he, was on the go
Seven days of the week, he kept his pockets full of dough
But he was headed for a dead end fast
Cold riskin his ass for petty cash that didn't last
Went back and forth to jail six times
for stolen cars and stick-up and various crimes
So when he sit in his cell, he reminisce as a child
it don't pay to do crime today, so don't be buck wild..

Ay that that that's a little bit of a lesson
for all the kids out there you know now
Yeah yeah yeah you know what I'm sayin
And this is comin from
The Grand High Exalted Mystic Ruler
Ain't no one cooler
In 7th grade I had a teacher named Mr. Dulah
who used to wear his pants up to his chest
And I want you to just listen
cause.. this is no joke, so don't be buck wild..