Artist : MICHELE, CHRISETTE
Album : Epiphany

I'm Done, Done, Done

[Verse 1]
Riddle me this, When you be wit yo friends, laughing and joking and loud talking
Why you get quiet soon as I walk in the room?
Riddle me this, You be going out wit yours, but expect me to stay in doors
You don't ever want me to hang out wit my crew

Baby I'm a grown woman dealing wit grown woman things
So if you're gonna stay my man, some things gonna have to change

[Chorus]
Cause I'm so done with all the not knowing
So over wondering what you've done, I'm bout to be on to another one (On to another one)
So over being so over, So done with not having any fun (not having any fun)
I'm bout to be on to another one (on to another one)

[Verse 2]
Cause I don't play games, ya friends come around you don't act the same
Kissing and hugging then suddenly I'm bugging you (suddenly I'm bugging you)
Well baby that ain't cool, cause I all do, is stay catering to you boy
But you don't wanna treat me like you supposed too

Baby I'm a grown woman dealing wit grown woman thangs (grown woman thangs)
So if you wanna stay my man, some things gonna have to change

[Chorus]
Cause I'm so done with all the not knowing
So over wondering what you've done, I'm bout to be on to another one (On to another one)
So over being so over, So done with not having any fun (not having any fun)
I'm bout to be on to another one (On to another one)

[Bridge]
No more, fooling with you, with you (No more)
I've realized I've got better things to do
Like on to another one...

Oh oh oh ohhohh ohhhhh ohhhh

[Chorus]
Cause I'm so done with all the not knowing
So over wondering what you've done, I'm bout to be on to another one (On to another one)
So over being so over, So done with not having any fun (not having any fun)
I'm bout to be on to another one (On to another one)

I'm bout to be on to another one, I'm done done done
I'm done done done

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Artist : MICHELE, CHRISETTE
Album : Epiphany

It's a long shot, but I'm feeling kinda of bold
when I saw you then my heart its in full control
Can we go, ooooh baby, somewhere we can get to know each other

I'm kind of anxious; see Im not the kind of girl that would do this, Im so far outside my world
But if I don't, I don't tell you baby, it'll kill me to never know, oooh

[Chorus:]
Don't leave me (Don't leave me)
I wanna live(I wanna live)
Can you see me (Can you see me)
Here on the edge (Here on the edge)
Boy don't tell me no, don't tell me no
While my heart is fragile, oooooh
La la la la la la la la oh oh fragile [x4]
lalalalalalalal eh

Boy dont tell me no, dont tell me no
While my heart is fragile

I ain't begging, that ain't ever been my style, something is different when I'm looking in your eyes

I lose, I lose my cool baby, the closer that you get to me ooohh

I can't take another second, ohh I'm jumping out my skin, if loving is the game, then boy you got to let me win oooh baby, baby, baby, its like I cant barely breathe
No no no no no no!

[Chorus:]
Don't leave me (Don't leave me)
I wanna live(I wanna live)
Can you see me (Can you see me)
Here on the edge (Here on the edge)
Boy don't tell me no, don't tell me no
cos my heart is fragile, yeah yeah!
La la la la la la la la oh oh fragile [x4]
lalalalalalalala eh
Boy don't tell me no, don't tell me no
cause my heart is fragile, yeah yeah yeah yeah yea

I ain't begging, I wont plead , I'm just asking you to see
You will see me
You see me boy [x2]

I ain't like this normally; I'm not the kind of fool you see
But don't you think, that you and me can barely be....

[Chorus:]
Don't leave me (Don't leave me)
I wanna live(I wanna live)
Can you see me (Can you see me)
Here on the edge (Here on the edge)
Boy don't tell me no, don't tell me no
while my heart is fragile, oooooh
La la la la la la la la oh oh fragile [x4]
lalalalalalalala eh
Boy dont tell me no, dont tell me no
cos my heart is fragile, oh oh oh oh

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Artist : MICHELE, CHRISETTE
Album : Epiphany

Whoa Oh Oh Oh
Whoa Oh Oh oh

[Verse]
No I've never been ashamed
Or afraid to speak my mind
I'm the type of girl
That's gonna' say what I don't like
I know I can be a handful
Sometimes I run my mouth
I'm used to being in control
Decide on what goes down

Well I met my match
Plus your more of a man
Than I ever had (Ooh Ooh Ooh)
This table's turned and
I can't find the words
To describe how good it hurts

[Chorus]
You are
(You are)
My Mr. Right
(You got me weak, you got me weak, you got me weak)
I can't even fight
(Oh Oh Oh)
One touch and I'm paralyzed
(I can't think, I can't move, I can't speak)
And I'm convinced your love is mine
Mr. Right (You got me weak, you got me weak)
Mr. Right (Can't move, I can't think, I can't speak)
Mr. Right (You got me weak, you got me weak)
Mr. Right (Can't move, I can't think, I can't speak)

[Verse 2]
My defenses are so useless
I don't even have the power
I'm falling more for you with every minute, every hour
My friends will find it funny
If they could see me now
Cause there'll so used to me running the show
When I'm around

Yes I met my match (Oh)
Plus your more of a man (Oh)
Than I ever had (Ooh Ooh Ooh)
This table's turned (Oh)
And I can't find the words (Oh)
To describe how good it hurts

[Chorus:]
You are
(You are)
My Mr. Right
(You got me weak, you got me weak, you got me weak)
I can't even fight
(Oh Oh Oh)
One touch and I'm paralyzed
(I can't think, I can't move, I can't speak)
And I'm convinced your love is mine
Mr. Right (You got me weak, you got me weak)
Mr. Right (Can't move, I can't think, I can't speak)
Mr. Right (You got me weak, you got me weak)
Mr. Right (Can't move, I can't think, I can't speak)

[Bridge]
I'm changing my ways
Maybe I'll get in
You might be the man
Mr. Right, Mr. Right

[Chorus]
You are
(You are)
My Mr. Right
You got me weak, you got me weak, you got me weak)
And I can't even fight
(Oh Oh Oh)
One touch and I'm mesmerized
(I can't think, I can't move, I can't speak)
I'm convinced your love is mine
Mr. Right (You got me weak, you got me weak)
Mr. Right (I can't move, I can't eat, I can't sleep)
Mr. Right (You got me weak, you got me weak)
Mr. Right (I can't eat, I can't sleep)

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Artist : PINK FLOYD
Album : The Final Cut

when you're one of the few to land on your feet
what do you do to make ends meet?
teach
make them mad, make them sad, make them add two and two
make them me, make them you, make them do what you want them to
make them laugh, make them cry, make them lie down and die

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Artist : MICHELE, CHRISETTE
Album : Epiphany

[Talking:]
I can't even believe we're having this conversation again... oh my god.
Here's the thing
I need you to stop treatin me as if I'm simple or naive.
As if I don't know nothing bout the world.
I understand you think you protecting me, but I could use a little room to breathe
And the re-spect you give a woman not a girl...
Here's the thing
I appreciate all the love
The constant catering kisses and hugs
But lately I'm wondering what you do it for
If the reason you act all over sweet is cause you want to keep me on a leash.
I have no choice but to show you the door.

[Chorus: x2]
If you want to cradle me like a little girl
And lock me down
I'm not your possession
I'm a full grown woman I am not your porcelain doll

Here's the thing you wanna put me in fancy clothes
And take me everywhere you go
And show me off to all your fancy friends...
Well here's the thing
I really don't mind the clothes
I love a nice dress with some open toes
But a trophy I'm not, So baby think again...
(Hey) and Here's the thing
You always wanna hold my hand
And say things to me like I'm the man So let me do what a man's suppose to do
Well here's the thing you can be the man all the while
Understanding I am not a child
You're a man for sure, but baby I'm grown too...
Hey Hey

[Chorus: x2]
If you want to cradle me like a little girl
And lock me down
I'm not your possession
I'm a full grown woman I am not your porcelain dollIf you want to cradle me like a little girl
And lock me down
I'm not your possession
I'm a full grown woman I am not your porcelain doll

[Hook:]
Said you gotta respect me totally
Otherwise I'm goin up and leave
And baby I know you don't want me to do that.
So you gotta respect me totally, so when I say back up off of me
Just kiss my cheek and when I leave move back...

[Chorus: x2]
If you want to cradle me like a little girl
And lock me down
I'm not your possession
I'm a full grown woman I am not your porcelain doll

I'm a full grown woman I am not your porcelain doll
One more time
I'm a full grown woman I am not your porcelain doll

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Artist : MICHELE, CHRISETTE
Album : Epiphany

[Verse 1]
Time don't stop and wait for pain
Pain does fade away in time
Guess it all was just a game
When you gave your heart and I gave mine

[CHORUS]
I'm okay (I'm okay)
I'm just fine
We fade away, hardly crossed my mind

I'm okay (I'm okay)
My memories, they comfort me
Thoughts of what we used to be

[Verse 2]
Must admit you had me fooled
The love felt real, I can't deny
I really wish I did not know the truth
So I could go back to that lovely lie

[CHORUS]

[VAMP]
Any lonely hearts when I breath (lonely hearts, when I breath)
I can't feel it til I take a breath (take a breath)
And I'm holding on to these false memories
Cause that's all, all that I've got left

[CHORUS (repeat til end)]

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Artist : MUSE
Album : Origin Of Symmetry

Passing by you light up my darkest skies
You take only seconds to draw me in
So be mine and your innocence I will consume

Dark shines
Bringing me down
Making my heart feel sore
Because it's good

Hold your hands up to your eyes again
Hide from the scary scenes, suppress your fears
So be mine and your innocence I will consume

Dark shines
Bringing me down
Making my heart feel sore
Because it's good
You're dark shines
Bringing me down
Making my heart feel sore
Because it's good

Dark shines
Bringing me down
Making my heart feel sore
Because it's good

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Artist : MUSE
Album : Origin Of Symmetry

Ignorance pulls
Apostasy and apathy still rules
Yeah you know it's cool
Just suck and see
A future turn us into silent gods
And I won't miss you at all

Grounded
Boxed in
Like the evil in your veins
Grounded
Boxed in
I am stuck with you

Fate can't decide
Alignment of the planets in your hands
Come on crush our plans
Just suck and see
A future that won't let you disagree
And I won't miss you at all

Grounded
Boxed in
Like the evil in your veins
Grounded
Boxed in

Feeling feeling everything
Feeling feeling everything

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Artist : RASCAL FLATTS
Album : Unstoppable

I should have stsolen every moment
Now there's a page
With not enough on it
Where we belong
I guess I'll never understand it
Why do we take it all for granted
Until it's gone
'Cause then it's gone

[Chorus]
Love who you love
With all that you have
And don't waste the time
That flies so fast
Love who you love
And say that you do
Hold on as tight as they'll let you
Love who you love

Give all you've got
Like it's your last day
Your heart and soul
Before it's too late
And pull them in so close
Enough that they can feel it
With every single breath that
You're breathing
Breathe it in again and again

[Chorus]
Love who you love
With all that you have
And don't waste the time
That flies so fast
Love who you love
And say that you do
Hold on as tight as they'll let you
Love who you love

Hold on, hold on

Yeah, love who you love
Say that you do -- yeah

[Chorus]
Love who you love
With all that you have
And don't waste the time
That flies so fast
Love who you love
And say that you do
Hold on as tight as they'll let you
Love who you love

Yeah, love
Love who you love
Say that you do
Hold on, keep on holdin' on -- yeah
Yeah, with every single breath
You're breathing

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Artist : RASCAL FLATTS
Album : Unstoppable

I can hear the truck tires coming up the gravel road
And its not like her to drive that slow, nothin's on the radio
Footsteps on the front porch, I hear my doorbell
She usually comes right in, now I can tell

[Chorus]
Here comes goodbye
Here comes the last time
Here comes the start of every sleepless night
The first of every tear I'm gonna cry
Here comes the pain
Here comes me wishing things had never changed
And she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye

I can hear her say I love you like it was yesterday
And I can see it written on her face that she had never felt this way
One day I thought I'd see her with her daddy by her side
And violins would play here comes the bride

[Chorus]
Here comes goodbye
Here comes the last time
Here comes the start of every sleepless night
The first of every tear I'm gonna cry
Here comes the pain
Here comes me wishing things had never changed
And she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye

Why does it have to go from good to gone?
Before the lights turn on, yeah and youre left alone
All alone, but here comes goodbye

Oh-oooo

[Chorus]
Here comes goodbye
Here comes the last time
Here comes the start of every sleepless night
The first of every tear I'm gonna cry
Here comes the pain
Here comes me wishing things had never changed
And she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye

Oh-oooo

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Artist : RASCAL FLATTS
Album : Unstoppable

It's just another simple
Voicemail message
I'll pick you up and we'll do
Dinner by the fire
And we'll just watch it snow
It's from a year ago
Baby, I love you
And I can't wait to see you tonight
I've been thinking about you
All day long
She pushes nine to save
But still can't erase 'cause --

[Chorus]
It makes her feel close
Makes her smile
It's like he's with her almost
Til the tears take over
She's still in hell
But she tells herself
She's ready to let him go
'Cause that makes her feel close

It's just a worn out
Notre Dame t-shirt
She's gotten mad
And tried to throw that thing away
At least a hundred times
But she's got it on tonight
He used to wear it on the weekend
Just runnin' around
Probably forgot he even left it
behind
She says it keeps her warm
Oh, but it's so much more

[Chorus]
It makes her feel close
Makes her smile
It's like he's with her almost
Til the tears take over
She's still in hell
But she tells herself
She's ready to let him go
'Cause that makes her feel close

To saying goodbye, getting
On with her life
Maybe give love another try
One more try
Oh, one more try

[Chorus]
It makes her feel close
Makes her smile
It's like he's with her almost
Til the tears take over
She's still in hell
But she tells herself
She's ready to let him go
'Cause that makes her feel close

It makes her feel close
Makes her feel close

It's just a worn out Notre
Dame t-shirt
She's gotten mad and tried
To throw that thing away
At least a hundred times
But she's got in on tonight

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Artist : RASCAL FLATTS
Album : Unstoppable

Ooh. Hiya.
I miss you so much
Your light, your smile, your way
and everything about us.
Now you're gone,
You're still here in my heart and in my tears.
Yeah you sure left your mark.

[Chorus:]
It wasn't long enough,
It wasn't long enough together
but it was long enough,
yeah it was long enough to last forever.

Sometimes I get so mad, I scream, I swear at this
cause this isn't how we planned it.
I sit here in a cold room
prayin', waitin' on you,
to roll back through that door,
to the way that is was before
you left

[Chorus]

Been cheated (I've been Cheated)
Defeated (defeated, to believe)
To believe that you're gone.
(You're gone, you're gone)
Ooh it was wrong (so wrong, so wrong)

It wasn't long enough
It wasn't long enough
It wasn't long enough

No

[Chorus]

It wasn't long enough [x6]

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Artist : RASCAL FLATTS
Album : Unstoppable

She got the long blonde hair
Got the red sports car
And you know she's got the
Top laid back
She got the movie star smile
Got the sun kissed tan
Santa Barbara in summer
Yeah, she feels like that

Hey, she's like a canyon drive
In a midnight sky
Those eyes are deep enough
To get lost
Her legs are palm tree tall
The way she walks
Like the heat on a runway
When the cameras go off

She's small town from the country
She ain't big time but she could be

[Chorus]
Hey, Hollywood never looked this
Good
Bright as the big screen burns
Hey, I bet drivin' down Sunset
They're lookin' for a face like hers
Yeah, I've been all around
This world
And she'd be California
If California was a girl

She's like a red, red wine
Like a righteous wave
She's a day at the beach in Corona
Del Mar
She's never been out there
Felt the bright spot light
But she could have her own star
On that dreamer's boulevard

I've driven down that coastline
And I've stood there under that
Big sign

[Chorus]
Hey, Hollywood never looked this
Good
Bright as the big screen burns
Hey, I bet drivin' down Sunset
They're lookin' for a face like hers
Yeah, I've been all around
This world
And she'd be California
If California was a girl

I'd chase that wild sunset
I'd be gone on my way,
Way out west
Yeah, I've been all around
This town

Hey, Hollywood never looked this good
Bright as the big screen
Hey, I bet drivin' down Sunset
Lookin' for a face like hers
Yeah, she'd be California
If California was a girl
Now she'd be California
If California was a girl
Hey California

She got the long blonde hair
Got the red sports car
And you know she's got the
Top laid back
She got the movie star smile
Got the sun kissed tan
Santa Barbara in summer
Yeah, she feels like that

Yeah, she'd be California
Hey, Hollywood

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Artist : RASCAL FLATTS
Album : Unstoppable

So, so you made a lot of mistakes
Walked down the road a little sideways
Cracked a brick when you hit the wall
Yeah, you've had a pocketfull of regrets
Pulled you down faster than a sunset
Hey, it happens to us all
When the cold, hard rain just won't quit
And you can't find your way out of it

[Chorus]
You find your faith that's been lost and shaken
You take back what's been taken
Get on your knees and dig down deep
You can do what you think is impossible
Keep on believing, don't give in
It'll come and make you whole again
It always will, it always does
Love is unstoppable

Love, it can weather any storm
Bring you back to being born, again
Oh, it's the helping hand
When you needed it most
The lightouse shining on the coast
That never goes dim
When your heart is full of doubt
And you think that there's no way out

[Chorus]
You find your faith that's been lost and shaken
You take back what's been taken
Get on your knees and dig down deep
You can do what you think is impossible
Keep on believing, don't give in
It'll come and make you whole again
It always will, it always does
Love is unstoppable

It's unstoppable

Like a river keeps on rollin'
Like a north wind blowin'
Don't it feel good knowin'
Yeah--

[Chorus]
You find your faith that's been lost and shaken
You take back what's been taken
Get on your knees and dig down deep
You can do what you think is impossible
Keep on believing, don't give in
It'll come and make you whole again
It always will, it always does
Love is unstoppable

Love is unstoppable
So, so you made a lot of mistakes
Walked down the road a little sideways
But love, love is unstoppable

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Artist : RASCAL FLATTS
Album : Unstoppable

Sometimes he lets that boss get
In his head
He can't see passed that mountain
Of deadlines on his desk
Five o'clock, he's the last one
Out of the gate
And he gets cut off, flipped off, ticked off
Out on the interstate
And he wonders why this world won't
Leave him alone
Til he hears that little voice holler
Daddy's home

Things that matter
Things that don't

She's held on to that grudge
All her life
And thirty years of anger
Since her dad walked out that night
She thinks of all the moments
That he's missed
All the birthdays, ballets, first dates
It seems too much to forget
She gets that call that said he
Don't have long
She walks in, he starts crying
The past is gone

Things that matter
Things that don't

Time ain't on our side
Don't wanna leave this world
With why didn't I, why didn't I
Yeah, why didn't I

Sometimes I take on this world
By myself
Thinkin' I got all the answers
Don't need anybody's help
When God was right there waiting
For me all along
To fall down on my knees
Surrender all

Things that matter, things that don't
Things that matter, things that don't

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Artist : RASCAL FLATTS
Album : Unstoppable

It's summer nights baby!

Come on ladies, it's time to
Pop that top
And fellas, I know you're
Ready to rock
We went crazy, cooped
Up all winter long
And school is out so let's
Get it on
Flip flop tan and some white sand
I know the perfect spot

[Chorus]
Summer nights
Everybody are you with me
Let that igloo cooler
Mark your piece of paradise
Summer nights
Everybody's feeling sexy
Holler if you're ready
For some summer nights

Come on -- Oh, yeah, yeah

Now fellas, you better watch
Your step
Don't them teeny French bikinis
Make you lose your breath
Back to the ladies
Y'all keep doing y'alls thing
'Cause everything about you
Makes me wanna scream

The sun is getting low,
There it goes
Here we go, here comes the moon
Things start getting all heated up
When it starts getting cool -- yeah

[Chorus]
Summer nights
Everybody are you with me
Let that igloo cooler
Mark your piece of paradise
Summer nights
Everybody's feeling sexy
Holler if you're ready
For some summer nights

Oh, it's a party down in Padre
Big bonfire on the beach
It's Coronas in Daytona, y'all
Well, it's wild and it's free

[Chorus]
Summer nights
Everybody are you with me
Let that igloo cooler
Mark your piece of paradise
Summer nights
Everybody's feeling sexy
Holler if you're ready
For some summer nights

[Chorus]
Summer nights
Everybody are you with me
Let that igloo cooler
Mark your piece of paradise
Summer nights
Everybody's feeling sexy
Holler if you're ready
For some summer nights

Yeah, yeah are you ready
For some summer nights
Everybody's feeling sexy
Summer nights

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Artist : RASCAL FLATTS
Album : Unstoppable

There's a Mountain Dew can
With lipstick on it
Rollin' around his truck bed
He just leaves it back there
One of the things he has left of
Her

When he drives into the late
Day sun
You can see a set of footprints
He ain't gonna clean that
Windshield
He'd rather just live with the hurt

[Chorus]
He's holdin' on to the wheel
On to the way she made him feel
On to the shifter, on to
The pictures
Every precious moment with her
Like the left beheind colors in the
Sky
When the sun is gone
He's holdin' on

Oh, he's holdin' on

There's a voicemail on his cell
Phone
He don't dare erase
She endeed with I love you
And he saves it just in case it
Might still be true
No, he ain't through

[Chorus]
He's holdin' on to the wheel
On to the way she made him feel
On to the shifter, on to
The pictures
Every precious moment with her
Like the left beheind colors in the
Sky
When the sun is gone
He's holdin' on

To the past
To the last time he held her
Her breath on his neck
The three words she said
Oh --

He's holdin' on to the wheel
On to the way she made him feel
On to the shifter
On to the pictures
Every precious moment with her
He's holdin' on
Yeah, he's holdin' on and on
He's holdin' on, he's holdin' on

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Artist : RASCAL FLATTS
Album : Unstoppable

Should've been much further
Than this by now
Little bit more gone a little
Less twisted around
Shouldv'e been much better,
You'd think
But I'm not, I'm still stuck
I'm still here in this rut

Looking back on everything
That we had
Holding on to words that we
Can't take back
What am I to do with the past
When it's all that I have
And I can't get you back

[Chorus]
Now I wait by the phone
In the dark, drunk on hope
I'm so lost, I'm so low
and I just want you to know
Everywhere that I go
I'm reminded of us
Where we've been, all we've done
And all the love that we shared
Once

Oh, once --

I remember you saying I was the one
And nothing could change that
But you were wrong
Its funny how life turns on a dime
Now we don't even talk
I just just stare at these walls and

[Chorus]
Now I wait by the phone
In the dark, drunk on hope
I'm so lost, I'm so low
and I just want you to know
Everywhere that I go
I'm reminded of us
Where we've been, all we've done
And all the love that we shared
Once

Once, you made the world feel
So right
Once, you were my morning,
Noon and night
Why'd we slip away
Why did it all change
Now will I ever be the same

Now I wait by the phone
In the dark, drunk on hope
I'm so lost, I'm so low
And I just want you to know
Everywhere -- all we've done
Oh, by the phone, baby
I've been so lost
I just want you to know
Yeah, where we've been

Should've been much further
Than this by now
Little bit more gone a little less
Twisted around

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Artist : RASCAL FLATTS
Album : Unstoppable

You must have been in a
Place so dark
You couldn't feel the light
Reachin' for you through
That stormy cloud
Now here we are
Gathered in our little hometown
This can't be the way
You meant to draw a crowd

[Chorus]
Oh why, that's what I keep asking
Was there anything I could've
Said or done
Oh, I had no clue you were
Masking
A troubled soul, God only knows
What went wrong and why
You would leave the stage
In the middle of a song

Now in my mind I'll keep you frozen
As a seventeen-year-old
Rounding third to score the
Winning run
You always played with passion
No matter what the game
When you took the stage
You'd shine just like the sun

[Chorus]
Oh why, that's what I keep asking
Was there anything I could've
Said or done
Oh, I had no clue you were
Masking
A troubled soul, God only knows
What went wrong and why
You would leave the stage
In the middle of a song

Now the oak trees are swaying
In the early autumn breeze
A golden sun is shining on my face
Through tangled thoughts
I hear a mockingbird sing
This old world really ain't that
Bad of a place

Oh why, there's no comprehending
And who am I to try to
Judge or explain
Oh, but I do have one
Burning question
Who told you life wasn't
Worth the fight
They were wrong, they lied
Now you're gone and we cry
'Cause it's not like you to
Walk away
In the middle of a song

Your beautiful song
Your absolutely beautiful song

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Artist : RASCAL FLATTS
Album : Unstoppable

It's a mindset, never going out of style
From the concrete jungle even down a country Mile
Hey it's a boy and girl, winning with the hand That they've been given
It's a day in the life
It's the music and the rhyme of American Living
American Living, yeah

There's a boy and girl sitting out on the porch Swing
Singing a song that only two hearts in love sing
Maybe someday their about 80
Still in love... would it be that crazy?

It's a mindset, never going out of style
From the concrete jungle even down a country Mile
Hey it's a boy and girl, winning with the hand That they've been given
It's a day in the life
It's the music and the rhyme of American Living

There's a mom and dad and they're planting all Their seeds
Everyday just working on their dreams
Just trying to give the best to their kids
To have a life that they never did

It's a mindset, never going out of style
From the concrete jungle even down a country Mile
Hey it's a boy and girl, winning with the hand that they've been given
It's a day in the life
It's the music and the rhyme of American Living, Yeah
Yeah

It's a mindset, never going out of style
From the concrete jungle even down a country Mile
Hey it's a boy and girl, winning with the hand That they've been given
It's a day in the life
It's the music and the rhyme of American Living
American Living, yeah

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Artist : RICK ROSS
Album : Deeper Than Rap
(feat. The-Dream)

[THE-DREAM]
All I want

[RICK ROSS]
Every time I call she just come
Cuz every time I call she get to cum
Damn I'm in love again look what this shit done
When I used to keep a roll of dem bitches like which one (one one)
(its the boss)

(radio killaaaaa)

Its not a dream baby

(radio killa killa killa)

Or is it a dream

[RICK ROSS]
She graduated from the school of arts
Now she swimmin in a pool of sharks
Roughest niggas with the coolest cars
Sophmore year had a 1st minaj
Better dc like go barrack
Girl drunk it like a fiji and she blowed my socks
Every night she comin thru for me to fuck that
Found out she had a man I holla fuck that
Better give dat boy a bus pass
I see no competition baby girl a must have
My letters hinted on my mustache
The remy never did or did he get make a bus pass
Good dick may a chick wanna cut class
The way I'm knockin on the door they call it trespass
She my dime not the one I wanna curse at
Lookin fine real diamonds on a cutglass

[CHORUS]
People call you blind (people call you blind)
But all you need is me girl (all you need is me girl)
Your all thats I'm my mind (oooo yeaahhh)
All you need is me girlllllll

[HOOK]
All a nigga really want is you
All a nigga want is you [x4]

Who can hit it more faster
Im talkin authentic orgasms
Film that play it on a big plasma
Back to work juss a little bit faster
She say life is a journey
I need mine juss like my atourney
I get sued like a nigga switch shoes
Long money but he gotta a quick fuse
Ride slow but I'm in a quick car
Pause for a minute paint em' in a picture
Baby girl my money good
Who turned her on a nigga least kirk wood
Time to give that boy a bus pass
I see no competition girl a must have
She shines like a diamond
Motivation for morinin

[CHORUS]

[HOOK X4]

Swade pea coat with the gucci trim
Knew it was him by the gucci brim
We gotta do it B I G
I'm tryna hit the lottery in V I P
Green leafs in my shot glass
All night soul team had cirrock add
Aint nothin you can tell me
I'm on them hills like I'm jonathan kelsy
Told her friends that she felt me
We mad love thru the love hate lp
You my josephene baker
May need morphene the deeper that I take her
I'm a back breaker another text bracket
Benz maybach her
Green bay packa
My life a movie so tonight thats where to jack her

[CHORUS]

[HOOK X4]

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Artist : RICK ROSS
Album : Deeper Than Rap
(feat. Robin Thicke)

[Rick Ross]
Time is money (mula) Mind is funny (yes)
Trust me she lying if she denying she love me
Make up ya mind you been on and off (Ross)
Platinum petron come take shots with a boss

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
If you came to get the party started girl just say lalalalalaaa
I want to put my hands all over your body girl come this way Nananananaaa
What you gon' do oo-oo, if I touch you if I put my lips on you oo-oo
If we took you back to the crib just me and you oo-oo
All night I want to play just say lalalalalaaa
Just take off your clothes and just lay back
All you gotta do is just lay back
Would you do this for me baby Just lay back, lay back (Boss) lalalalalaaa

[Rick Ross]
Girl I'm bright as a bezel, and you sexy as ever
Shorty what's on your brain, cause whatever is clever
Number one at whatever, I get bundles of cheddar
This that black cloud you deserve wonderful weather
run a few errands (Ross), summers in Paris
never shopping in clearance, don't make me embarrased
She never a bird, but baby my parrot
Her flavor superb, I pay her with carrots
My house is her home, I made her a palette
Maybe being too modest, my shit more like a palace
Follow the waterfalls, as it makes you wetter
Shawty brace yourself, it's only getting better

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]

[Rick Ross]
See shawty laid back, so we laid up
When I fade to black, we always made up
This shit ain't made up, look what I'm made of
Look what I made brah, don't owe no favors
Have 700s, first one to get it
My car's a virgin, first one to hit it
Hit the rim shop, get 'em to the hood
Stop by her momma house, that's if I'm feeling good
Now I need a fifth, time to hit the strip
I'ma hit the club, I'ma buy the VIP
We spending money, I'm talking slick
I hope she ride me, I'm talking stick

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]

[Rick Ross]
I'm too tipsy to drive, she so sexy tonight
Man ain't treating you right his bank account can't be in sight
Shawty you need a plus, you need a rush
No need to lie, baby you need to fuck

[Robin Thicke]
Came to get it started girl
Put my hands all over you girl
I touch you put my lips on you girl
Na na na na naaa

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Artist : RICK ROSS
Album : Deeper Than Rap
(feat. Trina)

[Trina]
I fuck em once I fuck em twice I fuck em 3 times then I change your life

[Rick Ross]
9 times outta 10 its a big body benz with a real nigga in it ride if you wanna win

Im gettin face [8x]

[Trina]
9 times outta 10 ya wanna fly yellow thangs that can entertain make it in my yellow chang

Im gettin face [8x]

[Rick Ross]
Sellin dope countin money keeps my dick hard time to bust it wide open for a big boy

[Trina]
Big yellow thang all black boots money like mariah rihanna hair due

[Rick Ross]
Mind on the money but this bitch so fine took my eyes off the money watch this bitch the whole time

[Trina]
Mind on the money but this nigga so fly time to jump up in that benz and ride that thang the whole time

[Rick Ross]
Im gettin face [4x]
Doing 20 miles per hour cause im gettin face

[Trina]
Im gettin face [4x]
Sittin at the green light cause im gettin face

[Rick Ross]
9 times outta 10 its a big body benz with a real nigga in it ride if you wanna win

Im gettin face [8x]

[Trina]
9 times outta 10 ya wanna fly yellow thangs that can entertain make it in my yellow chang

Im gettin face [8x]

[Rick Ross]
I does it like a boss everytime I pull it out cause she catch it like a glove but its all over her mouth [i love ya baby]excellent face excellent pase number one nigga baby (boss) you got excellent taste nice condo im talking forty flows its only me and gucci maybe 40 hoes

Im gettin face [4x]
If I fuck em more than once baby gettin lace

She gotta car she gotta job she's a lucky girl my shinning star

[Rick Ross]
9 times outta 10 its a big body benz with a real nigga in it ride if you wanna win

Im gettin face [8x]

[Trina]
9 times outta 10 ya wanna fly yellow thangs that can entertain make it in my yellow chang

Im gettin face [8x]

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Artist : SHINY TOY GUNS
Album : Season Of Poison

Shocking all the evidence left
On this holiday
When you're creeping up with serious thoughts
And what you're waiting to say

Your words are speaking out of your throat
Like an open grave
Not ever spoke to you in a year
That's what would I say

It became a lie on you
It became a lie on you

If you think that I'm not the same
Then i guess you've changed
Blackened by the temperature made
To spare my name

The grave that you've been digging for me
Became your home
For teaming me as back off of me
I hope you know

It became a lie on you
It became a lie on you

It feels like (feels like) you're letting go
I'm back for days to know (feels like, feels like)
Why you're letting go
Bring on the poison that's in your throat
And fight for days, do know (feels like, feels like)
You're letting go

Shocking all the evidence left
On this holiday

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Artist : SHINY TOY GUNS
Album : Season Of Poison

I'm going to meet you....

Voices are child in sound
Fades away..
For silence is walking, signs of you will leave.

What will happen is the same for you
Til the end of someones world
And the cradle says goodbye to yesterday..

Painfully, I prepare a release
And poison takes me away.
Poison takes me away..

Takes me away.

Listen, don't cry my child
When you awake..
My father's table set a place for you.

Contact, with firefull love
As you're to know my days
A season of poison will bring the darkness soon.

Painfully, I prepare a release
And poison takes me away.
Poison takes me away..

Takes me away.

On angels wings
You learn to fly.

From this world you left below
I'm going to meet you
I've come to take you home.

Mommy! mommy!

From this world you left below
I'm going to meet you
I've come to take you home.
From this world you left below
I'm going to meet you
I've come to take you home.

Painfully, I prepare a release
And poison takes me away.
Poison takes me away..

On angels wings
You learn to fly.
On angels wings
You learn to fly.

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Artist : SOUTH PARK MEXICAN (SPM)
Album : When Devils Strike

[SPM]
Hey Shetoro, uhm play me that lil latin beat
I wanna read this letter I wrote to my fans
In case I get killed or somethin'
I mean haha, I hope it never happens but
Damn it's just so many haters you never know, alright

As I read this letter and as you listen
I know right now I'm either dead or in prison
I'm writing this words as my daughter sleeps
I pray this is something I never have to read
The year is two thousand and I've signed with Universal
All the hate can't stop me but it still hurts though
The smoke in my blunt can only hide my pain
My security is outside but I still sleep in the rain
They say that my lyrics destroy and kill
But I'm only trying to tell them that I know how they feel
I never had both of my parents
I was three when he left, and ended the marriage
Most things I rap about, I no longer do
Tomorrow is church and after that is the zoo
Diamonds and cars don't make a man happy
Your jewels in life are your friends and family
The more money I make, the more problems appear
I feel my enemies are closing in getting near
Inspired by jealousy they wish me the worst
I shook the hands of men that want me stiff in a hearse
But everything I do, is so that one day
Our kids can see their own kind in a positive way
Although I'm no angel in God I do trust
I'd like to take a second to tell you about us
Rasheed is from Philadelphia, Low-G is from Honduras
I was raised with my guela in a place called Falfurrias
But we're all the same race and that race is player
I've held two jobs ditch digger and brick layer
Now I see a sign as I lay in the chalk
Heaven is seven million miles, Lord don't make me walk

[Carolyn Rodriguez]
Baile asi, mamita baile asi
Baile asi, mamita baile asi
Baile asi, mamita baile asi
Baile asi, mamita baile asi

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Artist : SOUTH PARK MEXICAN (SPM)
Album : When Devils Strike
(feat. Coast)

[VERSE 1: SPM]
I'm sippin' purple magic, gettin' stuck like traffic
On the back of his head, S.P.M. tatted
Boys down with me, like four flat tires
Got Benz's and 'Lac's and candy jaguars
Try to make it rich, breakin' bricks
My girl's name was cocaine, that's a crazy bitch
Was my first love, that I will admit
Watchin' dope fiends fight for half a cigarette
Do these rappers know, how it really go
Or are they just another fake on the microphone?
I listen to the 'Pac, I listen to the Pat
My homie's either dead or in the kitchen cookin' crack
Boys wanna' stare, take it to the square, hoe
Should I stay ag' or should I let my hair grow?
I know it don't stop, even though they try
45 years, in this like a homicide

[CHORUS: SPM]
Creep wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so fast-ily
And pack so heavily
Creep wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so fast-ily
And pack so heavily

[VERSE 2: COAST]
The world has got me on edge
I'm gettin' closer to that spot on the ledge
To where if I drop, then I'm dead
Man, it's probably best
'Cuz these days, innocent Mexicans get locked in the 'feds
Or either rocked wit' a glock fulla' lead
Or popped (of the death??)
Now, I don't wanna' be the next one to suffer the same pain
I'm stuck in same game, I hustle to change things
'Cuz whoever says I just wanna see lead fly
The bullets done sped by, now that's where your head lie
I be cruzin' down the back street, my screw tape bang
The caddy coop stay swangin' through the two-way lanes
So come creep wit' me, let me show you the ropes I roll frequently
Out the dirty, throwed coast
What the deal like baby, this is real life
This is what it feels like, when you in the trill life
This is what it still like, still fly the kite to Los
I''d like to welcome y'all on behalf of S.P. bro'

[CHORUS: SPM]
Creep wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so fast-ily
And pack so heavily
Creep wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so fast-ily
And pack so heavily

[VERSE 3: SPM]
I'ma stay strong, stronger then they thought
I made 'em so sick when I bought it off the lot
But I'd fall apart, if I couldn't spark
South Park, slap 20's on my Noah's Ark
Money ain't a thing, never will I love it
Guess that's why the Lord gave me plenty of it
I spent it on my homies, spent it on my kids
I put a diamond necklace in my momma's fridge
But all the jealousy kept me drugged up
I try to stuff a fuckin' whole ounce in one blunt
So many enemies, for no good reason
Guess they mad cause I make the dough look easy
In the club, smokin' on a hog leg
With some car friends wishin' I would drop dead
Now that I'm on lock, they still can't take it
Homie, I'm the king of this shit, man face it

[CHORUS: SPM]
Creep wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so fast-ily
And pack so heavily
Creep wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so fast-ily
And pack so heavily

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Artist : SOUTH PARK MEXICAN (SPM)
Album : When Devils Strike
(feat. Powda)

[Chorus:]
Skies are dark and days are rainy
Houston, Texas blazin Janey
Things been kinda crazy lately
But they'll never fade my baby

[SPM:]
Hard in the paint I don't think ya can stop me
Sell so much yay, boys call me Lil' Rocky
Guess what I bought me?An old ass jalopy
Slapped it out nasty, going down Scott street
Working on my tape, I'ma call it What Just Rate
Working on my movie, called Planets of the Dranks
I'm true to my hood, real with my patnas
Houston went Screwston that kinda shocked us, shocked us
Flip flop, white leather, bring it down at nice weather,
I'm a big dice bedder, Polo on my tight sweater
It's the eye opener, strike like cobra
Pockets on swoll, I mean fat like Oprah
Bang to the boogie, the game getting uhugly
Roll with the bird just like the dog Snoopy
Rivals, punks trying to hold my title
You couldn't pass me on a muthafuckin' motorcycle

[Chorus x2]

[Powda:]
Shit ain't the way it use to be, baby things is kinda crazy
Be blazin on a Janey just to keep me sane
See this cats is acting shady but I promise they can't fade me
Too real to the game can't touch me or that SP
Like the birdman, why? Cause I fly in any weather
On the rainiest of days I still be doing better
Stacking chedda that's my mission, never cease no doubt
You can hate it you can love it, but you can't stop my route
I be reppin' to the fullest Dope House, ride or die
Don't test my soldiers, we don't click we familize
Damn the skies if they dark, cause we still gone shine
Every time we come around, we gone leave them boys blind
Stay high, I'ma keep my head up
Stay on my grind, I can keep my bread up
Never lead up playa, we ain't going no where
We some veterans in the game, been hustling for years

[SPM:]
Dvd changer, stacker and a slanger
Bring her to the party with one in the chamber
Married to the cut, renew my vows
Walking down the isles in my pink crocodiles
I'm a scorer and a choppa, cook like Betty Crocker
Boys wanna knock me, but fuck a nigga knock'a
I'm the realest in this business, more ikas than a chemist
But the fear in hymnist, but got love like tennis
I'm a menace, squeeze triggas like lemons
I could win a rap contest with one sentence
And they jealous but I could show em' what hell is
I bring the rain and ya bring umbrellas
I'm restless, black lock, cock it back, aim and shoot
Nigga blowing up like some muthafuckin' Romen soup
Kandy coupe, I use to be too fat to hoop
Now I jump so high niggas think that I got magic shoes

[Chorus x2]

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Artist : SOUTH PARK MEXICAN (SPM)
Album : When Devils Strike
(feat. Juan Gotti, Baby Bash, Carolyn, Coast, Grimm, Low-G, Lucky Luciano, Powda, Quota Key, Rasheed)

[Verse 1: Juan Gotti]
Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles
Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus
Odessa, Laredo, the locos in Austin
Texas made Mexicans north of the border
Land of the free, smoking weed with my Gordo
Motherfuckers laid back in yo Cadillac
Let me jump in this shit like back to back
Stay real for life, roll down south
For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd
My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' through your veins like medicine
Wanna be down? On the H-town
Real ballas fight for the rebound
B-town to motherfuckin G-town
Creep around everybody G'd out
Can't see how you can dawg me out
Make me out, take me out
Deep south, my hood got more slack
Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse back
Top that! the Mexicans all that
Strike like a snake and attack like a bobcat

[Verse 2: Baby Bash]
Hoe ass niggaz, there ain't nothing worse
They do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse
And I'm still on the search, sometime I go to church
Seven deuce old school Cadillac with the skirts
And I speak for motherfuckers on the couch and the flo'
Cause a Mexican like my self is out for some dough
But ya already know, if you got big pelotas
Anybody now a days, might be the chotas
A young Baby Beesh, he don't fuck with police
And all' beat the dog shit out your nephew and niece
If they ever get the snitching, yelling, telling and singing
I'ma call the whole squad and some heads gone be ringing
I'm Dope House stout, fuck a set up and no hear though
It's real talk, real breath, make it clear hoe!

[Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez]
Throw your hood up
All my G's represent
Turn up your deck
Dope House click came to wreck

[Verse 3: SPM]
Money and the power, glass on the Prowler
Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it
Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar
Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a
This for my gangstas, forty-five stainless
Throw yo set up, let me see your sound language
Sell a crack rock, steal a laptop
Jack for a key and sell that bitch for half off
Rollin' with my comrades
Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought Lac's
Everybody got stacks, some of us puff Black's
Some Newports
Tap tap Too Short, even chop New York
If it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna hear it!
Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the syrup
In the pen-agena, Hillwood represent'a
Home of the rock, inside a broken antenna
Motherfucker

[Verse 4: Coast]
I throw my set rounds, I been at ups and downs
Anybody plays about it, my lady has sounds
Homie from the Nawf side, and I'm all about mine
Money paper chasing stack it up, I gotta count mine
Cause I...
Was raised in a broken home, the groceries gone
Momma snorting coke to the dome, but hold the foam
She left Coast alone, I'm slowly grown
And learned how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone
Fuck being broke! C'mon
I'm fanna take ya to the spot where the homies roam
We surely don't, take no shit from nobody
So don't trip on nobody, get a clip in to body huh
This the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in prison
We been with our religion, where I'm leaving
We been a victim, see we ain't just suspect here
We leaving proof, that there ain't been no justice here
My hood

[Chorus]

[Verse 5: Lucky Luciano]
Came to wreck it huh!
Look up in the sky, is it a bird or a plane?
Naw Superman is arrived here to save the damn day
Fly than a pelican, leanin' of medicine
Johnny pay checks slash playa made Mexican
Theres my introduction, now let me start stunnin'
Blue and yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin'
Up like crack, Luck strike back
Wreckin' all this mics got my money on stack
Hold up, come dust me off pass me the weed (puffing sounds) aight
Now mix me up some zip but baby don't put too much Sprite
I'ma tip stacka, swang a big Lac'a
Watchin' Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasma
Addicted to Henne and that strip club shit
Tell them hoes of the jump I'ma pimp you dumb bitch!
Send to wreck and get a check
Turn up your deck, this dope
We iced up and priced up, and crawling in Benzos

[Verse 6: Powda]
Seven twenty fo' I be sacking them digits
Cause I'ma hustle till I die and I'm in it to win it
Making my paper independent, got seven years in it
Dope House platinum eyes, nigga that's when we finish
Man it's a dirty game but yet I shine so clean
Nigga what ever you need and puff, now holla at me
Whether I'm hustlin on the side or I'm droppin this verses
I got a service for you hoes, just watch me disperse it
And I be hurtin 'em when I pull up in a big body
They be following me, stalking like the paparazzi
So fuck a hater they just mad, they can't shine like me
I got the fifteens, ten inch reclined on screens
And I'm a fine dime piece, I be sharp as a crease
Quick to get it poppin', like water in hot grease
And it ain't nothing new, it's just the same old shit
Another day, another dollar, another case to catch

[Chorus]

[Verse 7: Rasheed]
Philly to South Park met him at Hillwood
Graduate eighty-eight, H-town we still hood
Remember me in the hustle town
I let the Mary-Go-Round put the hustle down
If yous' a Jane user
Throw your hands in the air on this track SPM is the producer
With the laws standing on the roof
Drop the flows in the booth
And drop the top on the coupe
Ain't no stoppin' the dude
My team making currency
Got 'em screaming Dope House up in Germany
Rasheed number one soldado
Puffin' on an avocado
With my foot up on the throttle
And a bottle of the Bourbon cause I swerve in the low-low
Solo, fo sho', homies gettin' more dough
Sleeping is for dreamers on the block like block
Throw your hood up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!

[Verse 8: Grimm]
A Cadillac driver, up and down the slab maine
Cousin, man is nothing but supreme in my gas tank
Tippin' on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top flight
Grindin', shinnin', blindin' like a spot light
Swangin' on them cops like Cuttie that's Graimmie
Yeah they might want us, but they won't get behind me
Now I'm doing ninety, all gas no breaks
Fucking with your boy, get your punk ass whole face
Drop you like a dope case, faster than a pony kick
Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with that homie shit
Most the time we loading clips
Otherwise we holding chips
Hittin' scores, kickin' doors
Pimpin' whores, rollin' whips
So we dip skunk and we slide to them Screw tapes
Pistol in the waist line, money in the suit case
Drop it in a cool place
Everything is gravity
This is for streets, cause my hood is my family
Haha

[Chorus]

[Verse 9: Quota]
You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, take a trip
Tape a thousand grams to the bumper, Man and make it flip
I'm an interstate veteran, pedal to the max
I see the federal for my stash, my Bereta on my lap
Cause I'ma street hustler, twenty thousand miles just this summer
Ever since the first day of June, napping on a cama
Got that Boomerang glow, once I throw it in the pot
Is coming right back I promise, dawg I'm blowing up the spot
Listen, is only me I got a million dollar corner
Feds tap my house phone and they still out of order
I'm the son of a preacher man, momma knows I'm thuggin'
And I should of been a chef the way I cook crack up your oven met
Teachers taught us "just say no", I had to hustle though
Even that I stayed broke, didn't want to struggle so
Buy half and eight ball, hit the block runnin'
Though the world was mine, till I saw the cops coming
And it's too late

[Verse 10: Low-G]
My homie died and the cops called it drug related
I was standing right there when his mother fainted
And I felt trapped, cause I know I gotta choose fate
I grabbed my nina and made that bitch loose weight
Since eighty-eight with a nick in my tube socks
I been a G since you was tryin' to do the moonwalk
I'm from a place that they call Honduras
Nothing fake about my life except my car insurance
Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense stress
Nothing positive about me, except my piss test
I grew up in a house full of empty stomachs
While other kids was at Mcdonald's getting twenty nuggets
And I'm known all across the ghettos
Boy you think the fuckin' law, so don't pawn my huevos
My chrome spits and I know to chase hoe clicks
Nate at the club dancing with a glow sticks

[Chorus]

Throw your hood up
All my G's rep...

[Pain interrupts chorus]

[Bridge: Pain & Cee]
[Pain:] Carolyn!
[Cee:] Yeah what?
[Pain:] Uhm ... Los said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song
[Cee:] Oh you mean one at the end of the song?
[Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already done their rap that's the whole Dope House family
[Cee:] What you mean everybody? What about mine?
[Pain:] Girl you don't know how to rap
[Cee:] Jaime, you got me fucked up!
[Pain:] Okay I'll let you try, but if Los doesn't like it I have to take you off
[Cee:] Just tell me when to come in
[Pain:] Right... right... now

[Verse 11: Carolyn Rodriguez]
I ain't gonna lie Dope House still I die
With my niggaz in the studio, chillin' getting high
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' this beat
Sippin' on skurr that slurs my speech
Comin' out the H, where they bake cakes
I ain't talkin bout the kind that your momma makes
I need a little space, Texas is the place
Ya tu sabes homes, I'ma represent my race
Move to the scene, but not to the game
Blowin' purple skunk and is fuckin' with my brain
Tryin' to stack change, up to the ceiling
Looking out the window another neighborhood killin'
When will they chill? I don't really know
Keeping my mind on a six double O
Rims dripped in chrome, and Benz dripped in paint
Just can't stop like a car with no brakes
Okay!

[Jaime:] Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I told you foo

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Artist : SOUTH PARK MEXICAN (SPM)
Album : The Last Chair Violinist

I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't
Holla fuck the world with my chest full of smoke
I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace
Say Dopehouse Records, Screwston, Texas
The diamonds in my emblem is cut like a princess
You can keep the Lexus, cause I got two Benzes
I'm in your girlfriends' hot intestines
Cause I bought her two dresses and some contact lenses
Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro
Click and clack my semi auto cause I'm trying to see tomorrow
Bought a condo for my top ho cause she working that taco
It's the top selling vato, twenty threes on the Tahoe
TV screens, margarita machines with street marines
Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings
If it means anything this for all my G's
I'm in jail cause I forgot my fucking ABC's
Another DWI, drunk and fucking high
I'll be out before the motherfucking sun can touch the sky
They call me young Thurston Howell the Third
And that's my word
I'm a swang, I'm a swerve
I'm a park and scrape the curve

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Why when I'm not high does my life
Feel like it's missing something
I know that I must be high
So that I can function

I'm a use my three wishes, I'm very superstitious
No matter where I go I meet a bunch of horny bitches
Burn a few bridges, feed a few pigeons
Fuck em so good they wake up and wash dishes
The food was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits
No French kisses and no hippopotamuses
I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you can't get with me
As I represent Houston like the damn Whitney
I'm a get em when I get em I loved em and I fed em
Lived in peace, I ain't gonna let em when I see em I'm gonna wet em
Shut em down like D-Town and the homie Ackavelie
Peace to Happareli and my nigga John Freddy
My drink is thick as jelly, I love my shit muddy
Four of us in this bitch and we gonna do them boys ugly
Ready for the rumble, leave em lying in a puddle
Y'all don't really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle

[Chorus]

I walks in the club, a grabbing on my dick
As the police officers patting down my click
They say my bandana breaks the dress code
Every fine fucking bitch I see is my ex ho
I'm hogging and I'm dogging creeping and I'm crawling
Believe me this my calling it's time to do you all in
Everybody jump jump, boys trip what what
Let my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum
Slanging slab motor rocks up in no man's land
Burning off in my "Smokey and the Bandit" Trans Am
The rope around my neck is just dangling and jangling
Sometime I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a penguin
Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper
Peace to Big Dipper, what the deal my nigga
Hook like Johnny Tapia's, it's Dopehouse living prosperous
I tip my waitress and she can't stop saying 'Gracias'

[Chorus]

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Artist : SOUTH PARK MEXICAN (SPM)
Album : The Last Chair Violinist

We heard the word now, we know just what you're thinkin'
You want us dead now, you want to see us sinking
We have no choice now, this is the game you've chosen
My clique is killa, just like the dank I'm smoking
It's time for action, time for retaliation
You ain't a real G, been watching too much "Jason"
Ball my fists around clips
May you sleep in peace with the fish, you's a hoe
And in the pen. you be a bitch
Using red M&M's for lipstick

[HOOK x2]
They want to go, to bloody war
Are you sure you want to, take me to war

I got my G's, I got my team
Put me down for murda in first degree
My clip is full, but that'll change
Heard you got your vest on, but I want brains
It's lonely days, and lonely nights
Cause I need my revenge, right by my side
My gun is hot, my heart is cold
Everyone around me has killed before

[HOOK x2]

I snatch your bitch, then snatch your life
And keep your fingers, for braggin' rights
Next week you'll be washing my trocka
Cause your ass ain't shit but a panocha
You have a choice, die or be miserable
Dopehouse, home of the invisible
I warned y'all to stay of my genitals
Now I gotta turn you fruits into vegetables
Having nightmares, homie you ain't dead yet
Waking up with your motherfucking bed wet
I have fun with fucking punks like you
Tell his momma not to worry he'll be dead by Two
His head, impounded, they never found it
He in the dirt, you can say he got grounded
I'm a shouter, livin' how I tell it
And if you see him, tell him I said...

[HOOK x2]

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Artist : SOUTH PARK MEXICAN (SPM)
Album : The Last Chair Violinist

[INTRO]
[SPM]
Yo, yo, I wanna welcome, welcome everyone to Hustletown
Are we recording?
Alright let's do this fellas.

[CHORUS: Dope House Artists]

For years I've been working on the block of rock,
For years I've been keeping nina glock on cock. [4X]

For years homeboy, for years....

[Baby Beesh]
Now if you wanna battle me then it's on,
I'm blowed while I'm creeping up whip out my Tek so now you gone.
You shouldn't have tried that set up now you ass is getting wet up,
Cuz real G's from the SouthEast will leave you haters trying to get up
You'll definitely get dealt with if your bitch ass has a death wish,
And on your grave I tag
it's the motherfucking Rick that you don't mess with
So let me keep stressing that lesson
to all y'all players and y'all haters
Haters keep watching y'all back
and y'all players keep creeping and stacking that paper

[Baby Bash]
(Now) Now why do these haters wanna plex
Why do they wanna be starting mess
Get the fuck out my face is what I suggest
Cause I really don't think that you wanna test this Mex
Coming straight out the South East side of that Tex,
So if there's something you gotta get off your chest,
It's best that you don't express it.
It's hard enough for a Messican,
So I really don't need all that plexing,
There's all kinds of player haters out there
so please wait let me tell you about those.
First you got them fraud ass hoes,
Then you got them fraud popo's,
Then you got them fraud ass niggas in the street
who just wanna plex and take yours

[CHORUS 4X]

[LOW-G]
Guess who's back from the pen,
Out to win, Sipping Gin with my kin folk,
Gots the grin on my face when I come through
If you ain't down with these G's motherfuck you
Cause there's a straight up struggle in my barrio,
Second Ward getting high on the patio,
And when I'm wet I'm a threat to a rival set,
I get respect when I step with my new Tek,
Don't sweat I check hoes daily,
On the regular talking to your lady,
On the cellular creeping on the Lowride,
In the middle of the night with no lights,
In the four-five, chilling at the Dope House
Low-G is something you don't know about
Little tricks on my dick twenty-four seven,
Treat them like a bitch, and still got them hoes begging.
Keep it real for my people, I fear no evil
Staying high till I die flying like a eagle

[CHORUS X4]

[SPM]
You're superficial talking about life with a pistol
But youse a hoe living life clean as a whistle
My missles, oh they do leave body dimples,
Attack your whole staff like a pack full of pitbulls.
You simple, I'm complex,
And coming on next, Oh take a wild guess,
The South Park Mex,
Spark sess blow smoke in the darkness,
You don't wanna start mess with the heartless,
I be the smartest, hottest, artist.
My GM shine brighter than the golden arches,
Shooting star yes, Ol trick no blow indo
Before they kick door, Then flip coke,
Tip-toe to the top,
Tellin thug tales of wicked love spells,
Hoes and drug sales, Some fell,
In fact it's most,
So a toast to my niggas who died in the smoke.

[CHORUS 8X]

[OUTRO]
[SPM]
H-Town, Hustletown, Did this for y'all, My boy Low-G.

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Artist : SOUTH PARK MEXICAN (SPM)
Album : The Last Chair Violinist
(feat. Ayana)

Uh, I puts it down
Uh, 1, 2, 3

[Verse 1: SPM]
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Am I the purest of them all?
Am I the one to ease the pain?
Make them fall to they knees and pray
Mama said son you've got to go
You turned my house into Stop-N-Go
Out the door, please dont call
Till you stop sellin snowball
SP-Mex remember me? The one that deserved penitentiary
With the sack of geen but no gasoline
Peace to my boys up in Pasadene
Its all sweet and beautiful
Shine my nails and cuticles
My duely truck got 7 screens
Watchin "Me, Myself, and Irene"

[Chorus: Ayana]
High Everyday
Dopehouse G's
Who never die
Just stay high

[Verse 2: SPM]
Fuck you, you can hate it or love it
Twist the top off the 40, and chug it
Chop rocks off of chicken mcnuggets
Cook 28 and get 39 from it
V-12, miracle whip
46 ounces off one brick
Booka, Shooka, what I slang
In the sunshine or in the rain
Fuck the fake dont fake the funk
Buy my batch and bake it up
Taste my dope and numb your mouth
Pure cocaine straight from the south
Dumpin lead in Houston, Texas
Got you bitches jumpin fences
Runnin for your very life
Slang Al Green and Barry White

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: SPM]
Lookin leaned out up in my whip
Smokin that drip, drop, drip
Wishin up on a star, like Christina Aguilar
Flip through Hillwood, visit Mama
She raised me without a Father
Tried her best and nothing less
Still I'm sellin 'caine and sess
Played the trumpet, played the flute
Please dont be afraid to shoot
SPM, mean Carlos Coy
Whatcha say mom? "Thats my boy"
Now I'm rappin and producin
No more H-Town, call it Screwston
Just say no to hate
But me, just stay....

[Chorus 2x]

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Artist : SOUTH PARK MEXICAN (SPM)
Album : The Last Chair Violinist

[Chorus 2X's]
Now come follow me
Down yellow brick road
To easier to see
Hillwood Hustla
Got what you need

[Verse 1]
It were plain to see
Since the age of three
One day dope fiends'll be pagin me
I got crunk in the game niggas knew my name
Hillwood the place I gain my fame
16 in a 7-7 Seville
Smoke grey gold trim big daddy grill
Back in '86 I was choppin bricks
To think a damn papermate got me rich
I got love for the hustlas in every hood
But hate in your heart it'll never be good
I feel blessed but confess
I blow sess for my stress
Its that Mex with a S on my chest
None the less I was real with the homies
With the O-Z's running from the police
No peace blow sweets on cold streets
Dope fiends gon bring a nigga more green [echoes]

[Chorus 2X's]

[Verse 2]
My money triple sippin ripple living simple
Rolling paper squares out a fat ass nickle
Trick on my dick for the bricks I chop
Pigs in my mix when they hit my block
Used to catch a raid bout every six months
Just a check up to see if id slip once
Call it one time some rhyme bout this shit
I can slide in my sandals but never will I slip
Undercovers hit the set man yall funny
Taking them crumbs and giving marked money
Trying to convict em I aint fallin victim
Fool I know your face and my boys I done hipped em
They want me bad so mad as they burn off
Fucking with them hoes now my blunt done turned off
No other way just another day on the spot
If you play then you pay it dont never stop [echoes]

[Chorus 2X's]

[Verse 3]
I wrote this book bout a hopeless crook
Living in the land where the coke is cooked
Where hoes get took and the choke is good
Where smokers hooked and the soldiers hood
That lonely Wood where his homies stood
Trying to change myself if I only could
Im just your Hillwood Hustla street rhyme rustler
Blowing more smoke than a broke down muffler
But I'm taking losses
It aint easy working jobs with no fucking bosses
Selling dope is the hardest thing a man can do
Risking life and your freedom for a buck or two
Still I feel if you loose control homie youse a ho
Real g's keep they life on cruise control
When the police kick door and raid my crib
I tell em pigs of the slippers thats not what I did [echoes]

[Chorus 2X's]

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Artist : SOUTH PARK MEXICAN (SPM)
Album : The Last Chair Violinist

[South Park Mexican talking]
Uh, yo, pick up the music a little bit
For my nigga, Filero on this biatch
Yo, what's up, what's up JC
Man it's real man, here we go

[South Park Mexican]
I'ma have to smoke, I'ma have to fucking toke
Keep it in my lungs like an inside joke
No damn hope, I loc with the game
Got married at the crack hotel in south man
Holler if you feel me, wet like willy
Got my own island like that little nigga Gilly
And the dang Skipper, fucking that Ginger
Could of played proball but I got injured
Man I wouldn't kid you, I'ma throw dew
Got a fine bitch in the 6-0-2
It's more on the menu, I'ma get in you
You watch Ms. America, I fucked Ms. Virginia
I'm known to burst, skip go to church
Got the block hotter than your girlfriend penurch
I'ma scrape the curbs with my brand new twenties
Go buy some more cause to me they just pennies
I won two emmys, man I win awards
Got so much heat I could open up your pours
Fresh out the county, fresh like downy
Now my mama high, cause she ate my weed brownies
Now she tripping calling 9-1-1
I'm sad cause she called me a what a bad son
But I promise it's gone wear off soon
Do what I do and just watch some cartoons
I'm on calhoun, sometimes I feel used
Cause a hoe just want to get in my fruit of the loom
I'm about the shrooms, I'ma spread the news
SPM undefeated can't lose
Hit the dank smooth, all night long
I love mama tattooed on my arm
Dopehouse charm, with the diamonds in it
I'ma fuck Missy Elliot for one minute
Then I be finished, I smoke spinach
Just like Popeye except a little different
I sell reggie but I smoke hydro ponic
I got more brown bags than shoes and sonic
Man I'm on it, I mean I'm on my hustle
Never love a bitch cause I just don't trust her
Never popped the question, I'ma stay a bachelor
I'm in the kitchen flipping cookies with my spatula
Do what I have to, on the third chapter
Talk with my glock when I come holler at you
Call me the greaser, roach and a tweezer
Don't fuck with that nigga cause he's a
Motherfucking killer out the Hilla, cocaine dealer
Get my shit off a eighteen wheeler
My niggas, niggas, bar sippers
Now I'm packing flippers, large old flippers

[Chorus: scratching]
Roll 80 vogues till them hoes start clacking
If you want to jack, I got something for you
Not the chimmy change for the beans and rice
Then to the store I need a 40 on some dice
Hillwood hustler, never caught sleeping
Caught another case so I got to call my lawyer
Got a fine chick that look just like Latoya
Run you out my city like them Tennessee Oilers

[South Park Mexican]
You can play hockey, I'ma play hookie
On the mic niggas say that I'm the dookie
They trying to shoot me, cause I'm making movies
Went gold twice, buy ice and rubies
I'ma eat at Lugies, save my doobies
She in a D cup cause I bought them boobies
I'ma take the tuna, shoes are puma
I'ma go on vacation to Blue Lagoona
Cause I like to scuba, on the island Aruba
I'ma eat a bowl of beans and I'ma play the tuba
See I'm awful throwed, y'all should also know
That I'm with a swamp thing and Papa Dough
And he frozen, got the what house on the ocean
Fuck her in the ass with some suntan lotion
All in the open, where people could see
My nextdoor neighbor's taking pictures of me
I'm a powerful man, I bought a house on the sand
Bought the lot and told the cops get off of my land
With my barbie, I'ma throw a party
They want my autograph but I don't got a sharpie
No more bacardi, I'm drunk I need some coffee
About to throw up bitch get the fuck off me
But anyway man, hold them up, who is you
You ain't my girlfriend, my girlfriend was wearing blue
But you suck a good dick, so I won't say shit
Then I saw the bitch kissing on my boy Nick
But what he don't know ain't gone hurt him though
But hold up when he hear this song he'll be swoll
Man, I'ma have to tell him that his album sucks
And he shouldn't buy it or even listen to it once
So let it be a lesson any girl that you meet
Take her to the store and tell that bitch to brush her teeth

[Chorus]

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Artist : SOUTH PARK MEXICAN (SPM)
Album : The Last Chair Violinist

Oooohh

Uh

It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place
my studio smells like ten ash trays
my nigga still gettin' too fucked up
And I'm still smokin' too much blunts
Haters always gon' run they mouth
And keep tryin' to take me out
Mama always gonna worry herself
And me I can't forget the pain I felt
Even though I drive a new 6 double 0
They be thinkin' like "What is Los frontin' for?"
I bought a club and they filled up with envy
Now every body pissed cuz they can't get in free
New enemies still poppin' up
Throw away gats still chop 'em up
I walk in and the whole club stands still
More money more problems that's real

This is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."

This is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."

My little baby-girl just turned 6
I gave her the biggest room in my crib
she gets what she wants so does her mama
I don't think they know the value of a dollar
fine-ass bitches all in my limosine
I just wish I was jumpin' on my trampoline
But my babies I miss my children
To me that's worth more than trillions and trillions
She calls me "Fat-boy" says I'm "loco"
And she doesn't understand when I gotta go
Hope she doesn't think I don't wanna be wit her
Hope she knows that it hurts not to be wit her
Hope she knows that wit her I'm the happiest
I can't make it to her piano practices
When I was young my ol' man left us
And I pray dat she won't be like I was

This is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."

This is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."

Playa hataz wanna play me close
Do you really wanna meet Carlos?
Do you really wanna feel my wrath?
Mad cuz your bitch want my aut-o-graph
Nigga I don't wanna fuck yo' hoe
But I'll let her suck my dick and lick my ass-hole (ha-hah)
Started out with a silly game of footsie
Now I got her eatin' out her best friends pussy
Rollin' hydro sippin' on Chris
When I was broke I would dream about this
Get my back rubbed in a big bath tub
I don't know her name but she's showin mad love
I got 7 G's sittin' in my pants
And my jewlry is underneath those lamps
I'm gettin' sleepy all you hoes gotta bail
Once again I'm in the bed by myself
All alone in another city
I get my bill the Chris was 9.50
2 G's for them bottles of Don P
It was just me and the hoes was free

This is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."

This is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."

Yeah, fuck a benz, fuck a rolly, family comes first, and I'm alone,
Ye-e-e-eah.
This is what an ol' G told me, He died lonely...

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Artist : SOUTH PARK MEXICAN (SPM)
Album : The Last Chair Violinist

[Verse 1]
This Ones for those on the dead end street
hustlin hard to make all they ends meet
I hope one day I see yo benz creep
watch for the jealousy that most friends keep
S-P got the Bentley
all I can do is thank god cause he blessed me
I used to be just like you
slangin crack rock on the avenue
Packin glocks and runnin from cops
most of my clients like they cane on the rocks
Gun shots like 2 blocks away
I wonda who the fuck caught a hot one today
Neva mind cause I don't wanna know
I just lost two good friends in the row
One second things is lookin beautiful
the next second you can start off the funeral

[Chorus]
All my friends are in the dead end street
Sum locked up and sum are R-i-P
You cant win there aint no way no how
Clock your change and get the fuck on out

[Verse 2]
We was Pirex shakers
Sunny Side money makers
In Hillwood we had rocks big as now and laterz
Quick snappers the store where we slung at
Everybody knew me for my hundred packs
Across the street was law elementry
my car was so clean kids was lookin up to me
They wanna be like me a tru hustla
cause they daddy drives an old gas guzzla
The dope deala I aint tryina brag but
fuck watchin roaches tryina climb out my bath tub
I was a hard head tryina be a drug lord
slow my roll nah homie what the fuck for
im in the 2 bed trailor man im dirt poor
when hurricanes would kome id run next door
to my homies house his name is huet hodges
we gonna make out this ghetto man I promise

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
99 percent of all criminals are dope dealers
get busted by bullets or fuckin squeelers
And the One percent that made it was pure luck
but even he'll tell that his life aint worth a fuck
cause in his mind he was caught a thousand times
and in his mind he was shot a thousand times
Without peace there can be no happiness
I wear a cross around my neck like the catholics
Im not sure exaclty what my religion is
I just know I thank god for my little kids
this is the baddest sellin drugs like sum guinnie pigs
then they arrest us after we done make it big
they take our money our cars and our houses
now tell me whos really sellin the ounces
and any cash that we might have hidden
goes to the system tryin to stay out of prison

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

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Artist : SOUTH PARK MEXICAN (SPM)
Album : The Last Chair Violinist

Check one, check two, lets take a cruise
I done did the game every which way but loose
Nothing left to do except collect my cash
And I bet that ass that the Mex gon' last
Put the past on paper, threw away my pager
Cuz these boys keep callin from locs to cookie baker
Mama saved em from the hate, now I'm hard with the pain
I'm in the place in your face tryin to sell you a tape
I break records in Texas creepin in Caddies and Benzes
And a pretender if he step up to the bullet bartender
I bet I check and wreck a sucker riding bumper to bumper
I might dump the whole clip and miss and hit your uncle
I ain't trippin, flippin, sippin on purple Lipton
Diggin women in the drop lemon, g livin
I was driven to my last nerve, hittin curbs
Puttin twenties on a grass hurst
End of verse

[Chorus x2]
No shame
Welcome to the dope game
This is were we don't play
Leave your boys with no brains
Whoridas

I remember long ago I never got no love
Still I knew that one day I'd be popular
I used to stand in the circle trying to smoke your bud
Just hopin that the blunt wouldn't pass me up
I used to ask for a sip of your syrup
I used to never walk around with the white cup
Now I eat eighteen steaks, on silver plates
Girls fanin my face, others give me grapes
By the grace of God, I was given the job
To run through the rap game like corn on the cob
So blessed in my test, I bought my sets in the southwest
I ain't got no credit cards except Mexican Express
I'ma dress my baby girl and rock the whole damn world
If you needs tracks Happy P got my referal
Your head twirl to the sounds of the SP Mex
Ridin in the Lex with a dog named Plex
Southside to the north, at the old golf course
The valet the white Porsche with the bulletproof doors

[Chorus x2]

It's the L-O-S C-O-Y
Pack the pistola, oh me oh my
My nina shine like the sun, I never ask for a crumb
For breakfast my chef makes me eggs-fuyon
I've come from the hills of ghetto thrills and chills
Three wheelin, dope dealin, killin nothin but squeels
My third wish was to break this curse and myth
Now I'm worldwide status on your satilite dish
Punk checker, chump wrecker, got the salt and the pepper
Left a mark in the game and never been a half stepper
Leopard skin on my couch, be like Oscar the Grouch
From the streets, pullin rocks out my kangaroo pouch
But I told these boys, never at my house
Whether it's the ounce that puts leather on my couch
A thousand dollars a week, my baby girl's allowance
Dope House bouncin cash to my forgein accounts

[Chorus x2]

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Artist : SOUTH PARK MEXICAN (SPM)
Album : The Last Chair Violinist

[SPM:]
Smoke on the kill popped up on three wheel
want another peel naw nigga I'ma chill
gone off the X its the SP-Mex
just made 2 twenty-thousand dollar bets
hoes wanna speak nah I need a freak
I be freestyle flowing in my sleep
out to Hous-tone that's my dam home
I like to get high I need a bowl of Honeycomb
Man put em up man I can't quit
I need a forty and a forty cigarette
down for my raza mira lo que pasa
when it get hot I'ma have to buy a raspa
maybe orchata check my palabras
I like girls with the real pretty patas
Ima throw vato back to chase gato
SPM mean South Park Mojado
1 in a billion V-12 engine
in the same city with Destiny's Children
I'm off the rocka peace to Lil' Papa
I be the shit, in spanish it's the caca
I'ma take a picture of you're but naked sister
and my killas got more pliers than wrencha
gangsta gangsta read all about it
22 holes in ya' brand new outfit
feestyle flow is all I come with
I don't give a fuck ya'll stupid dumb bitch
in the land of g's smoking QP's
Smoke on kill I'ma smoke trees
man I get crunked do what with my thang
swang lang lang in the mothafucking brain
dumb diddy dum did I did I get dumb
I'ma get my gun I'ma shoot off your thumb
Shoot you in the buns I mean the dam ass
I'ma get a glass and than pull up some rasp
mothafucking berry with a lil cherry
my mothafuckin niggas is so dam very
so dam very mothafuckin scary
with the mothafucking what what the Dirty Harry
I'ma say hi to my favorite cities
I dont even care if they what little bitty
I get on my knees and I thank the Lord
whipping boys down with my microphone cord
swurl to the world diamonds and pearls
all my girls died like Devirl Ashurl
straw to the nose curl up my toes
selling that cane to them buttnaked hoes
man I aint foolish but I do talk to bullets
better tell ya boys to cool it
cause I grab it and I pull it man

[Chorus X2:]
As I look up at the sky
my eye starts bliking a tear drops my eye
my body temperature falls
I'm shakin can they break in
tryin to save a dog

[Second Verse:]
Man I put it down I aint tryin to trip
but I talk shit in the syrup I'ma sip
peace to Lil' Flip and my big homie Hump
Hillwood Cloverland Sunnyside aint no pump
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Artist : STATIC-X
Album : Cult Of Static

Motion range arpeggiate
The decimator bend rage
Oscillate assimilate
The agitator depth cage
Modulate the head space
Parallel the universe
Transpose this face
Compress all

Trip myself up
I stand alone
Take myself out
I cut the throat
Trip myself up
Shuffle it slow
Take myself out
Time to reload

Shift the pitch up
Phase the noise out
Scan the record
Throw the bitch out

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Artist : STATIC-X
Album : Cult Of Static

Terminal head hard under fire
Hard crunch gate over rate
Anything goes
Trip hop chill out overtake under rate
Take a couple pills
I got nothing more to lose

Put a fist through
Through the window
Take an eight bit
Over sample
I'm a speed freak
Devil angel
Try to hold on
When I slam it to the floor

Beat down
Fire it up
Burned out Z28
Iron clad big block
Old carburetor
Try to keep it on a straight line
Burn those slicks
Brawler crawler
Keep it on the red line
Take another shot
I got nothing to lose

Put a fist through
Through the window
Take an eight ball
Oversample
Aspiration
Rehabilitation
Try to hold on
When I slam it to the floor

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Artist : STATIC-X
Album : Cult Of Static

Spinning and whirling
Descending unending
Light the halo
Watch the day glow
Spiral is viral
I'm seeing believing
Dig the feedback
Take another crack at it

Harder and harder
The hollow deceiver
Hit the noise blox
Smash the ice box
Louder and louder
Forgetting the setting
Kill the digital
Beat the terminal

Go
Take it slow
Let it go
Get down hard
It's terminal

Sensing commencing
The final dismantle
Your confusion
My illusion
Terminal heading
Advance to the hideout
Put the light out
Throw me down, throw me down

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Artist : STATIC-X
Album : Cult Of Static

Extra long for gliding and sliding
Skin compatibility
Long lasting
Pure original formula
Personal
Never dries out your skin
Ready put it in
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Never gets sticky
See directions for use
Original body conditioning
Party
Twist that cap off
Put it to use

Hypure
Super concentrated
Faster
Never terminate it

Spread it all around
To enhance your pleasure
It only takes a few drops
And it never stops
Pure original formula
Personal
Never dries out your skin
Ready put it in
Take me
Take it how you want
I'm ready for you
Original body conditioning
Party
Let's get it started and
Put it to use

Hypure
Super concentrated
Faster
Never terminate it
Penetrate it
Harder, faster
Spread it around
Twisting positioning
Push it in further
Never ever
Suspect synthetic
Glistening under the glow
Make me hyper

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Artist : STATIC-X
Album : Cult Of Static

Terminate
Tera-Fied
Smash it up
Draw the line
Fuck it up
Rev it up
Modulate it
Penetrate it
You and me
Me and you
Everything
See it through
Take it all the way
You make it motherfucking hard

Put it in the slot
Breathe it all in
Take another hit
Show me what you've got
Rhythm in the head
Hold the fucker in
Never got enough
Never got enough
Loving you to death
I put the trigger on hold

Tera-Fied
Getting me higher
Put it inside
Set it on fire

Stick it in
Do it right
Live to win
End the fight
Bleeding out
All around
Grab it as you come and shoot it
Far as you can make it go
Think of what it make you do
Take it all the way
Until you're harnessing the spark

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Artist : STATIC-X
Album : Cult Of Static

Bulldozer crush
Cover the rush
Catatonic nonsense
Hammering down
Balance you found
Forever weâre fucking
I love this machine
Elevate rising higher
It never stops
Still growing hot
Shadow of myself say

Rhythm
My way
Stingwray
Forcing
Moving
Motion
Sideways
Take me home

Pull over push
Forcing the rush
Keep on moving faster
Wearing me down
Breaking the sound
Finely tune the caster
Burning gasoline
Spark will set it on fire
Reaching the top
Still growing hot
Shadow of myself say

Rhythm (breaking)
My way (crushing)
Stingwray (rising)
Forcing
Moving (breaking)
Motion (crushing)
Sideways (rising)
Take me

It never stops
Still growing hot
Moving
It never stops
Bring me back to life
Stingwray
It never stops
Like it a lot
Moving
It never stops
Still growing
Rising higher
1, 2, 3, 4

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Artist : STATIC-X
Album : Cult Of Static

Train of thought is what you see
Beautiful screamer
Take a beating
Take it all
You take it deeper
Give me everything with your intensity
A demolition champion
It's all conditioned

You scream for me
Fill me up with everything
Get me high when I'm low
You am I
I am you
Worship me
I worship you
Our time is endless
Driven to the burning you
They cannot stop us now
Seeing is believing
I am bleeding for you
Drink it up
Take me in
We are one

Sense of thought
Thought of touch
Touch of you will
Tap my veins

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