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I thought you'd be out of my mind
And I'd finally found a way to learn to live without you I thought it was just a matter of time Till I had a hundred reasons not to think about you But it's just not so And after all this time, I still can't let go I've still got your face Painted on my heart Scrawled upon my soul Etched upon my memory, baby I've got your kiss Still burning on my lips The touch of my fingertips This love so deep inside of me, baby I've tried everything that I can To get my heart to forget you But it just can't seem to I guess it's just no use In every part of me Is still a part of you And I've still got your face Painted on my heart Scrawled upon my soul Etched upon my memory, baby I've got your kiss Still burning on my lips The touch of her fingertips This love so deep inside of me, baby I've still got your face Painted on my heart Painted on my heart Painted on my heart, oh baby Something in your eyes keeps haunting me I'm trying to escape you And I know there ain't no way to To chase you from my mind I've still got your face Painted on my heart Scrawled upon my soul Etched upon my memory baby I've got your kiss Still burning on my lips The touch of my fingertips This love so deep inside of me, baby I've still got your face I've still got your face Painted on my heart Painted on my heart |
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| 2. |
| 3:35 |
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He's into that, that spiritual stuff My brother's into, my brother's into He's into that, that spiritual stuff He's into that, that spiritual stuff He's into that, that spiritual stuff It's serious, man He's into that, that spiritual stuff He's into that, that spiritual stuff He's into that, that spiritual stuff It's serious, man I seen a movie on it He's into that, that spiritual stuff Gomez: Come around my way, toast the angels He don't do what it's from, dat ain't right Sampled: He's into that, that spiritual stuff He's into that, that spiritual stuff He's into that, that spiritual stuff It's serious, man He's into that, that spiritual stuff He's into that, that spiritual stuff He's into that, that spiritual stuff It's serious, man I seen a movie on it He's into that, that spiritual stuff Gomez: Come around my way, toast the angels He don't do what it from, dat ain't right Come around my way, toast the angels He don't do what it from, and dat ain't right He don't do what it from, and dat ain't right So come around my way, toast the angels He don't do what it from, and dat ain't right He don't do what it from, and dat ain't right |
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| 3. |
| 3:25 |
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Bring sally up
And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Old miss Lucy's dead and gone Left me here to weep and moan Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Old miss Lucy's dead and gone Left me here to weep and moan Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Old miss Lucy's dead and gone Left me here to weep and moan Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Bring sally up And bring sally down Lift and squat Gotta tear the ground Old miss Lucy's dead and gone Left me here to weep and moan |
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| 4. |
| 4:15 | 
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| 5. |
| 5:14 |
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The brothers gonna work it out x 20
(Yo man, you guys are mean) (You know that) (Yo man, you guys are mean) (You know that) (Yo man, you guys are mean) (You know that) The brothers gonna work it out x 7 (Yo man, you guys are mean) (You know that) (Yo man, you guys are mean) (You know that) (Yo man, you guys are mean) (You know that) |
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| 6. |
| 2:19 |
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Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!!
[Verse One: Method Man] Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture closin down the sectar supreme neck protector Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha warmin pot about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV but cheesy, Too many wanna be hard be easy, is all in together going all not together it don't take much to please me Still homes are never satisfy like the stones we don't condome bitin in the sellin crossbones protectin what am writin don't clash with the Titan who blast with a liscence to kill rap presitence C'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)...put your lights out got the shit the crackin got you fienin with your pipes out time for some action, surfin the avenue mad at you, where I used to battle crews back when Antoinette had that attitude Cover me I'm going in, walls closin in got us bustin off these pistols my niggas got issues...again, same song armed with the mega bomb Blow you out the frame and I'm gone. [Verse Two: Redman] I was going to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown suckers break like Turbo in no zone, when I, grab the broom moon-walk platoon hawk my goons spark leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true) three nines and a glove with masu di die in the car right behind on the boss Haters don't touch, weigh us both up now my neighbor doped up got the cable hooked up. All channels lift my shirt all Mammal you ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos. sawed off shotgun hand on the pump, sippin on a forty smokin on a blunt bust my gun and Red and Meth gettin jumped La la la la, la la la laaaaa yeah c'mon, Red and Meth gettin jumped La la la la, la la la laaaaaa |
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| 7. |
| 3:15 |
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[Ice Cube]
I got a full tank of unleaded {repeat x4} Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night I got a full tank of unleaded {repeat} (verse one) {:30} I see you walkin' and i'm damn near stalkin' You a chicken head and i'm chicken hawkin', now we talkin' 'Bout your unlucky backround And how your ex-boyfriend is smokin' crack now (why) I'm very very simpathetic But baby where you headed? I got a full tank of unleaded She got in and had ass for days like BOOM, BAM, GOD, DAMN! She aks me would i harm her No, i'm a charmer A fuckin' knight in shining armour We went out and had a blast, everytime she walked past Nigga got a quick fast glimpse of that ass ("what choo wanna do after this?") I wanna get your tities in my fist But you wanna kiss Your mouth might taste like dick (ewww) And i grew up on bearin' wit, trick Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night I got a full tank of unleaded{repeat} (verse two) {1:19} Niggas that i know don't kiss no hoes Niggas that i know don't buy no clothes Niggas that i know don't fuck no pros Niggas that i know roll crews on foes Pull them panties off your hips Pussy deep as crips And 'bout as wide as my grip Never ever get me with that wipper feel They got a pants full of black steel Am i too real? You like dick i know you do Wanna bring out the hoe in you I know what you're goin' thru You already think you're cree-al You should learn to suck this like Vanessa Del Rio Aww, you thought i was a nice guy But shit, i was around eight, with bitches gettin' laid If i wrap my dick in plastic Now, how wide can that ass get? It's gettin' drastic Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night I got a full tank of unleaded{repeat} (verse three) {2:10} Should of picked up an old girl that i know That's what i get for fucking with you young hoes About to get an attitude, what's hapenin'? Baby how you actin'? Let's get it crackin' (c'mon) No? well then bitch you got to go I put her ass out, on imperial Hoe slamed my door, next to texico Kick my lexo, broke my window Put out my indo Jumped out and said "bitch are you crazy?" Fucked around and got lazy She jumped in my car, took off, now i'm stuck And all i want to do was fuck (damn....) I had to stroll all day, I had to walk all night i had a full tank of unleaded{repeat} |
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| 8. |
| 3:06 |
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attempt the keyhole how
I don't trust for free all to stop moving now you taught it all to me but I can never walk out I can never walk out I'm getting down I'm going out I have a date with a pretty ballerina I had a date with a pretty ballerina how did you get in my bed I didn't sleep with you crushed cause I tripped the alarms I'm going sugarless down on my nuts to a crawl I'm being primitive out of my head on the prowl I'm going sugarless kasabi courdarouy how can you refuse pissed out on engine noise telepathic blues you know I never lose never ever lose I'm getting down I'm going out I have a date with a pretty ballerina how did you get in my bed I didn't sleep with you crushed cause I tripped the alarms I'm going sugarless down on my nuts to a crawl I'm being primitive out of my head on the prowl I'm going sugarless how did you get in my bed I didn't sleep with you crushed cause I tripped the alarms I'm going sugarless down on my nuts to a crawl I'm being primitive out of my head on the prowl I'm going sugarless I had a date with a pretty ballerina I had a date with a pretty ballerina how did you get in my bed I didn't sleep with you crushed cause I tripped the alarms I'm going sugarless down on my nuts to a crawl I'm being primitive out of my head on the prowl I'm going sugarless how did you get in my bed I didn't sleep with you crushed cause I tripped the alarms I'm going sugarless down on my nuts to a crawl I'm being primitive out of my head on the prowl I'm going sugarless |
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| 9. |
| 3:46 |
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I'm just gonna shout this one, I'm just uhh, gonna gonna gonna gonna say this
to the people, not so much the people in the audience as the people sitting in my mind, Duh dub duh duh dububububububububbbbbb Donde esta los digits du DJ Rap? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Bring the sound to the people in a white truck Bumpin' on the road bumps Run into a tree stump Tweeter out the back door Slam into the dirt lot, stopped With the cable runnin' out the backside Disconnected And if you had a chance-ah You wouldn't even stop denying, Go talk to Anna Hand. Go start the multiplyin' Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww BlaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Red Green is like a boom to the what's dis non. Diddy on dawn to the don don diggy dawn. (repeat) CHORUS Doubt'll be the fire of your delight, but she's never gonna come back down I have The pop song on the five, but she's never gonna come back down To grab The t-shirt off the line, but she's never gonna come back down I think she's murderously sly, but she's never gonna come back down And she's never gonna come back down, And she's never gonna come back down, And she's never gonna come back down, And she's never gonna come back down, We are here to save the ERF uhhh. E-R-F uh.. Todd Berry Todd Berry I'm gonna pay you on a shorely rate, pay you on a shorely rate, rate, rate, rate, rate... Oh when I woke up and got on the BMC I saw the boom shudap and that's fresh to me .. And they were scrawling on the window with wise-ass keys, And they were driving out the lots in their Mercurys. Green is like a boom to the what's dis non. Diddy on dawn to the don don diggy dawn. (repeat) If you had a chance-ah You wouldn't even stop denying Go talk to Anna Hand, Go start the multiplyin' CHORUS Doubt'll be the fire of your delight, but she's never gonna come back down I have The pop song on the five, but she's never gonna come back down To grab The t-shirt off the line, but she's never gonna come back down I think she's murderously sly, but she's never gonna come back dowwwwwwwwn And she's never gonna come back down, And she's never gonna come back down, And she's never gonna come back down, And she's never gonna come back Dowwwnnn, He's the doom slinger, the dope beat stinger, sucka dj's they get stopped by a single finger.... Huh! He's gonna bubble it up now, He likes to bubble it up, he likes to bubble it up, he likes to bubble it up, he likes to bubble it up, Mr. BT, Mr. BT, Mr. BT, Mr. BT, Please bring it up, bring it up, bring it up, bring it up, Could you bring it up? Could you bring it up just a little more than that? Could you bring it up? Could you bring it up? Could you bring it up just..could you bring it up? Could you bring it up? Could you bring it up? Could you bring it up? Say hallelujah peoples, say hallelujah oh yes! Yes, yes in the name, the name of, in the naaaaame, In the name, And it was in my belly bitter, But in my mouth-ah, it was-ah sweeter. CHORUS Doubt'll be the fire of your delight, but she's never gonna come back down I have The pop song on the five, but she's never gonna come back down To grab The t-shirt off the line, but she's never gonna come back down I think she's murderously sly, but she's never gonna come back dowwwwwwwwwwn You understand? You know what I'm saying? Rght on to the people up front, Right to the people in the back, Right on to the bartender, Right on to the waitresses, Right on to the DJ, Right on, Right on to the lady with the beer over there in the pink skirt, Right on to all them mmmmmm English girls named Charisse... Fucking blonde English girls with ghetto names you know what I'm saying? I love that shit. And the seven unders uttered, The seven thunders undered The seven unders thundered, The seven unders thuddered, thuddered, thuddered, under, thuddered under The seven thunders uttered. Charisse-ah. BT: Fucking excellent man. DOUGHTY: That's what I do for a living.. |
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| 4:46 |
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Too Sick To Pray
I'm in a lonely room Hank Williams sings the Lovesick Blues Winter's walking up the avenue And I ain't seen the sunshine since the 6th of June But I tell you this Chorus: Don't call the doctor, I'm gonna get better Don't run for the priest, I'm gonna find some faith Just because I burned my bible baby It don't mean, I'm too sick to pray I'm in a crowded place But I can't recognize a single face They say the thrill is in the chase Well I ain't got the legs, ain't got the legs To run that race But I tell you this Chorus: Don't call the doctor, I'm gonna get better Don't run for the priest, I'm gonna find some faith Just because I burned my bible baby It don't mean, I'm too sick to pray They say I made my money messing up young minds I stooped the congregation and left them crying in the rain Yea left them with their pain Exit your boy with his ill-got left them crying in the rain Yea left them with their pain Exit your boy with his ill-got pain Exit your boy with his ill-gotten gains Well the blood runs deep and the blood runs cold As the knife slits so another sucker is born and thrown into this world alone The doctor came knocking, wasn't nobody home Better burn a candle light Rap Ease The Pain Repeat Chorus The doctor came knocking, wasn't nobody home Ease the pain Gotta find some faith Repeat chorus Better burn the candle bright Rap Ease The Pain |
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| 11. |
| 4:31 |
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[DMX]
Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO! Chorus: DMX Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here [DMX] If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight There go the gun click, nine one one shit All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime you come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to but I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else and we all thought you loved yourself But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin that, now cause they miss you Shit a nigga tried to diss you That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts Chorus [DMX] Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name First of all, you ain't rapped long enough to be fuckin with me and you, you ain't strong enough So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Superman I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic? Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go" I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over puss that don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them? They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, MAN Chorus [DMX] I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead You keep walin - lest you tryin to end up red Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead Cause youse a soft type nigga Fake up North type nigga Puss like a soft white nigga Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out Nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin Grandma wishin your soul's at rest but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest Chorus [DMX] Hold up! ERRRRRRRR! One.. two.. meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my Ruff Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my street street peoples meet me outside meet me outside, outside motherfucker X is got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man X got ya bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (Swizz Beatz) Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin again (DMX) Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again All my streets they bouncin again Bouncin again, we're bouncin again Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again Bouncin again and we bouncin again Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin y'all Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now.. {*BOOM*} |
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| 3:32 |
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Stop the rock. Stop the rock.
Stop the rock. Stop the rock. Stop the rock, can't stop the rock You can't stop the rock, stop the rock Stop the rock, can't stop the rock You can's stop the rock, can't stop the rock (repeated 4 times) Shake that paranoia, can't stop the rock! Shake that paranoia, can't stop the rock! Shake that paranoia, can't stop the rock! Shake that paranoia, can't stop the rock! Shake that paranoia, can't stop the rock! Come move me move me Dancing like Madonna, into the groovy Shake that paranoia, can't stop the rock! Come move me move me Dancing like Madonna, into the groovy Stop the rock, can't stop the rock You can't stop the rock, can't stop the rock You can't stop the rock, can't stop the rock You can't stop the rock, can't stop the rock Let's get down and dirty baby Come get down and dirty babe Come get down and dirty babe Come get down and dirty babe Down and dirty baby Down and dirty baby Down and dirty baby Down and dirty baby Shape the rock like Henry Moore Aphrodite at the waterhole Shape the rock like Henry Moore Aphrodite at the waterhole, come on! Stop the rock, can't stop the rock You can't stop the rock, can't stop the rock You can't stop the rock, can't stop the rock You can't stop the rock, can't stop the rock |
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(It goes a little something like, like, like this.)
In my shoes My toes are busted My kitchen says My bread is molded Got a good job At the dollar store One foot in the hole One foot gettin' deeper With a broken mirror And a blown out speaker I ain't got much else to lose I'm faded, flat busted Been jaded I been dusted I know that I've seen better days One foot in the hole One foot gettin' deeper Crank it to eleven And blow another speaker And I ain't got much to lose 'Cause I've seen better days Been the star of many plays I've seen better days And the bottom drops out I've seen better days Been the star of many plays I've seen better days And the bottom drops out Now my cup's filled up with five buck wine Find myself here all the time Another rip in the glass Another chip in my tooth Rained on I've been stained on Found another goat I tried to put the blame on Now I'm steppin on all the cracks So I guess there ain't no use 'Cause I've seen better days Been the star of many plays I've seen better days And the bottom drops out I've seen better days Been the star of many plays I've seen better days And the bottom drops out (like my Gucci bag?) (That's beautiful, beautiful) I'm bent like glass Second hand like glory Missed the bus but I'm in no hurry Molasses fast no business born One foot in the hole One foot gettin' deeper Crank it to eleven And blow another speaker And I ain't got much to lose 'Cause I've seen better days Been the star of many plays I've seen better days And the bottom drops out I've seen better days Been the star of many plays I've seen better days I've seen better days I know that I've seen better days I've been the star Of so many plays Walked on the edge with that hobo way 'Cause I know I know that I've seen better Better days (Now I'm real thirsty) |
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| 2:47 |
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