Artist : STRAIGHT NO CHASER
Album : Christmas Cheers

Oh holy night, the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of the dear Savior's birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth

A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees, oh, hear the angel voices
Oh night divine, oh night, when Christ was born
Oh night divine, oh night, oh night divine

A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees, oh, hear the angel voices
Oh night divine, oh night, when Christ was born
Oh night divine, oh night, oh night divine

Oh holy night, oh holy night, oh yeah
Oh holy night, oh holy night, oh yeah
Oh holy night, oh holy night, oh yeah

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Artist : STRAIGHT NO CHASER
Album : Christmas Cheers

Christmas, Christmas, Christmas
(This one goes out to Santa's little helper)
(Down in Memphis Tennessee)
Well, it's Christmas time, pretty baby
And the snow is fallin' on the ground

Well, it's Christmas time, pretty baby
And the snow is fallin' on the ground
You've been a real good little girl
And Santa clause is back in town

And I brought you some presents baby

Got no a sleigh with reindeer, no sack on my back
You're gonna see me comin' in a big black Cadillac

Oh, it's Christmas time, pretty baby
And the snow is fallin' on the ground
It's like powdered sugar, honey
Oh, you've been a real good little girl
Santa Claus is back in town

You know, baby, a man gets lonely up at the North Pole
Just surrounded by elves and reindeer
Baby, I think it's time I come down to Memphis
For some good old southern lovin'

Maybe some bacon, peanut butter
And banana sandwiches on the griddle
Some pigs' feet flavored eggnog
Ginger bread houses made out of spam

Get a fruitcake and dip it in beef gravy with a side of pork ribs
Baby, have you ever had a candy cane made out of mayonnaise?
It's delightful

Oh, I'm poppin' out of my jump suit here
Baby, hang up those stockin's and turn off the light
You're gonna hear me comin' down the chimney tonight

Oh, it's Christmas time, pretty baby
And the snow is fallin' on the ground
Looks like frosting coming off a doughnut
Well, you've been a real good little girl
And Santa Claus is back in town

Oh, I'm havin' a heart attack, hold on for a second
Well, you've been a real good little girl baby
And Santa Claus is back in town, whoa

Come on, Rudolph make a left over there by the Denny's
Daddy's gotta get some sugar free plum pudding
A quart of eggnog and a mince meat pie
Merry Christmas very much

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Artist : STRAIGHT NO CHASER
Album : Christmas Cheers

Tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy

God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay, hey
Remember Christ ,our savior was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's power when we were gone astray

Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, joy
Tidings of comfort and joy

From God, our heavenly father, a blessed angel came
And unto certain shepherds brought tidings of the same
How that in Bethlehem was born the son of God by name

Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, joy
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy

To save us all from Satan's power when we were gone astray

Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, joy
Tidings of comfort and joy
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy

Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Tidings of comfort and joy
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy

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Artist : STRAIGHT NO CHASER
Album : Christmas Cheers

Dashing through the snow

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh
Hey, jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh

Hey, dashing through the snow in a one horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go laughing all the way, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Bells on bob tails ring, making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh
Hey, jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jing, jing
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle, jingle
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jing, jing
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle, jingle bells

A day or two ago, I thought I'd take a ride
And soon Miss Fanny Bright was seated by my side
The horse was lean and lank, misfortune seemed his lot
We got into a drifted bank and then we got upsot, upsot?

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jing, jing
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle, jing
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jing, jing
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle, jingle

Dashing through the snow in a one horse open sleigh
Over the fields we go laughing all the way, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Bells on bob tails ring, making spirits bright
What fun it is to laugh and sing a sleighing song tonight

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Artist : STRAIGHT NO CHASER
Album : Christmas Cheers

It was Christmas Eve
My friends were all in town
We were singing Christmas carols
As the snow was falling down

And I don't know for certain
How it happened, or who's to blame.
But someone at that party
Ought to be ashamed.

Tell me who, who spiked the eggnog?
I know the culprit's here.
Who, who brought the booze?
To the Christmas party this year.
(Who spiked the eggnog!)
Tell me who, who spiked the eggnog?
It smells like rum in here.
Who, who snuck it in?
We're gonna feel it tomorrow I fear.

The first round went down easy,
The second, one nice and smooth.
By the third my head was spinning around.
And that's when I got the clue

To tell me who, who spiked the eggnog?
Come on and show your face.
Who, who brought the sauce?
Look out, I'm on the case!

(Hey! Was it Randy?)
With a flask of brandy?
(DR?)
He was by the bar!
(What about Rome?)
He was all alone!

Hey I saw Dan,
With a bottle in his hand!

Tell me who, who spiked the eggnog?
They've all got guilty eyes.
Who, who's got the grog?
It's gotta be one of these guys!
(We like the eggnog!)
(More eggnog!)

Chuck and Seggie were sneaking around,
Mike looked guilty to me.
Tyler's curled up on the couch
Might have been Walt,
Could have been Walt,
Probably was Walt,
Must have been Walt.

Hey! Don't look at me!
I just got here!

Tell me who, who spiked the eggnog?
I know the culprit is here.
Who, who's been hiding the hooch?
At the Christmas party this year.
(We love the eggnog!)

Tell me who spiked the eggnog?
Tell me, tell me who could it be?
Hey, it's pretty good stuff!
Who knows it could have been me!
You?
Yea!

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Artist : STRAIGHT NO CHASER
Album : Christmas Cheers

On the 1st day of Christmas my true love gave to me
A partridge in a pear tree
On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love gave to me
2 turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree

On the 4th day of Chris

On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love gave to me
5 golden rings!
4 calling birds, 3 french hens, 2 turtle doves
And a partridge in a pear tree

On the 9th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
(On the 8th day of Christmas my true love gave to me)
9 ladies dancing, 8 ladies dancing
(8 maids a-milking, 7 maids a-milking)
7 ladies dancing, 6 ladies dancing
(6 maids a-milking)
5!
Better not shout, you better not cry
You better not, in a pear tree

On the 9th
No!
On the 8th
No!

On the 7th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
(Deck the halls with boughs of holly)
7 swans a-swimming, 6 geese a-laying
(Here we come a-wassailing, among the leaves so)
5 golden rings!
(Fa la la la)

4 calling birds, 3 french hens, 2 turtle doves
(Here we come a-wassailing among the leaves so green)
The boar's head in hand bear I bedeck'd with bays
And partridge in a pear tree

On the 11th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
11 pipers piping, 10 lords a-leaping
(Ding, dong)
9 ladies dancing, 8 maids a-milking
(Ding, dong)
7 swans a swimming, 6 geese a laying
(Ding, dong)
5 golden rings, 4 calling birds
3 french hens, 2 turtle doves
And Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer!

On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
I have a little dreidel, I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready, a dreidel I shall play
Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel
Sorry...

On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me

On the 12th day my true love gave to me
12 drummers drumming like Olympus upon the Serengeti
11 pipers piping, 10 lords a-leaping!

9 ladies dancing they were dancing for me
8 maids a-milking, they were milking just for me
I had Christmas down in Africa
I had Christmas down in Africa

I had Christmas down in Africa
(5 golden rings!)
I had Christmas down in Africa
(5 golden rings!)
I had Christmas down in Africa
(5 golden rings!)
Gonna deck the halls and do the things we never had

Partridge in a big pear tree
Partridge in a big pear tree

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Artist : STRAIGHT NO CHASER
Album : With A Twist

Well you done done me and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
And now I'm trying to get back
Before the cool done run out
I'll be giving it my bestest
And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some

But I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours

Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love
Listen to the music of the moment people dance and sing
We're just one big family
And it's our God-forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved loved

So I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours

Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?

I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
But my breath fogged up the glass
And so I drew a new face and laughed
I guess what I'm saying is there ain't no better reason
To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons
It's what we aim to do
Our name is our virtue

But I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours

Please don’t please don’t please don’t
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours

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Artist : STRAIGHT NO CHASER
Album : With A Twist

Sometimes I feel I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
And I've lost my light
For I toss and turn I can't sleep at night

[Chorus]
Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I'll run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Oh...tainted love
Tainted love

Now I know I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
You don't really want it any more from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
And you'll think love is to pray
But I'm sorry I don't pray that way

[Chorus]

Don't touch me please
I cannot stand the way you tease [x2]
I love you though you hurt me so
Now I'm going to pack my things and go
Tainted love, tainted love [x2]
Touch me baby, tainted love [x2]
Tainted love [x3]

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Artist : STRAIGHT NO CHASER
Album : With A Twist

Hey now, hey now

There is freedom within
There is freedom without
Try to catch the deluge
In a paper cup

There's a battle ahead
Many battles are lost
But you'll never see the end of the road
While you're traveling with me

Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in

They come, they come
To build a wall between us
You know that they won't win

Now I'm towing my car
There's a hole in the roof
My possessions are causing me suspicion
But there's no proof

In the paper today
Tales of war and of waste
But you turn
Right over to the TV page

Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in

They come, they come
To build a wall between us
You know that they won't win

There is freedom within
There is freedom without
There is freedom within
There is freedom without

Don't dream it's over
(There is freedom within)
Don't dream it's over
(There is freedom without)

Don't matter when
(There is freedom within)
Don't matter when
(There is freedom without)

Now I'm walking again
To the beat of a drum
And I'm counting the steps
To the door of your heart

Only shadows ahead
Barely clearing the roof
Get to know the feeling
Of liberation and relief

Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in

They come, they come
To build a wall between us
You know that they won't win

Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in

They come, they come
To build a wall between us
You know that they won't win

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Artist : STRAIGHT NO CHASER
Album : With A Twist

When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse.

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

And high up above earth or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream, down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face and I...

Tears stream, down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face and I...

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.

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Artist : STRAIGHT NO CHASER
Album : With A Twist

Ooh, you make me live
Whatever this world can give to me
It's you, you're all I see and it's you
You make me live, now, mama
Ooh, you make me live

Oh, you're the best friend
That I ever had
I've been with you such a long time
You're my sunshine

And I want you to know
That my feelings are true
I really love you
You're my best friend

Ooh, you make me live
I've been wandering around
But I still come back to you

In rain or shine
You've stood by me, mom
I'm happy, happy at home
You're my best friend

Ooh, you make me live, ooh
Whenever this world is cruel to me
I got you to help me begin
All I see and it's you
You make me live, now, mama
Ooh, you make me live

Yeah, you're the first one
When things turn out bad
You know I'll never be lonely
You're my only one

And I love the things
I really love the things that you do
Ah, you're my best friend

You're my best friend

Friend
My friend
My friend
My friend
My friend

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Artist : STRAIGHT NO CHASER
Album : With A Twist

Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating at your door

I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him
In the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got

You say, "You just don't see it"
He says, "It's perfect sense"
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defense

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

I wasn't there that morning
When my father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
And I just wish I could have told him
In the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

Say it loud, say it clear

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Artist : STRAIGHT NO CHASER
Album : With A Twist

Hey Chuck...I know what your thinking.
That now's as good as any to start drinking.
Hey Danny...Yeah...What's it gonna be?
A gin and tonic sounds mighty mighty good to me.

Man I know I gotta go
It's the same thing every time
But I don't think another drink will make me lose my mind.
So I think about my next drink,
And it's you and me and the bottle makes three tonight.

Well I know this cat named Jerome.
He wanders to and fro.
He's in my favorite waterin' hole.
I said hey Rome, "how you doing, where have you been?"
?I?m just sittin? here sippin? my heavy sweet juice and gin.?

Man I know I gotta go
It's the same thing every time
But I don't think another drink will make me lose my mind.
So I think about my next drink,
And it's you and me and the bottle makes three tonight.

All the single ladies
All the single ladies
All the single ladies
Now put your hands up
All the single ladies
All the single ladies
All the single ladies
Now put your hands up

Man I know I gotta go
It's the same thing every time
But I don't think another drink will make me lose my mind.
So I think about my next drink,
And it's you and me and the bottle makes three
You and me and the bottle makes three
You and me and the bottle makes three tonight.
Yea!

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Artist : STRAIGHT NO CHASER
Album : With A Twist

Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

Back beat the word is on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how, don't know how

Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how, I don't know how

Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonder
You're my wonder
You're my wonderwall

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Artist : STRAIGHT NO CHASER
Album : With A Twist

Jeremiah was a bull frog
Was a good friend of mine
I never understood a single word he said
But I helped him drink his wine
Yes he always had some mighty fine wine

Joy to the world
All the boys and girls, now
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me

If I were the King of the world
Tell you what I'd do
I'd throw away the cars and the bars and the wars
And make sweet love to you
And make sweet love to you

Joy to the world
All the boys and girls, now
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me

You know I love the ladies
Love to have my fun
I'm a high night flier yes I?m a rider
And a straight-shooting son of a gun
I said a straight shooting son of a gun

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Artist : STRAIGHT NO CHASER
Album : With A Twist

Sometimes I feel like
I don't have a partner
Sometimes I feel like
My only friend

Is the city I live in
The city of angels
Lonely as I am
Together we cry

I drive on her streets
'Cause she's my companion
I walk through her hills
'Cause she knows who I am

She sees my good deeds
And kisses me windy
Well, I never worry
Now, that is a lie

I don't ever wanna feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way

I don't ever wanna feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way

She knows who I am

It's hard to believe that
There's nobody out there
It's hard to believe
That I'm all alone

At least I have her love
And the city she loves me
Lonely as I am, together we cry

I don't ever wanna feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way

I don't ever wanna feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way

Hold on, hold on, love me
Hold on, hold on, love me
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on

Under the bridge downtown
Is where I drew some blood
Under the bridge downtown
I could not get enough

Under the bridge downtown
Forgot about my love
Under the bridge downtown
I threw my life away

Away, yeah, yeah
Away, yeah, yeah

Oh no, no no, yeah, yeah
Oh no, oh no, yeah, yeah

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Artist : STRAIGHT NO CHASER
Album : With A Twist

You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.
You'd be like Heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.

Pardon the way that I stare.
There's nothing else to compare.
The sight of you leaves me weak.
There are no words left to speak,
But if you feel like I feel,
Please let me know that it's real.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.

I need you, baby,
And if it's quite alright,
I need you, baby,
To warm a lonely night.
I love you, baby.
Trust in me when I say:
Oh, pretty baby,
Don't let me down, I pray.
Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay
And let me love you, baby.
Let me love you.

You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.
You'd be like Heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.

I need you, baby,
And if it's quite alright,
I need you, baby,
To warm a lonely night.
I love you, baby.
Trust in me when I say:
Oh, pretty baby,
Don't let me down, I pray.
Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay.
And let me love you, baby.
Let me love you.

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Artist : STRAIGHT NO CHASER
Album : With A Twist
(feat. Barry Manilow)

One voice
Singing in the darkness
All it takes is one voice
Singing so they hear what's on your mind
And when you look around you'll find
There's more than

One voice
Singing in the darkness
Joining with your one voice
Each and every note another octave
Hands are joined and fears unlocked

If only one voice
Would start it on its own
We need just one voice facing the unknown
And then that one voice would never be alone
It takes that one voice

It takes that one voice
Just one voice
Singing in the darkness
All it takes is one voice
Shout it out and let it ring

Just one voice
It takes that one voice
And everyone will sing

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Artist : SUGA FREE
Album : Street Gospel

So pay attention, babe
Pay attention
Our Father, who art in Heaven
Quik gave me a beat, now Pomona's on the set, now...

[Chorus:]
Get your money, why you bullshittin'?!
Baby, why you bullshittin'?!

Mama tries but there ain't no love like homie love, baby
I'm G'd up and I'm crazy
And there's a mellow ghetto breeze on my ass
Cause I'm, saggin', don't wanna die so I'm taggin'
Now when I see my baby cryin'
I can't explain how it hits me
I'm tryin' papers while she fill it in
Ya see in order for me to win, I gotta lose sometimes, baby
I know I'm wrong but I'm a make it
Now I...

Never hit hit a woman, naha
But I slapped the shit out of a bitch, why you bullshittin'?!
If you think a little ahead, you gets a little ahead, little trick
But I ain't goin' against the grain, not me, not even a little bit
Bet she didn't tell you she used to be my ho, huh?
Yeah nigga, she sold that pussy for me, in Pomona
You better take some of this night time sticky icky head
'Fore she could realise I'm tryin' to get rich with Quik
Why you bullshittin'?
Suga Free is lovely and pretty as I can be
Perms simpler than Charlotte Spred, waves deep as Redonda Beach
Tellin' you to

[Chorus:]
Get your money, why you bullshittin'?!
Baby, why you bullshittin'?!
I get down, why you bullshittin'?!
Baby, why you bullshittin'?!

Now what's the problem nigga?
Whu-what? Yo' lady won't suck your dick?
Cause for the very low low price of $100 you can use my bitch
And if you act now, man, I'll throw in a ho that'll buff your nad
She used to work down there at the Sperm Bank
See, she got fired for drinkin' on the job
But you ain't know, givin' baby yo' money, be killin' me!
Lettin' that bitch disrespect you in front of yo' friends be killin me!
Always givin' that bitch some dick, killin' me
Goin' through one ear, comin' out the other,
Talkin bout you feelin' me
Now, partner tell me where my love at
Cause I'm a tell you where you're wrong at
I'll be in but I won't break, not me, no matter
If I'm broker than her, I won't take her purse
I just want the whole [?]
Shit! And at that you broke, been broke, gon' be broke
Wanna see me broke, but please ho, really doe
Cause I, tell a lie? She tell a lie
Sit there with a straight face [?] on one anothers lives
Now I can tell you 30 times how to pimp you a ho
And I can tell you 30 mo' and you still won't know
Partner, you wanna overuse the pussy?
Me, I'm tryin' to hit the news with the pussy
In a survey it's estimated that 9 out of 10 men don't check they spouse but Suga Free'll tell your pretty ass to get the fuck out!

[Chorus:]
And get my money, why you bullshittin'?!
Baby, why you bullshittin'?!
I get down, why you bullshittin'?!
Baby, why you bullshittin'?!

Bitch come get yo' damn kid, you see him tearin' up my shit?
She's starin' dead at they ass, you won't tell 'em to quit
Now, I whoop they ass, fuck waitin' 'till baby turn her back
Lil ol' man come sock me, trust me
He tryin' to run, he gettin' cracked
I want you but I really don't need you, bitch
Cause all you do is eat, burp and fuck and talk that shit
And tell yo' kids I ain't they motherfuckin' daddy
What-what? Yo' medi couch fly?
Cause they look like they been eatin' cabbage
And it don't cost a dime
I won't knock one pork chop off yo' plate
If you don't knock one of mine, [?]
Cause a hoes gonna be a ho for real
Quit jockin' her cause youse a snack, she lookin' for a meal
And I ain't tryin' to be your friend bitch
Buddy, buddy, that's my partner, that nigga cool, and all that shit
Sayin: I won't be afraid, I won't go astray
I'll play like I'm wake, I'll stay in my place
Please let me stay, I'll hold to my grave
So how you wanna handle this? Baby we'll dismantle this
And we blows you out like a candle trick
Hahahahahahaa
And we blows you out like a candle trick

[Chorus:]
Man, get your money, why you bullshittin'?!
Baby, why you bullshittin'?!
Believe me, I get down, why you bullshittin'?!
That's right, baby, why you bullshittin'?!
Don't fuck around, why you bullshittin'?!
Yo, Kingpin, why you bullshittin'?!
I think, Pomona Town, why you bullshittin'?!
Uhh! That's where I'm from, why you bullshittin'?!
Get your money, why you bullshittin'?!
Table for two, baby, why you bullshittin'?!
Uuh, trick, it ain't hard, why you bullshittin'?!
And you know what? Credit card, why you bullshittin'?!
Got my money baby, why you bullshittin'?!
Ahh, god damn, why you bullshittin'?!
Suga Free, I get down, why you bullshittin'?!
Suga Free, Black Tone, don't be bullshittin'!
Kingpin for life!
Ahhhh, I get down for life, oh

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Artist : SUGA FREE
Album : Street Gospel

Whatcha gonna do?
Do you wanna get out?
Whatcha gonna do? (Baby)
Do you wanna get out? (Tell Me)
Whatcha gonna do?
Do you wanna get out?
Whatcha gonna do?
Do you wanna get out?

I'd rather give you my bitch (Pay Attention)
I'd rather give you my bitch
I'd rather give you my bitch then to let you breathe...
on my last bit of indo smoke
I'd rather give you my bitch... Tonight!
You wanna hit my joint but I'd rather let you fuck my bitch
Suck her tits and she'll suck yo dick
And sense 1 mans trash is another mans treasure
You gets... no part of my weed but you can have my bitch Heather

Like every other bitch I get
I'd rather give you my bitch, my whole bitch, and nothing but my bitch
Cause anybody that can bleed for 5 days and don't die
Plus develop an attitude, go to sleep wake up
and look at me dead in my eyes, ain't for me playa
Oh nah, maybe for you
Suga fide that sleaze walkin bitch I thought you knew who I'm true
I gotta get mine, I wanna get mine, I need to get mine, I'm wasting my time
Cause playa's do what they want to, yeah, and suckers do what they can
You you, can't can't, gat gat, me me, bitch
I love being rich
I wantcha but I don't needcha
Let your momma tell ya how ta make a nigga please ya
Not knowin that I'm 10 steps ahead of Lisa
And the bull so she's runnin against the grain (What?)
I'd rather give you my bitch, then to let you breathe...
on my last bit of indo smoke
I'd rather give you my bitch, then to let you breathe again, breathe again
I'd rather give you my bitch (What?) cause you been trickin
you be thinkin with your dick and shit (Bitch)
I'd rather give you my bitch... Ta..Tonight!

Hi-ho Silver!
Bitch, if you look at me like that again, oh I'm subject ta kill ya
Cause love ain't nothin but 2 people feelin sorry for each other
then hittin divorce court to pay child support to your baby's mother
Here comes the sheriff knockin at my front door
with a warrant for my arrest cause I refuse to pay a hoe
Sheeet, ain't no pussy good enough for me to split have my shit
I wouldn't give a squirt of piss to save a broke bitch
Gimme this, gimme that, do you got, can I have,
that's all I hear bitch I'll beat your ass
I bet I'll never hear a bitch say she's broke
as long as she's got some pussy with some ass and a deep-throat
And Oooo-eeee
it ain't a bitch breathing today that can do me
She use ta be a sweet taste in my mouth
But now I want to knock her motherfucking ass out
I ain't ready to fuck I stick my dick in your throat
Pay me and pay me no attention bitch cause I'ma keep the growth
Fuck that girlfriend bitch you need a nasty hoe
So she work that cunt until she can't no mo'
Yeah, hey DJ Quik beat this shit, back
I got a brand new back flap that'll park her like ah Cadillac
Now be a man nigga check that bitch
and if you smell something stankin thats me cause I be shittin
I'd rather give you my bitch, then to let you breathe...
on my last bit of indo smoke
I'd rather give you my bitch, then to let you breathe again, breathe again
I'd rather give you my bitch (What?) cause you been trickin
you be thinkin with your dick and shit (Bitch)
I'd rather give you my bitch, Ta... Tonight!
I'd rather give you my bitch, Tonight!

And Loco 'Y', Little Groove, Little Gun, Maniac,
Little 'C', Beninjaren, and Termintes, Charley Mack,
'B' Dog, Gangster Greg, Little Greg, Eminem,
Mountian Flem, Down 1, Crazy 'T', Little Sim,
'D' Mack, Gangster Dirt, Elbo, Ray Dog, 'G' Wood, and Baby Insane pimp this mack
See I could be broke as a joke sayin
hey homie can I get you ta sell some of your smoke
and could you ta sell me some of that drink (glug, glug)
But I bang, bang, chitty, chitty,
lips, hips, fingertips, ass and titties
Now, Ah Ha, schooled you,
and thats how we do it in Pamona fo'
I left ha..........
ol' monkey mouth toe up ass raggedy Heather
Bitch you lookin like somebody dug you up, and drugged you up
and stood you up, and fucked you up
Nah still the mind and the body must follow
now she ride around her mouth wantin dick to swallow
And right before I go
please donate my brain to Captain Save Ah Hoe
I'd rather give you my bitch
I'd rather give you my bitch
I'd rather give you my bitch, then to let you breathe...
on the shorts of my indo smoke
I'd rather give you my bitch, then to let you breathe again, breathe again
I'd rather give you my bitch (What?) cause you been trickin
you be thinkin with your dick and shit (Bitch)
I'd rather give you my bitch, Ta... Tonight!
I'd rather give you my bitch
I'd rather give you my bitch
I'd rather give you my bitch, then to let you breathe...
on my last bit of indo smoke
I'd rather give you my bitch, Ta... Tonight!
I'd rather give you my bitch
I'd rather give you my bitch
I'd rather give you my bitch
I'd rather give you my bitch
I'd rather give you my bitch
I'd rather give you my bitch

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Artist : SUGA FREE
Album : Street Gospel

[Chorus:]
Smokin' on that doe doe and a skunk
As I bump with the humps in the trunk
I'm sippin' on that Hennesey because it's all good
As I bounce to a party in the hood
[x2]

[Verse 1:]
[Suga Free]
Slide, slide, slippety slide
Because I heard it was a party jumpin' on the Westside
Ride, Dogg, show me your eyes
So I'ma drink this Hennesey and give my head a real drive
Now the rat-tat-tat-tat strapped on my back-back
Nothin' jacked but the cracker playa hater talkin' smack
'Cause the party that I'm headed fo' is oh so deep
And it's a Tony Lang thang so I'm bound to creep
Now Suga Free don't dance, but I'd like to now
And my hoes can't go until my money is right
Now I'm about to get go after I G up from the feet up
And roll this weed up, like [?], speed up with the beat up
And roll. Baby hold that stearin wheel while I roll this indo
Better known as the magic wand, the bomb, the antidote
The twilight smoker, 'fore smoke
As I swerve by the curb on some herb gettin' smoked
Hittin' 16 switches is the life
While your girl send you to players anonymous, I perform like the Macs
I sell her dreams to her like a quiet storm
The only reason why they be worth pennies is to keep her ankle from her
As I tip top out the Cadillac
I see my homie DJ Quik and Tony Lang with that sticky green thang

[?Tony Lang?]
[?] up in a planatary temper high
Tryin' to prevent a player from gettin' his pie, so let me fly

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
[Suga Free]
Sway, as I begin to hit the Chronic I see birds
I'm paranoid but I still want that herb
Somebody [?] cause my cotton mouth is back but I'm feelin' superb
I'm in la-la land and I'm tweaky
I'm in la-la land, but I see these girls freaky
I'm in la-la land, time to start creepin'
One two three, I emerge as a G
The Chronic got my membrane stuck
I'm Suga Free and I don't give a huff
And my eyes are oh so loaded
That I can barely focus in on my folks
Sway, it's reserve, as I tip-toe
Slip and slide to the flow where the ?heatho?
Really though, here we go ho
Foe everytime I look around I see hoes
So many different freaks to be chose
So what you sayin'? What you sayin'?
Spit that game and bust these hoes
[?] caught me for a dog, how?
Got you niggas slippin' with this freak in, bow wow
That [?] was to, her skirt got hooked, her man got shook
Cause that's the way it's written down in a players book
To a bitch thinkin' just like blue
Don't let her bounce off me, so we can stick on you
Now if you got a sack of weed say "Right, right"
Now hold it up and wave it from side to side
Cause your party ain't a party if you ain't got weed
Woman cloud and contact smoke that I can book breath
Yeah I can feel my heart beat
It's Suga Free, come take this weed from me
And something's wrong, I think I'm sprung, off of that twee.. Suga Free
And I feel so high, my mouth is dry
But I wanna fly in the sky and say goodbye as I rise
Seems.. As I take a deep breath from that boo-boo AKA the chronic
Not that boo-bop that you got
Seperate mine from yours, fool, I want the pie
That every other bud head do
The certain general has just informed you and I
To inhale and exhale, to breathale my bale well

[Chorus x4]

Smokin on that doe doe and a skunk...

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Artist : SUGA FREE
Album : Street Gospel

[Verse 1: Suga Free]
I'm coming out of twi-light sneak like God!
"Num Yo-Ho Ren-Ge Kyo-Ho"
Naw baby, I'm that brother that you used to dream about in yo bed
When you woke up, soaking wet between yo leg
You ain't runnin' nothin' here but your mouth
And trippin' is what you do, but money's what I'm about
You messin' up again with me, when will you learn?
Knowing dog-on well humidity messes up my perm
So fly! So right!
Now let me take a picture of this pitchure and you decide
I see some watered-down fools amongst my pimpsmanship
Hey Bubba, you with me? (Yeah, playa!) They can't pimp me
I'm a genuine mack and if you got some dirt
We'll put it in a pot and plant it, if it grow that'll hurt
So what really separates me from you is
I'm never satisfied when it come to my chips
So you, you, him her, them fools in the back
Suckas, tricks, bloods, crips, I'm a west coast mack
From me to you, straight from the street
A thousand dollas a day multiplied by each blister on her feet
Equals me, Playa-Hamm and DJ Quik
Now substract that by a sucka like you and what you get?
I'm getting treated like I'm Ama-Deus, a playa like Horisson
Cooler than Arthur Fonserelly and free like Jim Morisson

[Hook]
Don't no suckas live here
You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
Don't no suckas live here
You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
Don't no suckas live here
You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
Don't no suckas live here
Keep on nockin' but you can't come in

[Verse 2: Playa-Hamm]
I'm in the hood, rum on the wood, it's recognizeable
Got fatty-assed pockets, they end up for the sizeable
I'm liable to take this playa shit where it never been
Everytime I pick up my pen I puts it down lifestyle
This how I'm livin'
Been Up in this the whole while they multiply the division
My pants sag, ain't no flag though I'm associated
With pimps, hustlas, macks and tricks who playa hate
Now these hoes, wishin they could miss me
Everytime I come around, a bitch tryina twist me
I'm disappearing like Whodini, they ain't seein' this
Up in the cut I pimp that ass, they rather pee in this
I rip the smack like it's capital
Played it like it's Cavistar
Now they Jock like I'm 2Pac
Hoe-knockin with the fascinating Suga Free
P-P, motherfuckin' C
Eternally yours with the doors open wide now
Ain't no place for you fakes and frogs to hide now
Supreme hood rat hoes, here me to the beat
Slang that ass for a chance to ride back seat
Trick niggaz let 'em leap but I can't follow 'em
Thirty minutes in the suite they wanna swollow cum
The drama unfolds bitch, everywhere the P flows
I ain't pennin' pussy, but this is how it goes

[Hook]
Don't no suckas live here
You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
Don't no suckas live here
You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
Don't no suckas live here
You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
Don't no suckas live here
Keep on nockin' but you can't come in

[Suga Free Ad-libs]

[Verse 3: Suga Free]
Baby you know that "Welcome" sign you seen
Before you came into my house
Put a "U-N" on that welcome and turn around and get the hell out
And don't tell your boyfriend you live here, Game
And I put you stuff in storage on your mama's name
Now see baby run, run baby run
Here I come with DJ Quik, Ray-Dog and Shot Gun
I bust a trick, with my trick, by my trick, in front of my trick
In back of my trick and on the side of my trick, trick!
Oh no baby, what you mean you didn't get your check?
You better call your case worker before I break your neck
But y'all broke-ass brothers wanna give them freaks a chance
Potna that junk played out with Atari, Tuck skins and parachute pants
So say what's up to your forever-treatin-a-freak-bad
Friendly-neighborhood-playa-potna Suga Free, man
Ah-ha, parlez-vus français? Oui, oui!
Sabes español? Si!
International playa, baby!

[Hook]
No! No! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Yeah! Yeah!

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Artist : SUGA FREE
Album : Street Gospel
(feat. DJ Quik, Hi-C)

[Suga Free]
Oh yeah, once again
your friendly.. neighbour.. hood.. player
Suga Free.. is in this bitch.. bitch
Now I wanna break it down for my nigga DJ Quik
The almighty, funkster
The baddest to ever touch the MPC60
Worth 3000, you don't hear me
Clue Dogg, Blac Tone, Hi-C
Droppin some bomb shit fo yo ass
As we dip da, tip toe to the 9-7

[Chorus x2]
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run

[Suga Free]
Naw, uh-oh
Bitch you done fucked up!
Yeah I took yo phone book and took a long look
at another niggas name and his neighbourhood
Straight struck her
But life in a brick now-now, knew her, huh-huh, bullshit she
Took her stinky ass come up to my parole officer and say he hit me
He'll do a violation, and she know west [?]
To realise only reason that bitch work is to keep her ankles warm
I, pimpin a padron on the first degree
I'm writin letters to a bitch that ain't thinkin bout me
But I'm a pimp mayne, so I'ma sharpen up my twos and bout that
Cause that bitch lips so big chopstick had to invent a spray, fuck that
You know that player hater cause he ain't got one pinball in his body
That's funny, I-I can't-can't wait-wait to-to get-get my-my money
In a real way, hey Mr. pimp player max superior
Drivin that pussy in a pink Cadillac
with some of that jack off nut coloured interior
Baby don't cry, I know he trippin
But you were a winner
Lil mo in my Cadillac [?] panties up in my [?]

[Chorus x2]

[DJ Quik]
Yeah, it's Mr. Quik, tell me, who do you expect?
I'm back with Suga Free, and Hi-C for all respect
Cause I've been doin this shit for years and still impressin
Tryna get whatcha on me nothin mo nothin less
Cause in my black Lex I rolls from county to county
City to city lookin for the dark honies, suckle brown red titties
And bitches, y'all can't play a technique for a trick
Because I speaks softly, and carries a big ol' dick
And um
I like the bitches that ain't scared to use they hands
I like the bitches that'd get naked in the back of the van
Yeah, see see, I paid ya like I'm major
You bitches steadily gettin over them niggas that done paid ya
But then I just fire my newport and look at ya stupid
And then shoot you with an arrow like dick cause I ain't Cupid
Now learn to tip toe [?]

[Chorus x3]

[Hi-C]
I bet ya recognise me, I'm nasty as they come Mr. H-I-C
Tip Toe, but don't ya run, cause me and my dogs be chillin in the tree
DJ Quik, Blac Tone and Suga Free
Now tell me what ya want, baby what ya need
I slap meat to a freak, and make the ho nose bleed
Cause bitches like you smoke up all the weed
And ain't givin up shit with yo nappy weed
See I
A hoe like you can shake my spot
Or suck my dick, till your taste of snot
Naw it don't stop, we stays on top
And bust like a muthafuckin fo-fo shot
Fuck what you got, I'ma ride and swerve
Intoxicated man I hate it when I scrapes the curb
Just slammed the do and the ho tried to work me
God damn ho, don't bitch, ya tryna work me

[Chorus x4]

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Artist : SUGA FREE
Album : Street Gospel

I just wanna put that shit down
To where that shit was (OK)
Y'know what I'm sayin?
Nigga we used to be up in that motherfucker
You know what I'm sayin?
Nigga.. used to call Black Tone collect and shit (um hum)
Y'know what I'm sayin?
I call a house collect, even a shop, you know? (yeah)
Y'know what I'm sayin? It's the one
Ni... OK, yes
Y'know what I'm sayin? (right)
Everytime, it never fail, dog (yeah)
Like, like, homie, I'm hurtin' man
Nigga, I'm, nigga, I, tsh
Don't worry about nothin' Ril-Rock
Don't worry about nothin' nigga
And man, I used to beat on walls, man
Bounce, just check this, man, just check this shit out
It's about the County Jail and shit homie
Just check this shit out
[humming]
You know, shit like that
Y'know, nigga just beat on the table and shit (mm-hmm)
Man, man

[humming] I wanna go home
I said a who, who's that baller, baby, I wanna come home
I'm gettin' tired, of this dialin'
And I, [?] 'em go
And then I, got my ski and seed number, 8s-9-6-5-I fo' sho'
Yeah, yes a baller, singin, I wanna go home
Because I got accessed to DJ Quik, and [?]
Pomona, town where the sea bird lake, come from and that's fo' sho'
Let me tell you this rap 'bout the county jail
When I, lost my hope, c'mon
[humming] Check it out...

Let me flow, like a butterfly on cruise control
From the L.A. county jail, get the penn, to parol
You know flow, that's so [?]
So give a big bow wow, to Suga Free
One more dog and French bread
Return to the lab to reclaim my fame
And see my bitches take the corner
Nigga, I ain't nothin' changed
But I'ma handcuff yo' ass to the sound
And test drive niggas, that's how to touch
And bitches that's how to bat
I'm steppin' out the penn
Bailin' in a cloud of smoke
Nizi tizi, [?] ?I had to dive on 'em? loc
Now we gon' make or make 'em clap to this
Now grab yo' gat, smoke a sac
And drink some Cognac and jack to this
Both be on the lookout for PPD
Them black, them whites
Them disco lights and that 3rd strike
Cause I'll be damned if I go back to the penn
If I unlock my payroll, with a hoe, and do some time again
Back in the County with my hair gettin' thinner
Because I'm stressin' about my bitch and I wonder who's goin' in her
And I'm knowin' that the tramp ain't shit
But in the LA County Jail I'ma need that bitch
I'm on a roof, up in 95, huh, and I'm broke at that
I'm creepin' on niggas, sweepin'
That's for goin' with that money sac
And G's hittin' niggas up on from where they from
Ready to roll, bustas and marks up out of 95 huh
But then she in her nails gettin' smart and quiet
So put yo' hand on yo' shit
And get ready to scrap cause it's another riot
Now I'm scrappin' with my hair half braid
Because a nigga stole some candy from a [?]
So me Ray Dogg, [?] and Trey Parcept
That nigga TC from EC and 8-Ball from HT
The red rags resent from tree tops, Tony Lang
With Nookie Baby John from Foo Town and Pat
Together we love some motherfucker stood [?] all at one time
They comin' together, some niggas yap
Crips and bloods on they way to the home
Because we took our phone
And motherfuckers and left they face swoll
Damn, now they feed a nigga juke balls
No action on the phones, no visitors
Man I can't wait to go home

Who's that baller, should I, I wanna go home
I said a who, who's that baller, baby, I wanna go home
Mama I ain't really happy here, I really really wanna come home
If it wasn't for, you and my sister, I'd be straight all alone
Yes a baller, said I, I wanna go home
I said a who, who's that baller, baby, I wanna go home
Clue Dogg, I know you want to, baby, I wanna come home
I really, miss [?] doggs, baby, now she gonna be all alone
Love to move, nigga won't you come on home
Love to move... [Fades]

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Artist : SUGA FREE
Album : Street Gospel
(feat. Playa Hamm)

[Suga Free:]
If I could get a dollar, for everytime you look at me sideways
I'll pay the Westside on Friday's to build y'all playa haters y'all own highways
Don't trip on me partner, no uh-uh
I'm havin' visions of Bloody Mary with AIDS tryin' to give me some nana
You can't dictate mines, what I look like to you baby?
Besides the feelin' is fine
All natural like oat bran, engineered like no other
Fly for life, still as a mannequin when it comes to my mother
Capricorn baby and I'm stubborn just like you
So why don't you do me a favor and tell that lie to that fool
Don't get me twisted baby, I love you too
But when that rent and that car note come what love gon' do?
Baby, my money's on the clock, right around the block
You see me stack big knot, my music's all I got
So I'm a stay ready so I don't gotta get ready
Cause I rose like King Tut and resurrect it like Amadeus

[Chorus:]
If you stay ready
(Don't ask nobody, ask me baby)
You ain't got to get ready
(Same thing go around gon' come right back around)
If you stay ready
(Fa sho, can ya feel me?)
You ain't got to get ready
(Cause I can feel you)

[Playa Hamm:]
Now, orange juice and Austy got me feelin' lodi dodi
Flippin' through my phone book tryin' to find me a hottie
I can't wait to let ya lies and just relax with
That ain't jockin' me 'cause of who I stacks with
Ain't too many I'm comin' across qualifyin'
But I be that player from the P that's just gon' keep on tryin'
I go from A to Y, 'cause I don't know no Z's
To the Brougham, blow the brains and enjoy the breeze
These hunnies got me wonderin' if I'll ever find one
That'll get me to that place where I wouldn't mind one
Out in traffic I see many lookin' choosable
It never fails though, I always end up usin' those
For whatever I'm needin' at that point in time
A get-away, a good one or another rhyme
I'm tired of the S.O.S. but it's real
Long as I feel 'em like I do I guess I'm just gon' deal

[Chorus:]
If you stay ready
(Same thing make you laugh will make you cry)
You ain't got to get ready
(We ain't worried about nothin', we fly for life)
If you stay ready... (What?)
You ain't got to get ready

[Suga Free:]
Hey Playa Hamm, I know they sayin' oh boy that's come classic connection
Playa for real, ya - ya feel me? (Oh yeah-yeah)
Now this the - kingpin, Westside, best side, let's ride
And God bless my backbones, my homeboys like Black Tone

[Playa Hamm:]
Bringin' it through for the true everytime I speak
Sprinkles the rest like '40, but they still comin' weaker
I'm a keep it simple so the tricks can comprehend
You can never be me, only see me with a end

[Suga Free:]
Well if they ain't ripe yet, they can stay on the tree
Cause I'm your friendly neighborhood playa partner Suga Free
Liable to haul off and spit these P's that'll break you to your knees
She'll lie, steal and kill for real for me, Hamm please

[Playa Hamm:]
Now what they thought baby? We ain't comin' to raw
If she broke she gon' get a job, or break the law
They say God blessed the child, God is on it so true
We ain't get it like we got it dependin' on you

[Suga Free:]
Now I can show ya better than I can tell ya, so swell
No, put your clothes back on baby
I'm into breakin' hearts, promises and fingernails
There was no I's... And I put that on the Holy Ghost and four more God's
You broke my heart and I let you succeed
Cause to a playa that's a organ that you really don't need
Low and behold, what good is havin' a heart if it can break and be re-broke?
So if you stay ready what you gon' have to get ready for?

[Chorus:]
If you stay ready
(Kingpin for life y'all)
You ain't got to get ready
(Kingpin... ah ah)
If you stay ready
(I pin the tail on the funky enough)
You ain't got to get ready
(And shocks her with this funky stuff)
If you stay ready
(Why you bullshittin'?)
You ain't got to get ready
(What's happenin'?)
If you stay ready
(Kingpin for life)
You ain't got to get ready
(Kingpin for life, y'all)

You know... straight game...
Never... game... DJ Quik... what's up baby?
Playa Hamm... G-One... Robert Bacon... yeah

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Artist : SUGA FREE
Album : Street Gospel

[Suga Free]
Fly for life, this life is mine, willin to die..
Don't cost a dime to stay out of mine, not a dime..
Indica thai, makin me high, you wanna try?

Up up and away, sunshine, blue skies, fly
and I see orange stars, green clovers, and blue diamonds
Feelin nutritious!
Makin love to my, beotches, beat it
You ain't gonna make no puss I done sewed her up
Get my money type pimp player [?] are we? (No) Cool
Now I reside in Pomona
I got some bitches on the corner
My baby momma with em too
Cause I'm a motherfuckin fool (Whassup Suga Free?)
The price of pussy baby
The price of pussy babyyyyyyyy!

[unlisted singer]
[?] buddies hangin with you while I'm shakin em
and everything they say has got to do with you not takin em
Just hear me when you work out are you [?] with your friends
cause life is gettin short and see I'm all about my yen
The Westside of Pomona is the city where it's happenin
City of sin, and I miss them days back on Jackland[?]
Still it was the state of mind don't think that we be playin
[something in spanish] no cuerte, you know what I'm sayin
The method of detectin niggaz all up in yo' game
can never be done, if you continue to remain
a victim in life, for the fact that love don't love nobody
I shoulda been this numb back in the days of O.G. Chotty[?]
Sayin..

[unlisted singer]
Oooh, you can run away from a playa but you can't hide

[Suga Free]
No you can't hide from yo'self
because everywhere you go, there you are

[unlisted singer]
Oooh, you can run but there's no places left to hide

[Suga Free]
And kiss my pimpin ASS
Cause some of y'all niggaz be KILLIN me!
Fly for life, this life is mine, willin to die.. (fly for life)
Don't cost a dime to stay out of mine, not a dime..
(not a got damn dime)
Indica thai, makin me high, you wanna try? (Yeah)

Strange weeds in the garden, bird pickin up seed killed game
Here come a passion mark, jealous playa hat'n lame
And he's slippin like a bad transmission too
Givin bitches his money, now do that sound like you?
They say money don't [?] and it's hard to make
I think about it everytime I bump a bitch to break
You couldn't pay me no money to respect a bitch
Fall in love, get married, and watch her take half my shit
But you a gangsta - yeah you hard as fuck!
A straight killa to your homies but that pussy got you stuck
I got game - somethin you stuck on
I want some money but you wanna get your fuck on, trick
Shoot a nigga cause he from the other side of the street
but scared to let yo' bitch go out, cause yo' game is weak
Now how your money want my honey?
So how your money want my hoe?
Cause youse a gangsta, liquor, sucker, fucker
Teaser, pleaser, slap her, tap her
in the back of her, the bed, the flow that's yo' hoe
On the couch, in her mouth, check it out, her gut
her butt, so rough, so tough, mmmmm
Bust a nut get up and pimp or shut the fuck up
Now what you gon' be nigga,
part of the problem or part of the solution?
A paper institution, see the institution upon seducin
Y'all know that nigga that be turf talkin that old ying-yang
Killin me with that buh-bullshit, don't be wantin a damn thang
Now correct me if I'm wrong; I love my money
myself my weed but anything else can get the fuck on!

Fly for life, this life is mine, willin to die.. (fly for life)
Don't cost a dime to stay out of mine, not a dime..
(not a got damn dime)
Indica thai, makin me high, you wanna try? (Yeah)

I heard a bitch say if you hit a bitch then youse a bitch yourself
I said,
"Then call me Dwana bitch and I'll beat that bitch to death playa"
I see you got that nigga pussy-whipped, with that pussy grip
on that pussy trip, starin at your pussy lip
You say you got too much pride to hoe
Bitch if push come to shove, you'd be ready to go
Uh-oh, here come push and now go shove in the front and back
Tre' can-dy paint great with goldies on brand new dubs
Ready to kidnap that brain with that game
that I got from Tony Lang[?], Ernest Lang[?] and Jermaine
Black tone's my backbone when ass gone my jawbone will be gone
My knee-bone will be to my ankle bone
Ay Tony Lang[?] you better tell em
Get ready to tell this nigga a joke or somethin
man cause I'ma overwhelm him
Them jealous niggaz don't believe us
so I'ma wreck the microphone and [?] between the Devil and Jesus
And I, tip-toe, to Top Hat Liquor sto'
to buy some drank and zig-zags for this dank - see
the very same winos, beggin for change
Gettin drunk, tellin lies, just the same ol' thang
Now I'm rollin down [?] in the lane, by the curb
Pushin Fosgate Alpine woofers with reverb
My homey Lil' Man, Loco Y, Crazy D
Lil' Shamu from Sin-town, Doo G Greg[?] and O.G. Down Down
As I take you face to face to a place
that takes the place of all place to place, I rest my case

Fly for life, this life is mine, willin to die.. (fly for life)
Don't cost a dime to stay out of mine, not a dime..
(not a got damn dime)
Indica thai, makin me high, you wanna try? (Yeah)
Fly for life, fly for life, fly for life! (Fly for life)
Ahhh..

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Artist : SUGA FREE
Album : Street Gospel

Would you like to know a secret?
(Would you wanna, you really wanna, baby)
Would you promise not to tell?
(I know you wanna know, baby, I bet ya)
Would you like to know a secret?
(Would you wanna, you really wanna, I know)
Would you promise not to tell?
(Wanna know it, I bet you wanna, baby, you really wanna, you really wanna)

Now I comes from Pomona
The city of G's in California
Where the sun rises the east
And sets the west (Tell the truth player)
Now I ain't tryin to be a hard ass brother
Cause I got game from my sister and my mother (Nah)
They told me the same thing that'll make you laugh
Will make you cry
And they was right on the money
Now I
Bang bang to the rhythm of Quik
Now put the dip in your hip
And let your backbone slip
It took a real long time for me to get this break
And I'll be damned if I leave it for a sucka to take
Hey Suga Free, I got some whoop whoop
I'm finna get some whop whop
You know I sold my drop top
On Daytons with them knock-offs
Partner you can straight shake the spot
I see the envy and jealousy in your face
And bump what you got fool
Forgot to write me in the penn
Now I'm on parole in the wind
And your trying to fit in
Y'all humpback J
E to the A
The L-O-U-S suckas make my day
Sucka
But I'm a cotton-pickin fool
I shoulda listened to Tony Lane
When he told me to shake a sucka like you
Shake-a-shake-a-shake
One sucka a day
Cause misery loves company (OK)
And a, Mr. Sucka For a Trick
a.k.a
Broke jealous trick
With a itch
To never see me spittin
Here come that sucka with that smile
Talkin about
How my shit flow so dope
He played my tape and got cottonmouth
So I'm knowin bout your fake smile
Pat me on my back
With that he say-she say crap
Because I know something you don't
Like havin thousands
And a [?]

Would you like to know a secret?
(Would you wanna, you really wanna, know it)
Would you promise not to tell?
(I'll give it to ya baby, I bet ya, wanna, know)
Would you like to know a secret?
(Would you wanna, you really wanna, baby)
Would you promise not to tell?
(I know you wanna, you really wanna, know it, I bet you wanna, you really wanna)

Now I gets my checks in chunks
Blocks and stacks
Looking out for my homies
And family like a mack
So you can do or say whatever floats your boat
But I'ma tell you just like this
I'm far from broke
So while you talk about me
You need to look at yourself
Who gave Peaches five hundred for [?]
I had a life-long dream
To do just this
In and out of jail
And didn't nobody send me shhh
But I ain't mad witcha
I guess we do what we do
And God Bless Chris, Flower, Dante and little Clue
We gotta make it right
Cause Mr. Gilmore is laughing at us
Killing each other
Over nothing every night
So wake up and recognize
What you fail to see
Cause I'm a black man partner
It was hard for me
Trying to get a job
With a cross tattoo under my left eye
They never called me back in interviews
It was hi and bye

Would you like to know a secret?
(Would you wanna, you really wanna, know it)
Would you promise not to tell?
(I know you wanna, you really wanna, know it, I bet ya)
Would you like to know a secret?
(I know you wanna, you really wanna, know)
Would you promise not to tell?
(Don't you wanna, you really wanna, baby, don't you wanna, you really wanna)

And my homegirl Qiana
Bless her soul
Bought me some shoes
I took off them [?]
Cause my sacks was through
And moms kicked me out the house
Cause I wasn't paying rent
I got mad for a minute
Now I gots good sense
And me and pops used to go at it
Like every other day
But I apologize
For all the remarks I used to say
Cause ah
I gots my life where I want it
I met Stan Sheppard, Black Tone, DJ Quik
Now I'm jumping on it
And Black Tone used to buy me clothes
Pay for lawyers and court
So Black Tone's my folks
Unlike some other fools I know
We got a snitch walking round
But I ain't mad at cha
Just don't let me see you
I'ma clown
Cause you smiling in my face
And pat me all on my back
And hate my guts
But steady in the presence of a mack
And if it wasn't for Tony Lane, DJ Quik and Hi-C
Wouldn't none of y'all suckas give a damn about me
Fo sho

I wanna say wassup to Black Tone, Hi-C, D, Qia, Thad, Noay
Fly, my partner Bubbah
That's right
My sister Lee
And we out (Hey baby)
(Did you leave out something?)
Nope
(Alright)

Would you like to know my secrets?
Would you promise not to tell?

Would you like to know my secrets?
Would you promise not to tell?

Would you like to know my secrets?

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Artist : SUGA FREE
Album : Street Gospel

Hey momma, what's happening? (Dip da through the 9-7)
This one's for you baby girl
That's right (As we tip toe to the 9-8)
Lee, my baby, what's happening?

We gon dip da through the 9-7
As we tip toe to the 9-8
As we dip da through the 9-7
As we tip toe to the 9-8
As we dip da through the 9-7
As we tip toe to the 9-8
As we dip da through the 9-7
As we tip toe to the 9-8

Daddy you trippin

Come here momma
Momma don't cry
No we don't need my daddy no more
Old alcoholic insecure punk
What you hit my momma for?
Now I got so many personalities
It's a shame
And since pressure can bust a pipe
I'm relieving my brain
You ain't my daddy
You ain't my father
You're water, Walter
And my sister Laniesha
She really ain't your daughter
Now my momma got a real man
Me!
I remember how bad you treated that pretty lady
And what you thought was cupid
Turned out to be
A violent, itty-bitty, punk, drunk, punk
With a bow and arrow
Just like you, stupid!
And knowin everything I rap about is true
But the cold part about it is
I got half this shit from you
Now how in the hell
Did you figure you was gon cross
That pretty blue eyed-green eyed
Country voodoo creole female
Now you reaping what you sow
Cause I'm [?] you
And my heavenly father in heaven
Is watching you
Don't worry momma
We gon lay low
And stay low
As soon as I get out of jail
Momma let's carry on

You dip da through the 9-7
As we tip toe to the 9-8
Baby dip da through the 9-7
As we tip toe to the 9-8
And dip da through the 9-7
As we tip toe to the 9-8

And all the way from them A-B-C's
To them 1-2-3's
To the birds and the bees
Drinking 40's with OG's
Came a group of young fools
Who was close as close could get
We sported golf hats and [?]
Stayed down for the set
Ready to hoo-ride
Cause my life is a picnic
Just one big set-trip
Snitches and tricks to get with right
I went to sleep
To wake up to the same old thing
My lady, my baby
No job, just homies ready to gangbang
My momma tried her best to raise me right
But still I'm leaving with the homies
Hurtin her feelings
Bout to drive her crazy
She told me every time she hear the police
She was hoping it wasn't me in the street
Somewhere deceased
Now we struggle to live
But we living to die
I see my homies dying one by one
I wanna cry
But if heaven's where your living at
That's the same damn place
Suga Free is gon be chilling at
I sold my soul for the good
Cause I don't want nobody
Going to my momma house
Telling her I died in the hood
So let me slide to the side
On my tippie toes
And thank my G's
Feel the breeze
And walk my girl on the beach
And have a little lunch
And make a little love
And kiss her body
And appreciate the tingly bud
And to keep it real man
My freak Angelique
Just turned twenty
But when she was six man
Her daddy was her boyfriend

[Chorus]

That's right
Know it
I'm out here with it
I see it, know it, gonna tell it
Momma, I appreciate you baby girl
And to my homeboys that's resting in peace
I can't see ya homie
But we still share the same atmosphere
I love ya, I love ya man
Rest in peace dog
Rest

[Chorus]

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Artist : SUGA FREE
Album : The New Testament: The Truth

[Suga Free talking]
Yeah the man get G's for his beats man
Y'all ain't heard? Ha! [garbled speech] dude
Ain't nothing happened to me, man
I been right under you all the time, watchin you
Five long motherfuckin years!
And you know what I see?
I still, see the, same ol' bullshit
And what motherfuckin thanks do I get?
I think I done died bout 8 times and came back to life
From y'all punk motherfuckers
Yeah, take this with you, Suga Free the Pimp
Ain't no leavin nigga...

[Verse 1]
Now either you gon be a stand-up ho or a fall-down bitch
I seen the the mountaintop befo, nigga you can't tell me shit
Bitch you been talkin to God behind my back?
You let me get pretty low yesterday and I don't like that
You better back up off me
Bitch such a disaster with with that square shit
Red Cross wouldn't give her coffee. Mama mia!
Swear to God man, pimp game so deep
In Mexico they say a pimp showed up on a tortilla
I learnt her; she was talkin shit in the shower
when I was in there takin a piss, I flushed the toilet and burnt her
I said "Bitch when you do that?" she said "I think when-"
I said "You thought?" she said "Yeah"
I said "Bitch well just don't think then" (shit)
Now I must be the truth, yah, cuz I know I'm the way
Now I can see the light? (Do you see the light?)
Can you see the light? Sometime...

[Chorus]
Now, where my money, why you bullshittin?
I need my paper why you bullshittin?
I get down, when you lyin, when you bullshittin
I need my paper, you bullshittin

[Verse 2]
Ho I happen to like who the fuck I am, this ain't no mistake
I didn't come in this motherfucker
lookin for no goddamn change for you to make
Bitch I don't wanna do nothin 'less them muthafuckin joke
Not a Cadillac with 6 or 7 scenin hos sayin "Daddy's Cadillac"
And this past new cd foresight-seeing bitch
You with a macaroni ho, you better watch that shit
Don't start this, ho if I'm tellin you I'm the truth, the way, and the light
Then why in the fuck do you wanna [?] darkness
See she wants the phone
And I thought you had sense enough to realize
This shit yourself, but I see that you don't
Somebody help me, somebody, anybody, everybody, I get down
An anti-ho, with your fake words and your slow money
Imposter of a real ho took it from the dildo and think it's funny
So now, now you loud
Meet me in [?] what happened to that dude you had?
I kissed you out in the name of the Father
and the Son, and the Holy Ghost, bitch
Chapter 8, Verse 6: Bitch gave God ups to me and over you
And contrary to rumor....[struggling, slapping, wimpering]
Now get up and act like you wanna do somethin then bitch

[Chorus]
Now get my money why you bullshittin
Baby why you bullshittin?
I get down, motherfucker, why you bullshittin
Laneway don't be bullshittin

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Artist : SUGA FREE
Album : The New Testament: The Truth

[Verse 1]
Okay which way you wanna go nigga
Left, right, up, down, come on man
Just find it on yourself, man come on now
Pimp's probably a bit too much
Pimps went dead with this year's shit here
Man pimp pimp pimp pimp, you got chewed up
Lisa had a problem
She never realized that all the dick she was suckin
In the hood, she could have made herself mountains
But it's my fault cause she a ho and didn't listen to a pimp
So she writin you in the pen over and over again
See I believe in servin a nigga his papers when I knock his ho
Like a pimp did me on Beach Blvd, know
I got knocked, gon get knocked, de-knocked, re-knocked
But I'ma knick-knock my motherfuckin self, I'm Suga Free, ha
I, P-I, oh my, M-P, oh I, for life
Knock knock for winter (ha ha), me too
Like a R-2 twin magnetic pimp response
Plus yo ass sweatin me like a cheap suit

[Chorus]
Just when you thought the pimpin was in you
Ah ah, it's just on you (I can't warn you)
What's wrong? Kitty cat get her nosebleed?
It's red ribbon week? It's just on you (you can't win)
Fire engines, and [?]
It's just on you (you can't win)
And just when you thought that $500 was for another abortion
Gotcha, it's just on you (I can't warn you)

[Verse 2]
Now I, can't, believe, how, y'all, niggaz
Still, don't, know, how, a ho, go
They make more, pay more
A doctor or a nurse or a vet
They say a pimp walked on water, and he never got wet
See sometime it feel like the pimpin be dead
But that's a temporary condition too
A quota peep that he could be a ho
But he called back (cool)
And I can't believe how some of y'all niggaz
Let the glory pass you by
But steady wanna pick my brain about the game and ask why
And if it wasn't for tony
Y'all motherfuckers'd still be ridin around Pomona Gospel
Spittin like bitches to my homies

[Chorus]
A strong wind 40 days and 40 nights
Suckers, it's just on you (you can't win)
When she disrespect you in front of your homeboys
You are the weakest link, cause it's just on you (you can't win)
Man I mean she gon be either a stand-up ho
or a fall-down bitch, man it's just on you (you can't win)
Now you know you're with a square when Red Cross won't give her coffee

[Verse 3]
God said he wasn't gon put no more meat that I could stand
Ho it mean after you leave me I cop and blow
And be the chain of a man (Amen)
Here's a story about a pimp that they ain't took out yet
But died 8 or 9 times and ain't found him yet
I tell your man I just be sittin back lookin (lookin)
Listenin (listenin), learnin (learnin)
Pimpin (pimpin), and I don't see no difference
Peep, wolf disguised as sheep
That's how I stalk my prey
Every single day, I don't know no other way
Born again! Pimp different, hear different, feel different
Look different, Walk different, talk different
And the tricks you fuckin never try to keep up with him
That's what they do
Don't even think you fuckin her better than him
I mean the joint bout-it man will knock you straight on your back
Just like you got the Holy Ghost, feelin good, go like that
And to inquirin minds that wanna know
I got on Stains, fucked it up
Popped the pen, I left with my ho

[Chorus]
And outta all the pimpin goin on around you
It's just on you
I mean that a goddamn drop touched on you
See, it's just on you
Mean to tell me you mad at the pimpin cause
you don't see no difference? (it's just on you)
Just when you got a taste for steak in your mouth
She gave you bologna cause it's just on you
When she said all she did was kiss him
And you said okay that's when she knew it's just on you
Just when you thought that givin her all that dick
Was the shit nigga I couldn't warn you
Better get yo ass way from around here
I ain't playin (good morning)
Be good or be good at it
goddamnit, it's just on you
I'ma go in a worm but I'ma come out a butterfly motherfucker
It's just on you
Relax all your muscles (it's just on you)

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Artist : SUGA FREE
Album : The New Testament: The Truth

[Verse 1]
Don't get mad when you see me with my prostitute
I seen [?] tax his ho on you square ass dudes
I can't believe the power I possess that make you so mad
If it ain't the pimp music, it's the game I have
You know how stupid you look at me when you hatin, my friend
I'll prolly have to blast yo ass if I see you again
You on a bus stop pushin that bitch till it came
You say goodbye for 30 minutes cause you gots no game
Who you talkin to like that, don't question me ho
You the bitch in kindergarten
That got her mouth washed out with soap
Ho I'm a pimp I'm from Pomona I got game I got class
I got sucker-repellent on me homie I'll beat yo ass
I hear you pimpin now, huh? Well ain't that nice
Ain't never sent a prostitute nowhere a day in your life
And tell your homies I was at a music grindin
With my prostitutes standin right out front
Then tellin me you had two of them punk

[Chorus]
Don't, fight the pimpin'
Don't, fight the pimpin'
Don't, fight the pimpin'
Nigga don't, fight the pimpin

[Verse 2]
Her name was bitch, cause she fucked for free
But now when Suga met her not after fuckin with me
Oh no, cause either you gon be a run-down-the-hill-and-get-some bitch
Or walk-down-the-hill-and-get-em-all hustler, so come on
With ya bad self in high heels on, come on
Lips, hips, fingertips on the stroll, come on
Respect the game bitch, do as you're told
Cause I been pimpin prostitutes since 17 years old
Done seen LB, [?], Warren Y, AY, A-Cap, Norlean Clear
Patrick Camp, [?] graduated from state
And got my game from all the freaks gonna wreck my case
It's my prerogative, run my game bitch and it's gonna come back
pimp pimp pimp pimp pimp pimp P-I-M-P positive
Look for the holder knock (knock)
Give her the sugar lock (lock)
Get at the ho, strip the ho
Now I got ho on the cock (cock)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Now how fine do I gotta get?
To have a prostitute servin me the way she do
Now how fine do I gotta get?
If I wanna wait 5 years to give you the blues
Now how fine do I gotta get?
If I kick it with her would gettin bang nigga what's my name
Now how fine do I gotta get?
If I jack off with a sock in the sunshine homie
And you see that yellow spot
I'm a full-fledged pimp, I made two hos faint
But I'ma listen to yo ass say what I can and I can't
Fuck that! Man this Laneway, straight from the dirt
And I'll beat a bitch ass till she respects my work
Old tired ass nigga don't see she wanna be snatched
And wonder why them bitches leavin with no dap and no snacks
And rather sit here with no cigarettes and no beer
Complainin about how you can't pay yo bills
And the bitch right here

[Chorus]

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Artist : SUGA FREE
Album : The New Testament: The Truth
(feat. Hi-C)

[Suga Free]
Man, she lookin' for somebody that'll pay her rent
And grab her hair and hit her from the back and call her a bitch
Ol' nice ass nigga gets no respect
But I'll slap her in a minute and break her god damn neck
Things gon' never change huh? Sure the fuck not
I'ma pimp a prostitute because the game don't stop
I bet I'll see a brighter day though... what?
And if she disrespect the pimp she gettin' fucked up
She used to hoola-hoop, deal it with
Now she whip it on a trick so we can stack them chips
Tryin' to argue with a pimp just to see what I'll do
I'm into breakin' fingernails, what you heard was true
I'm tryin' to pimp 'til I just can't pimp no more
And it's nothin' to a pimp to go and get him some more
Cause niggaz dress funny, act funny, walk funny, talk funny
Never realizin' that she only want your money, dummy

[scratching]

[Hi-C]
(Hey hey!) The hustler meets the pimp
And I'ma put it in your mouth like steak and skrimp
Fly high in the sky like a Goodyear blimp
Wear rubbers so I don't go out like Shawn Kemp
Back in the day she double dutch
Now she clutch nuts and double bust
Lookin' for that good, in God we trust
While the homies get high off angel dust
What Coast you bang? The left or the right?
What type of colors you like? The dark or the bright?
It don't matter 'cause it's on tonight
I wish a motherfucker would try to start a fight
(So whooot!) The homies 'bout thirty deep
And lil' nigga, you won't hit water at the beach
And you can't see the forest for the trees
Cause you fuckin' with some real O.G.'s

[scratching]

[Suga Free]
It ain't about your coochie baby, uh-uh
You got the wrong idea don't you?, uh-hu
She got to tellin' me her life story, and it's all the same
And after slappin' that bitch she respects my game
She ran away when she was little 'cause she learned to hoe
And got smart 'cause she don't give it up for free no more
We take a real square bitch and get to turnin' her out
Cause she tired of y'all niggaz runnin' off at the mouth
She wanna go places, not the same shit
Y'all tricks speak a real funny language
Act funny when a bitch come around you huh?
But you can have her for a minute if you payin' her right
Don't get mad nigga - this ain't for you
You a trick and you expect the bitch to love you?
Man, I got some bones in my body that you wish you had
And when she talkin' that shit you never beat her ass

[scratching]

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Artist : SUGA FREE
Album : The New Testament: The Truth
(feat. Chingy)

[Suga Free:]
Let me tell you a story, Red Riding Hood
She smoked Primo's cause she thought it taste good
Oh y'all wanna see me rank this? Put ons your best game face
And at the same pace we'll see if it's the same taste at the same race
Uh, uh... now tell me who in the house know about the Quik?
(We do!) Yah, I mean really, really?!
Don't try to understand what we do, yah, my lord!
Wait, let me rest a minute...

[Chingy:]
Rest for a minute
They don't know about this here Free
I'm a tell 'em like this though

Uh, my hoes up here love the ozone
Black, white, caramel or redbone
It's a fact, I'm the mack like Pretty Ton'
Plus I keep goin', the homie hold on
Slick like Rick, DJ like Quik, Suga free like Free
You niggaz can't see me (whoa!)
The only hood you ever saw was on a sweatshirt
This will make your neck jerk 'til ya sweat dirt
I like fo'-fives but still I put in tec work
Got some technology shit that'll make your vest hurt
Puffin' the best pur-ple weed
Stalks fat, no seeds

[DJ Quik circus music playing]

[Suga Free:]
See the Lion didn't have no courage and the Scarecrow didn't have no brain
And you can't control your dick so that means you ain't got no game
Oh you a pimp now huh? But I'm a go on and let ya slide
Cause you don't know what it's like to live this life and really be fly
Yah, shocked your monkey, hey-hey! Really? My lord!...
I wanna talk but I'm goin' through hell
Got shocked to shit and sued for stankin' and on my way to jail
The almighty dollar, and even though you kickin' me when I'm down
I'm still about my might dollar
Doctors like nurses, and secretaries like lawyers
And housewives love they husband
But you playa haters don't know that hoes like pimps
I'm after ya... So excuse me Ms. Prostitute
And I, I beg your pardon Playa Hater
And sometimes, sometimes, playa haters never um seem to amaze me
I had to see 'em comin' around
I know mysery loves company but that's crazy
So take it from me, your friendly neighborhood playa partner Suga Free
Down... ee-own... ee-yow-ee-own, ee-yow-ee-own, down, down
Want a lovely sunny day, like a lemon yellow sun!...

[DJ Quik circus music playing]

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Artist : TEN YEARS AFTER
Album : Ten Years After

I want to know why do you always run around
I want to know why do you always run around
Every man I know is watching you pull me down

I want to know, do you really mean to hurt me
I want to know, do you really mean to hurt me

Well, I'm tryin' to understand the way you always treat me
I want to know if I can come home every night
I want to know if I can come home every night
Well, oh woman, oh woman, why can't you try to treat me right

I wanna know, I wanna know
Hey hey I want want, I wanna know, oo oh
All right, what do you say
Well woman, oh woman, why can't you try to treat me right

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Artist : TEN YEARS AFTER
Album : Ten Years After

I can't keep from crying sometimes
I can't keep from crying sometimes
Oh momma she's dead and gone
And I know I'm all alone
I can't keep from crying sometimes

Early in the morning
About the break of day
I fall down on my knees
I fall down and I pray
I think about my woman
My woman who's long gone
I can't keep from crying sometimes
I can't keep from crying sometimes

Oh momma she's dead and gone
And I know I'm all alone
I can't keep from crying sometimes
Later in the evening
I watch the sun go down
I think about my woman

But my woman Lord she ain't around
My heart is filled with sadness
And my eyes are filled with tears
I can't keep from crying sometimes
I can't keep from crying sometimes
Oh momma she's dead and gone
And I know I'm all alone
I can't keep from crying sometimes

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Artist : TEN YEARS AFTER
Album : Ten Years After
(originally by Howlin' Wolf)

It could be a spoonful of coffee
It could be a spoonful of tea
But one little spoon of your precious love
Is good enough for me
Men lie about that spoonful
Some cry about that spoonful
Some die about that spoonful
Everybody fight about a spoonful

That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful

It could be a spoonful of water
To save you from the desert sand
But one spoon of love from my forty five
Will save you from another man

Men lie about that spoonful
Some cry about that spoonful
Some die about that spoonful
Everybody fightin' about a spoonful

That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful

It could be a spoonful of sugar
It could be a spoonful of tea
But one little spoon of your precious love
Is good enough for me

Men lie about that spoonful
Some cry about that spoonful
Some die about that spoonful
Everybody fightin' about a spoonful

That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful

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