Artist : KUTLESS
Album : Believer

I can see thru the laughter
I know you've cried your share of tears
But you don’t have to do this by yourself
You tell me that you feel abandoned
Carrying the weight of all this pain inside
You trust in someone else
But you’re crying out for help

I’m a believer
That He’s strong enough to hold you now where you are
I’m a believer
In the One who’s always reaching out to your heart
He understands you
There’s not a greater love that you’ll find in this life
I’m a believer in Christ

You're trying to escape the landslide
Running from the choices that you’ve made
When will you surrender to His grace
He promises He’ll never leave you
Offering to free you from your past
Cause that’s the sacrifice He’s made
He can be your shelter and your strength

No matter what you’ve done
Or how far you’ve run
There is hope for you
For every broken heart
He’ll meet you where you are
He will rescue you
Let Him rescue you

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Artist : KWELLER, BEN
Album : Go Fly A Kite

Gotta scream at the top of yer lungs
Just to get out what you want ‘em to hear
Don’t ya know where I’m comin’ from?

Black Cat livin’ across the way
Got more in him then we could ever say
Don’t ya know where I’m comin’ from?

You don’t know what you mean
You don’t know what you mean
You don’t know what you mean, mean to me

Don’t regret bein’ the ragged kid
Don’t regret anything I ever did
‘Cause I always knew where I’s comin’ from

My deepest cut came from out in L.A.
Tried to take all my friends away
Don’t ya know where I’m coming from?

You don’t know what you mean
You don’t know what you mean
You don’t know what you mean, mean to me

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Artist : KWELLER, BEN
Album : Go Fly A Kite

“You’ll never believe this.”
It happened today baby, my final revelation
I was sittin’ there, he said, “y’all don’t care,
You’re the reason for this broken nation”
Broken dreams don’t die

Here I go out the door
I don’t need no more
Here I stand, I got your hand
There’s no need to know which way to go

It’s her versus him
It’s us against them
You sink or swim or you’re swallowed

You bleed ‘til yer bled
You feed ‘til yer fed
You lead or ye led to be followed
All you can do is try

Here I go out the door
I don’t need no more
Here I stand, I got your hand
There’s no need to know

Which way to go, honey
I don’t mind, I don’t mind
Which way to go, honey
I don’t mind, I don’t mind
I really don’t mind.

Here I go out the door
I don’t need no more
Here I stand, I got your hand
There’s no need to know
Which way to go out the door
I don’t need no more
Here I stand, I got your hand
There’s no need to know
There’s no need to know

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Artist : KWELLER, BEN
Album : Go Fly A Kite

We all saw your plans to win his desperate heart
Hands of slik pulled me and him far apart
The twin that tied each ‘n’ everyone has all been frayed, it’s all undone
In high-heels you run into a night that calls your name. Woah-oh-oh-oh

Jealous girl, jealous girl, what have you done?
I won’t live in a jealous would with anyone
Can’t ya letcha boyfriend be himself sweet jealous girl, oh jealous girl?
Only one yer hurtin’ baby is yourself, sweet jealous girl

I know now even more then before you gotta hold friends high
Some remember what they have when they wave bye-bye
I hope in time, much sooner then years
We can make that climb and dry those tears
And sit down face to face without the gaze of jealous eyes. Woah-oh-oh-oh

Jealous girl, jealous girl, what have you done?
I won’t live in a jealous would with anyone
Can’t ya letcha boyfriend be himself sweet jealous girl, oh jealous girl?
Only one yer hurtin’ baby is yourself, sweet jealous girl
J-j-j-jealous girl!

It’s been three years since ya took my friend he’s been gone for good
I’m just sad that I don’t even miss him like I thought I would
At least he’s got someone on his right
To walk him through the wheezy night
And when he starts to see the light just tell him
“It’s ok honey, it’s alright.” Awoah-oh-oh-oh

Jealous girl, jealous girl, what have you done?
I won’t live in a jealous would with anyone
Can’t ya letcha boyfriend be himself sweet jealous girl, oh jealous girl?
Only one yer hurtin’ baby is yourself, sweet jealous girl

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Artist : KWELLER, BEN
Album : Go Fly A Kite

Everybody wants the password
Everybody wants the green light
Everybody wants the eye drops
That make the colors of the future bright
But I don’t need any answers
To get me through another 24
‘Cause anytime I have the gold key
I get locked outside of another door

Be sure that you wanna be free
Be sure that you wanna be free

Got a glimpse of the fortune
Not as good as comin’ home
Wish the “Headman’s Handbook”
Was nothin’ that I ever, ever owned
But it’s too late for anger
And there’s no more time for Lady Luck
She’s lookin’ for a stranger
All she wants to do is...

Be sure that you wanna be free
Be sure that you wanna be free

Everybody wants the last word
‘Cause they cannot tell when it’s through
Desperately delivered to you...
We got too many people
Standin’ still like nothin’s wrong
We all came to throw away the hassle
But the lines was too long.

Be sure that you wanna be free
Be sure that you wanna be free

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Artist : KWELLER, BEN
Album : Go Fly A Kite

Everywhere you go you never know if you’re coming back
But I don’t care I’m everywhere no place to come back to
Up and down you walk the hallways
Silver face with hands is always “Tick-Tock” on your back, chasin’ you

Justify me
I’m down on my knees
Please, please, please let it go
Oh, it’s so hard

Everyone I’ve been is wonderin’ where I’ve been
And askin’ why I didn’t write when I was in jail
It’s hard to be yourself when everyone is someone else
And everything is somethin’ else and it’s bound to fail

Justify me
I’m down on my knees
Please, please, please let it go
Oh, it’s so hard

Starry skied countryside, magnetic feet on the city street
Oh, it’s so hard

Oh, it’s so hard
Ask yourself, “Who am I?”
Even angels cry sometimes to sanctify
Oh, it’s so hard

Justify me
I’m down on my knees
Please, please, please let it go
Please, please, please let it go
Please, please, please let it go
Oh, it’s so hard

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Artist : KWELLER, BEN
Album : Go Fly A Kite

Why do I sing these songs
All of these mixtures of pain?
About a girl with too many wrongs
Finding the words to complain
I often picture her voice
When she is nowhere to be heard
I try to make the pleasing choice
And I try to say the pleasing words

Still I can’t figure out why I act this way
The storm is all around, everyday
Oh, where’s the rainbow?
Oh, where’s the rainbow?

How is your best friend today?
All of the goals you never met?
What will your boss say
When it is time to quit, but never forget?

Still I can’t figure out why I act this way
The storm is all around, everyday
Oh, where’s the rainbow?
Oh, where’s the rainbow?

Still I can’t figure out why I act this way
Just tryin’ to live my life day by, day by day
Oh, where’s the rainbow?
Oh, where’s the rainbow?
Where’s the rainbow?
Where’s the rainbow?
Where’s the rainbow?
Where’s the rainbow?

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Artist : KWELLER, BEN
Album : Go Fly A Kite

I don’t care where I sleep tonight
I don’t care if I’ll be alright
A problem’s a wave
You gotta ride to the other side and wave bye-bye-bye

I jumped through the clouds, I rode with the hail
I sat in a field, I walked with the snail
I saw through the eye that made up the storm
It held me in hands that kept me warm-warm-warm

Time will save the day
Time will save the day
Time will save the day
Don’t go away, yeah, yeah, yeah!

I went through the fortress, I slept with the mistress
I read through the bible, it gave me revival
Down in the city, the prison of beauty
The kingdom of waitin’ for nothin’ to feel like me

I wish you were born just a little bit greener
But I could have sworn you were a believer
That head full of wisdom had nowhere to go
So it just melted away like snow-snow-snow

Time will save the day
Time will save the day
Time will save the day
Don’t go away, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Time will save the day...

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Artist : KWELLER, BEN
Album : Go Fly A Kite

I miss you, I think about you every day
I wonder who you’re laughin’ with right now
I wish you’d let me say what I need to say
Been tryin’ for weeks to track you down.

The rain pours on this painted concrete runway
As another show takes me to the sky
I wish I could fly this plane to you
Even just to say goodbye

It doesn’t matter anyway
You have changed
You have changed
[x2]

I miss you, I think about your summer smile
So shocked how easy it is for you to escape closure
Yeah, you just run away, wonder if that weight’ll catch up to you
You’re too old to act like such a child
With a head all business and a heart unfree
Me, I still miss you, you don’t even care and that’s what’s scarin’ me

It doesn’t matter anyway
You have changed
You have changed
[x2]

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Artist : KWELLER, BEN
Album : Go Fly A Kite

It’s a sad day ‘cause all my old friends have changed
I just want you to know that I’m still the same

You can count on me
You can count on me
When you’re locked up and need to be set free
You can count on me

It’s a broken clock, they’ve got no time for you
All you need is a friend to tell secrets to
I’m here for you

You can count on me
You can count on me
When you’re locked up and need to be set free
You can count on me

I’ve seen great people slip away right before my eyes
They’re not here today
You should know that I won’t disappear on you

No more barricades or walls of emotional stone
No more dead-end streets that you walk down alone

You can count on me
You can count on me
When you’re locked up and need to be set free
You can count on me
When you’re lost and you need new eyes to see
You can count on me
I’ll help you follow through on all of your dreams
You can count on me

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Artist : LEONA LEWIS
Album : Glassheart

Baby, staring at a piece of us
Shattered on the sidewalk
Tragic, broken like a china doll
Burning like a gun shot

My heart is beating
And so was yours
We threw each other
Down on the floor
My heart is breaking
It's made of glass
'Cause anything that's good never ever lasts.

So baby if you love me, let me know
'Cause everything hurts just like before
You're about to tear this love apart
And break another glass heart.

So baby if you love me just let me know
'Cause everytime we touch, touch it's turning cold
Promise that we'll never fall apart
And I love you with my glass heart. [x3]

Running round, staring at our empty room
Staring at the window
I hear music that we used to make
Boy play me that crescendo.

My heart is beating
And so was yours
We threw each other
Down on the floor

My heart is breaking
It's made of glass
'Cause anything that's good never ever lasts.

So baby if you love me, let me know
'Cause everything hurts just like before
You're about to tear this love apart
And break another glass heart

So baby if you love me just let me know
'Cause everytime we touch, touch it's turning cold
Promise that we'll never fall apart
And I love you with my glass heart. [x3]

And you promised not to let me fall apart
Fall apart
And I love you with my glass heart

So baby if you love me just let me know
'Cause everytime we touch, touch it's turning cold
Promise that we'll never fall apart
And I love you with my glass heart.

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Lil' Flip & Sucka Free present 7-1-3 & Undaground Legend
(feat. Big Shasta, Lil' Ron, Yung Redd)

Come on, uh...

[Lil' Ron]
I'm bout to cause a disaster, like a earthquake
Eighteen's, got little kids dropping milk shakes
I smoke and sip eights, poured in one soda
Treat my girls like dogs, nigga teach em to roll over
Give em the cold shoulder, if they don't listen
But they quickly convinced, when they see them rims twisting
Better pay attention, to that nigga Lil' Reezy
It takes six dimes in bikinis, just to please me
Better believe me, its real in the field
My chain like yellow lights, it make people ill
In the Porsche switching gears, like a Nascar racer
And the rocks on my bracelet, got it looking like a glacier
I'm a clutch player, like Robert Ory
These cats ain't balling, they telling stories
But ain't gotta worry, bout H.S.E.
If I ain't hating on you, then why you hating on me

[Chorus: Big Shasta]
We from the deep down South in the city
In the light, and I be seeing these girls be looking pretty
That's why, I got to stay on my grind
So we can be a hundred percent, all the time
Y'all don't know where we from (where we from)
Y'all don't know where we been (where we been)

[Yung Redd]
Its like one for the money, and two is for them hoes
Three is for the drank, Four pass me the smoke
You won't see me riding, in any ole Benz
Unless its jet black, on twenty inch rims
I got more Air Force, than the government
Every color pair, I'm so fly trust me I'm loving it
I never leave the hoe, with just a single rubber
And I crawl like Ringling Brothers, hoes love us
Under the in-fluence, catch me swerving
Playing in a number six, like Julius Irving
My watch and my chain, got me coughing and sneezing
Still a young heathen, as long as I'm breathing
I pay for a show, turn it out then I'm leaving
The way the man told us, its flossing season
This year we got it made, we shining y'all
Even though we got a due, we still grinding y'all

[Chorus: Big Shasta]

[Lil' Flip]
Who am I, name is Lil' Flip
And I roll with, two clips
Just in case, something happen
While y'all niggas yapping, I'ma be capping
Rolling with my strap and, pistol packing
Glock 9's, Tech 9's, even a Mack 10
I'm not acting, I pack clips so
Play your roll, and stick to the script
Before I flip, and empty the clip
I'm Gladys Night, cause I'm a pimp
We eating shrimp, and catching planes
You know I'm great, at catching dames
And what's your name, where you live
Will you give some brain, do you got kids
Cause if you do girl, its okay
So pass the syrup, fuck the courvassier

[Chorus: Big Shasta]

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Lil' Flip & Sucka Free present 7-1-3 & Undaground Legend
(feat. Yung Redd)

[Yung Redd]
Yeah, take a look into my backyard
Where there ain't no way out, and niggas wanna act hard
Watch your friends, some turn to fakers
That's why I smoke green acres
Get your paper, look around the world is violent
I, do my dirt and move in silence
Come on, you seen them capture, heard them sirens
Just come outside, boys are fighting
Yet the, grass is green, mosquitos biting
So I grabbed a pencil, and started writing
About the the shit we seen, the shit we did
And how we live, just growing up as a kid
Down in Houston Texas, its hot as hell
I know its hard to gain, easy to fail
Now days, anything might send you to jail
Take note, this is show and tell, in my backyard

[Chorus]
Ooh I never thought, that it would be this way
Living in the ghetto
Who would of thought that I could make a change
All I ever wanted, was to make it out this game
Living in the ghetto
I kept on trying until I found my way, my way

[Yung Redd]
From the porch to the street, from the street to the sto'
From the sto' to the corner, where a nigga sold dope
Put it together, this left niggas with no hope
But it seemed to twerk the block, work or stay broke
Oh no, back then money was slow
Wasn't cool to be bold, believe it I know
Wasn't no field of dreams, couldn't get no sleep
When cops popped the pistols, in the street
Now let's see, the ghetto's been shooting at me
Tell me to freeze, before I can stash my cheese
Some of us get caught, some make it out
Day in and day out, on a paper route

[Chorus]

[Yung Redd]
Waking up with the roosters, can't do what I use to
Like wasting time, fucking with losers
This is what goes on, way down here
Tell it like it is, we stay round here
All my niggas, get paid round here
Sometimes, people get sprayed round here
Hey, days and nights, nights and days
I use to dream of ways, to get paid
So now I'm, looking around to see what's shaking
Opportunity knocked, but my spot was vacant
Boys on the country, locked up for hustling
Game over, we just got time for nothing
You might see niggas yelling, always fussing
Around the way, this what happens everyday
So just put up your guards, times is hard
Live from the backyard, from the backyard

[Chorus]

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Lil' Flip & Sucka Free present 7-1-3 & Undaground Legend
(feat. Chamillionaire, T.C., Yung Redd)

[talking]
Ok (believe that) we broadcasting live
From Redd's showroom ya heard me (off top)
We still balling, we still doing this shit ya heard me
We still in it (believe that) it's that flame shit

[Yung Redd]
The wheels on my truck, go round and round
I'm sitting 24 inches, off of the ground
How that sound, mama said do what you'd like
Hold it rocking flights, red, white and blue stripes
But hold up, down South still on nonstop
Cause we been representing down here, for a while
With no solo album, I was still amazing
Stayed full of them trees, I was purple hazing
Look at me now, Redd ain't playing around
Two skinny, but my stacks keep weighing me down
They say balling is a habit no, I can't help it
Now I got more green, than a Boston Celtic
So I'm going all out, on a money route
Now I think these niggas, really know what I'm about
I don't know where you been, I don't know where you from
But around these parts, we get it how it come

[Chorus x2: Chamillionaire]
See I'm a flosser, balling like you see it
Recognize me as a balla, legend in the streets
Best believe I did it all but, that will never stop me
From feeling like a flosser, cause I'm a balla

[T.C.]
I'm still in the game, y'all catch my drift
I got that work cheap dog, peep my flip
When I hop out the truck, y'all catch my drift
The rolly's so icy, bitch get off my dick
We ride the finest cars, you know we stay stunting
Rims so big on the six, they sit funny
If it ain't broke don't fix it, blunt it and blist it
In a all blue something, with the plates unlisted
Like Nike, keeping you bitch niggas in check
Yeah whodi you know me, they boy is back
With two bricks, two chicks and two platinum Macks
I stay grinding, so you know I stay shining

[Chorus x2: Chamillionaire]

[Yung Redd]
See I'm like a value meal, my doe supersized
Copping a brand new Bentley, Coupe to ride
With mo' cake than a bakery, we got cream
Candy truck radio up, like Raheim
7-1-3 nigga, that's the name of my team
We still get full of that syrup, and gangsta lean
I still be ghetto fab, if I drove a yellow cab
Yung Redd enough said, my niggas got cash
Don't get it twisted up, my wrist lit up
You gotta show me something, for me to get up
Just call me a rough neck, but I cash enough checks
To put me in a Vet, and roll off with a set
The streets give me respect, for everything that I did
As a kid I always kept a strap, close to my ribs
But I don't know where you been, and I don't know where you from
But around these parts, we get it how it come

[Chorus x2: Chamillionaire]

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Lil' Flip & Sucka Free present 7-1-3 & Undaground Legend
(feat. Yung Redd)

[Hook]
Now it don't matter where you from, its where you at
Everybody come and bounce with me, come on and bounce with me
And if these hoes wanna roll let em know, it don't matter
They can bounce with me, come on and bounce with me
Tell them niggas get off the wall get a broad, all of y'all
Need to bounce with me, come on and bounce with me
Come on and throw your sets up, represent
Everybody need to bounce with me, come on and bounce with me

[Lil' Flip]
Look I came to get it crunk, so nigga throw your hood up

[Yung Redd]
Like when your car running hot, nigga throw your hood up

[Lil' Flip]
Cause we some trill ass niggas, with a whole lotta game

[Yung Redd]
Now that I got a little change, I ain't pimping the same

[Lil' Flip]
And y'all know, I ride with my heater

[Yung Redd]
We keep maxing hoes out, like Visa

[Lil' Flip]
We keep driving, them Bentley two seaters

[Yung Redd]
Yung Redd and Lil' Flip, off the meters

[Lil' Flip]
So bounce with a nigga, blow a ounce with a nigga

[Yung Redd]
And ball out spend something, come and floss with a nigga

[Lil' Flip]
Cause that's all we know how to do

[Yung Redd]
Yeah see we some hustlas, what about you

[Hook]

[Yung Redd]
I'm jumping out Air Force 1's, straps and loot
So believe it when you see it, dog we got proof
That's when I slide out the Coupe, raising the roof
I want you and you, girl do what you do
And when the syrup in my system, ain't no telling
Will I get em or diss em, that's what they be yelling
I'm a pimp by blood, Yung Redd young thug
Whatever you wanna call it, just show me some love
Girls bouncing and catching the wall, that ain't all
To-night's the night, I feel like catching em all
Y'all throw your elbows, till your arms fall off
Till the club start sweating, and people get hauled off
It don't matter where you from, its where you at (where you at)
And remember all girls throw it back, you caught that
See me and my partnas, want you and your friends
When its over no problem, we can do it again

[Hook]

[Lil' Flip]
Now I'm bouncing in the club, with my niggas you know that
But I can't get in the do', women pulling my throwback
And the bouncers steady hating, and telling me go back
But when he found out who I was, now he want a Kodak
Say cheese, cause me and my niggas we flipping ki's
You going gold over here, we going platinum overseas
So bounce when you see me, on the stage trying to rock it
Bounce, when you see me cock it back then I pop it
Now bounce when I hit switches, on my drop
Now bounce when I sell out of rocks, on my block
Then its back to the lab, cause I'm a work-a-holic
Every car I drive, gotta have hydrolics
So I can lean to the left, and lean to the right
And later on tonight, I gotta catch another flight
So take this napkin, and write your number down
And next time I come in town, we can drive the Hummer around

[Hook]

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Lil' Flip & Sucka Free present 7-1-3 & Undaground Legend
(feat. They Don't Know What The Game Is About)

[Talking: Lil' Ron]
Yea...
You betta learn what the game got to offer
Before you try to jump foot first in it
You gotta watch what you do around certain people
Gotta peep yo' surroundings
Watch for snake niggaz, snake bitches
Know what I'm sayin...

[Lil' Ron]
A lot of people got crooked ways
Cuz they was broke and they couldn't really make no pay
I knew a dude that worked at the super market
Makin minimum wage, livin poor and starvin
He stopped by my house and told me he was on his ass
Then he asked, could I afford to front a half
I wasn't worried about him tryna play a nigga
I knew where he stayed, So I go and spray the nigga
I ran in and out and laid down the rules
Made sure he understood everything was cool
After 3 hours he pulled in my drive way
With all my money dog, this musta been a great day
But somethin wasn't right, that was just too quick
I found out this bitch was tryna be slick
This lil trick had a mic taped to his chest
So instead I hit him in the head, not the chest

[Chorus x2: Yung Sears]
They don't know what the game about
Got caught up short
Because you tried to save a drought
The streets is hot
Live with yo' eyes and ears
Mouth closed, on ya toes and you wont get killed nigga

[Big Shasta]
Now see life is a big game, Y'all playin to win
Would you risk ya own life if it meant savin ya friend
Would you be a millionaire if you woulda been savin ya ends
Are you really that real nigga that you claimin you been
Would you still act the same to ya friends
even though you made some change
or have you changed now that you havin things
But I know what, I can promise you this
Man, life is too short and ain't promisin shit
Look, you never know what tomorrow will bring
Thats why I got this mo' wet to drown my sorrows away
Cuz when tomorrow's today and yesterday is last week
Somebody could blast me
For what reason, Don't ask me
Tryna be flashy, but game run out the respect
Show none, and get that chain snatched off ya neck
But hoe ass niggaz do hoe ass shit
and hoes don't get whatever, act like ya know that shit

[Chorus x2]

[Yung Sears]
It's a shame
But who's to blame
You gotta stack yo change
and try ya best to get paid, yea
And if you don't know what the streets'll do
Stay out of harms way cuz it could happen to you
and you and you or me and the rest of my crew
Just handle your business and do what you do
My mama told me that life is hard
Stay focused, thank God and you'll make it far
But through the pain and scars, I seen it all
But one minute you on top and then you stumble and fall

[Chorus x3]

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Lil' Flip & Sucka Free present 7-1-3 & Undaground Legend
(feat. Lil' Ron)

[talking]
Yeah fa sho (whoa), it's Lil' Rizzie Rizzie Ron
(you ain't know) I'ma let my hair blizzie blizzie blow
(blizzie blizzie blow) nigga, uh yeah uh, what

[Hook]
I let my drop top down, to let my hair blow
No time for playing around, I gotta have dough
I love green, boss paper and leaves
Addicted to making g's, my nigga that's just me

[Lil' Ron]
It's sunny outside, pull a drop out on Sunday
My car model chrome, while it's going down the one way
You push them Hundai's, but I'm in a old school classic
And when I cruise the city, dog I hold up the traffic
Now there you have it, I build my status
When you start choking that blunt, please pass it
Hundreds I'm flashing, so you can know that I'm not broke
You maybe got a little change, but I got a lot mo'
And I'm dressed in Gucci, plus I'm rocking ice
And what I paid for my chain, I could of bought your life
I keep my shit tight, best believe I'm on no
And that drank, got a nigga moving in slow mo'
I might approach your gal, and make her drop her panties
When I get through, I'm on the first flight to Miami
I know you can't stand me, but I don't give a damn
And I always remember, Lil' Ron is who the fuck I am

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Ron]
It's all gravy baby, in a gray Mercedes
Hollin' at your lady, trust me I do that daily
See I'm keeping it gangsta, and I'm quick to shank you
Plus the Franklin's in my pockets, got my shorts to my ankles
No thank you, cause Lil' Ron don't deal with marks
I'd rather chill up in my mansion, and get endo sparked
I press a button and start, the 6-4 Cheve
My tires mad at my rims, they say they too heavy
I'm bout my feddy, please recognize and realize
I'm 5'2, but my main bitch, 6'5
With green eyes, and some thick yellow thighs
And everywhere she go, you know she gotta stay fly
But me dog, I'm a fool with it
You get a check for two hundred, and you cool with it
See I need five digits, I'm addicted to g's
Love that green paper, and them sticky green leaves
Know what I mean

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
Now I might hit the park, rolling in a Benzo
Can't see me cause I'm in a solo
Lil' Ron blowing hydro endo smoke
Pockets sitting fatter than fat Albert, cause we gotta have it
Hey Hey Hey, Hey Hey nigga we bout it
Bout making money, bout flipping honeys
Bout making sure, or life grow something
See the girls in the club, make 'em twerk something
Still a thug with em, I'ma have to hurt something

[talking]
Ha ha (huh), that's how we do it
We laying all you fake bustas down
Feel me, feel me

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Lil' Flip & Sucka Free present 7-1-3 & Undaground Legend
(feat. Big Shasta)

Ooooh-oooh-oooh
Make yoooour cash
My mama used to tell me...

[Lil' Flip]
Let me state my name, and show my skills
I'm Lil' Flip, and I got that deal
But I keep it real, with my peeps
And I hold my heat, when I'm in the streets
But I can't stop and I won't stop, rapping till I'm dead
Cause every single day, I got ideas in my head
Like trippling my money, and doubling my fans
I did shows for hundreds, but now I'm getting grands
But I give thanks to the man, for giving me a talent
Cause I could still be hustling, trying to feed my family
And y'all think its a fantasy, to wanna drive a Benz
But if you get that car, how you gon supply them ends
And you gon want some rims, and you gon want a house
But when rent come around, nigga why your lights out
Now you sitting on the couch, all slouching and mad
Cause you acting like you balling, but you really doing bad
But trust me dog, I've been down the same road
But what I learned, is that you can't let money control
The way you act, the way you talk (the way you talk)
Your attitude, and the way you walk (the way you walk)
The way you feel, the way you think (the way you think)
Cause everything you got, could be gone by one week

[Chorus: Big Shasta]
My mama used to tell me
Ooooh-oooooh-ooooh
My daddy used to tell me
Make yooour cash
My granny used to tell me
Ooooh-oooooh-ooooh
My grandpa used to tell me
Make yooour cash

[Lil' Flip]
To whoever you are, and wherever you be
Whether you punching a clock, or selling them ki's
Just keep your head up, don't get fed up
Just do what you gotta do, to keep your bread up
And watch for your friends, who always wanna get you high
Cause that might be the one, friend let you die
Sometimes I cry, yeah nigga I cry
Because half of the people I loved, they already died
Like my cousin, I can't forget my best friend
And my mama's mama, so everyday I'm stressing
But I went and got a tat, for all the people I love
And money won't change me, I'm still a educated thug
Riding 20 inch dubs, even though I didn't want em
But Hump paid for it so fuck it, I'ma flaunt em
And I'm still in the hood, giving money to the kids
But I don't want publicity, for all the shit I did
But I did it from the heart, not to get famous
Cause I been having paper, and it'll never change us
And if I ain't in the hood, that mean I got a show
That's why I stay on my grind, cause I gotta have dough

[Chorus]

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Lil' Flip & Sucka Free present 7-1-3 & Undaground Legend

[talking]
Ha, I see they watching watching
You know, it's a fact niggas don't like to see you wit nothing
It's like crabs in a bucket, everybody wanna pull you down man
It's fucked up, but that's how the world is, you should be
Happy for the next man when he make it, but it's a fact
Nine out of ten, black people are jealous (jealous)

[Lil' Flip]
Take a look in my eyes, tell me what you see
You see a nigga, who dropped a c.d. (yeah)
Yeah, I got a deal now (deal now)
I still gotta keep it real now (real now)
Niggas like damn Flip, how it feel now (feel now)
To have platinum records, just like your grill now
It feel good cause I work, it feel good my nigga
That's why I got, my fucking logo on my shirt
I'm proud (I'm proud), I did what I did (I did that)
But law, they sign a type kid
I made it, these niggas can't fade it
They hate it, magazines wanna rate it
But MTV, play my shit everyday (everyday)
BET, play my shit everyday (everyday)
BET, play your shit every May (ha ha)
So who's the fucking nigga getting paid, me
Underground, I rule that (I rule that)
Rookies, nigga I school that
These hoes see Flip, they start to drool
Cause I'm a god damn fool
And if you don't know, now you know
Cause I'm a motherfucking pimp, you the hoe
I'm the leader you the follower, nigga you ain't shit
If that shit don't go gold or platinum, it ain't a hit
Thirty thousand, what the fuck are you saying, are you playing
Nigga I'm Lil' Flip, I'm a god damn man
I stand up for my rights, my weed is what I light
Every time I spit a freestyle, you know that bitch tight
I ain't have to write, cause I was born like this
Nigga, in the click I was sworn like this
Now I'm the leader, nigga I'm the general
I drink O's so I could water, from my minerals
Wake up roll a blunt, get on the phone
Nigga, I'm doing real estate buy you a home
Buy you some land, don't worry bout a motherfucking
Chain and the ice, on the van
20's on the truck, you can't stand that car
All you could do, is play in that car
If you get jacked, you might lay in that car
Nigga the police see him, nigga they in that car
But uh be smart nigga, be street smart
Don't go to jail and come out, a sweetheart
A faggot, if you straight stay straight
If you got love nigga, watch out for the hate
I did a million out the gate, what about you
Nigga, I represent for my nigga Screw
Rest in peace my nigga, cause he showed me love
We had drank, and he po'd me mud
We use to go to the club, he use to DJ
I would freestyle fast, like I'm at a relay
I'm on my beat tape, cause he made me
Yeah, I did a show and he paid me one
One G, it was cool, shit I was just
A young nigga, still going to school
Yeah I had them Jordans, everytime they came out
I was a balla, so I didn't really hang out
I use to skip class, to get some ass
Sometimes me and hoes, we went to Six Flags
Come to the gallery, and leave with big bags
Fuck philly blunts, I use to smoke zig-zags
Now I smoke golden raps
I went platinum, but I spit thoed in raps
You feel me, these niggas don't know who the king
Who the pro, turn off the lights and I glow
Get a hoe, take her straight to the Mo'
Cause if she ain't a dime, she can't come through my do'
You feel me, that's the truth my nigga
Check the billboard, that's the proof my nigga
It's going bling bling, that's the tooth my nigga
You play with me, and I'ma shoot my nigga
I'm in a Coupe, speeding, racing
Laws get behind me, I'm purple hazing
Blowing while it's snowing, you know I'm flowing
I'm sipping drank, I got my codeine open
Po' it up, the weed grow it up
You don't pay me my money, I ain't showing up
Come and thought I was a punk naw, I ain't a punk
I got a pump, that'll put you in the trunk
I fuck with Hump, I fuck with my nigga Redd
I use to fuck hoes, because they real silly
But now, I gotta stay back (stay back)
This is the payback, 23 inches on the made back
Cadillac, as a matter of fact (what)
I had to adapt to my neighborhood, ghetto habitat
And I'm not having that, you ain't gon fuck me
You talking shit, but you ain't gon touch me
You hating on me, but I made you
I'm just like some brand new jeans, you can't fade it
I'm the greatest, but I'm fucking with the mic
Got a bitch, got a fo' and a Sprite
And I might get higher, this bud got that fire
I need eight million, when a nigga retire

[talking]
(fire, fire) he's on fire (he's on fire)
(he's on fire) I'm on fire nigga
(I blaze the bitch) like Beanie Sigel say nigga
It's the truth (Sucka Free) you know (biatch)
This the motherfucking freestyles man
You know the hell I'm saying
This what I'm telling y'all niggas

If you ain't Sucka Free, don't fuck with me
Cause I know you got your eyes, on my luxury [x2]

And it's a fact (it's a fact)
All you hating ass nigga didn't want me to make it
I thought I told you, we don't fake it (biiatch)
We don't fake it, we don't fake it nigga

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Lil' Flip & Sucka Free present 7-1-3 & Undaground Legend

[Lil' Flip]
Heh, yeah this time around you gotta feel me
cause I got my mind right
and now I got my money right

[Chorus: Flip + Redd]
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Maaan Flip what you doin?), I'm grinding!
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
my watch ain't tickin it's winding!
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm standin on the cut [sirens] nigga fuck!
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
watchin out for feds in them undercover trucks

[Lil' Flip]
Like Tupac I got the Juice
write another book like Dr. Seuss
sittin sideways and my choppas blue
southside roll on choppas smooth
I'm doin this for Dj Screw (Screw)and I gotta make that cash
and I hate that slow money cause I gotta make it fast
man I gotta make it last cause I'm a hust-a-la
a syrup sippin, bird flippin, money dou-b-ler
so holla at me if you niggaz wanna re-up
I'm like the head coach I gotta keep my D up
my jewerly freezed up, mybad it's froze up
I'm pullin up in a Lam' with the do's up
so get ya cash right don't get a bad wife
make sure she ain't that chick I hit last night

[Chorus: Flip + Redd]
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Maaan Flip what you doin?), I'm grinding!
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
my watch ain't tickin it's winding!
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm standin on the cut [sirens] nigga fuck!
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
watchin out for feds in them undercover trucks

[Lil' Flip]
I'm spectacular bite ya neck like Dracula
flippin in my Acura you know I'm still a bachelor
we smokin on turantula with a fine ass hoe named Tamera
with a cousin named Angela who pose for my camera
I'm young but I got stamina and I'll wreck you're hoe
and just like Nike nigga I'll check you're hoe
so let's make this dough and get the hell out the game
cause after this shit I ain't slangin no more caine (whaaaat!)

[Chorus: Flip + Redd]
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Maaan Flip what you doin?), I'm grinding!
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
my watch ain't tickin it's winding!
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm standin on the cut [sirens] nigga fuck!
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
watchin out for feds in them undercover trucks

[Lil' Flip]
Yeah all I'm doin is just representin for the hustlers
you know my niggaz in Little Rock Knahimsayin they gettin they paper
my niggaz in Kansas they gettin they paper
Knahimsayin my niggaz in Chicago gettin they paper
my niggaz in Louieville gettin they mothafuckin money
niggaz in Detroit, my nigga E-Dub he gettin his money
I just got niggaz everywhere ya Knahimsayin
if you hustler you gotta feel me, if you a pimp you gotta feel me
ya Knahimsayin if you a hater you gotta kill me
yeah we out this bitch!

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Lil' Flip & Sucka Free present 7-1-3 & Undaground Legend

[Intro]
Junior talk that ole hustling talk
I was gon tell his daddy, but I found
Out his daddy was a damn hustla

Lil' Flip, representing 7-1-3 nigga yeah...

[Lil' Flip]
You know I'm back on the scene, with a pocket full of green
It's Lil' Flip, I'm the Freestyle King
So extra extra, read all about it
Guess who went platinum when, everybody doubt it
Me, and ain't shit for free
I'm on your track, cause I'm a hard emcee
Don't hate on me, cause you a scrub
Summertime, I'm riding Dubz
Feeling good, representing where I stay
I got a H, and I got a AK
So don't play, cause I got gats
Summertime I'm on Dubz, nigga how you love that
I got the plack for the King, I got the
Platinum plack nigga, size me up for the ring
Cause I'm a champion, you a loser
You fuck around with me, and I'll bruise you
Real break your neck, nigga now you eating
Out a straw, playing with a man you a boy
My paper grown, how you fold that
How the fuck you hating, and you ain't gold yet
How you hating, when you ain't even went platinum
Nigga what the fuck is going on, why you capping
You acting like you a star, but ain't nobody buying your shit
You dummy, you the dumbest in the click
Cause, you wanna act like you hard and shit
But real niggas like me know, that you fraud and shit
Cause you a faker, you ain't no motherfucking gangsta
Like 50 Cent say, you just a wanksta
How you claim to be a hustla, when you flat broke
My nigga I'm stepping out, in a mink coat
I got blue, black, red (red)
I got a lot of girls, some of em give me head
Some of em give me bread, when my money get low
I use to fuck, one three days in a row
But she wouldn't let me drive her car
So I found me a bitch, with a Jaguar
Now I got, two herbs in mind
So don't try and jack, cause I'll burst a nine
That's one shot, two shot, three shot, fo'
And if you don't die, I'ma shoot five mo'
Yeah nigga, I'm on my grind
I'm just like Nas, I'm a mastermind
You got a plan, before you try to do something
Get a rubber, before you try to screw something

[talking]
Yeah ha-ha, it's your boy Lil' Flip man
I represent the 7-1-3, nigga
Shouts out to all my niggas in H-Town
Big H.A.W.K., Chris Ward, (Pokey), Z-Ro
3-2, (Big Moe), all my niggas in H-Town
(Lil Troy), Wise Guys, (T-2), can't forget
Who else I'm leaving out in this motherfucker
Shouts out to the motherfucking Walston, you know
All the Houston niggas getting they money
C-Note, Willean, that's how we doing it
Who else we forget, can't forget
J-Mack and Mad Hatter, 97.9-97.1 House Party
All that shit, we repping this motherfucking 7-1-3
Nigga, holla back, ha-ha, iight
Oh can't forget my nigga Swamp, my bad dog
We can't forget Ron Wilson
He got the Lamborghini, you see it

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Lil' Flip & Sucka Free present 7-1-3 & Undaground Legend

[talking]
Yeah yeah, yeah, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
We bump that Screw down here, we back
It's part 2, Lil' Flip and David Banner, you know
This time around, you gotta feel us (got to feel us)
The album went platinum, fa sheezy nigga
Yeah yeah, uh-oh so just smoke something
Look, look

[Lil' Flip]
I still like to bang my Screw nigga, I keep it true nigga
You transparent, I can see through you
You a fake ass nigga, wanna hate on the South
Bitch nigga, get my nuts out your mizzouth
The Sizzouth, is where the niggas bizzall
Twenty inch Lorenzos, that's how we crizzawl
Go to the mizzall, and buy us some clizzothes
Go to the club, and try to fuck us some hizzoes
You know how it gizzo, I gotta keep it rizzeal
Platinum is my record sales, platinum in my grizzill
Bling bling bling, that's what a nigga like to do
But everywhere I go, I gotta represent for Screw
What about you, do you keep it real-a
Do you go half, with your nigga on some killa
Do you bang Screw, Fat Pat, Mike D
You know how we do it, we the S.U.C.
Screwed Up Soldiers, I represent the Clover
Last year I dropped my first album, in October
This year I dropped on, August 27
Nigga I smoke weed, like Snoop and Devin

[Hook x2]
What y'all wanna do, what y'all gotta say
You bump that Screw down here, okay
How you niggas acting, how you niggas roll
My album went platinum, my shit ain't gold

Ha-ha...

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Lil' Flip & Sucka Free present 7-1-3 & Undaground Legend

[Lil' Flip]
WOOOO, WOOOO! yeah, yeah
this that slow shit this for the females(for the ladies)
to let ya'll know what I been goin through
you know I'm still single
I'm just tryna find a chick who ain't no gold digger
(*coughs*) my bad platinum digger you feel me(hah)
it ain't trickin if you got it
but I got it and you ain't gonna get it
(based on a true story peep this)

[Lil' Flip]
I been through a whole lot of shit, a whole lot of pain
I've seen niggaz like go down the drain
just because they had a baby mama
but what they didn't know they wasn't prepared for the drama
and they fuckin other niggaz playin games
won't let you see ya child start doin that shit that's lame
that ain't right no mo'
she do that shit because she say ya'll can't fight no mo'
but damn ya'll got a fuckin child together
think about ya past ya'll got wild together
when ya kid grow up he gon' be like mama where daddy ?
and you gon' be like daddy came with the drama
but the daddy wanna see his son but you playin them games
I see the shit all the time they be playin them games
they think we lame because we take care
fix they hair, nails, and give them healthcare
ain't no more welfare they hit the jackpot
you feel me it's like the lottery they hit the jackpot
they get a kid, they get paid, they get a check every month
and you like damn she gotta bet every month
yeah you sending that money but it ain't goin on ya kids
go see how big her house is look what you did!
you could've been together, you could've kept it real
but you tryed to fuck another hoe and somebody squealed
you wanted to be a mack daddy, a pimp couldn't be faithful
this shit almost killed you it made her feel hateful
and that's when a real nigga like me come in the picture
cause I ain't tryna use ya gal I ain't no gold digger

[Lil' Flip]
I ain't tryna use her, ya know what I mean
do somethin for me, I do somethin for you its all gravy
I'm tryna find me a good chick, a down ass bitch
ya know, ya know, ya know if you unhappy I'll be ya new papi
alright you can stop it, let 'em here that shit

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Lil' Flip & Sucka Free present 7-1-3 & Undaground Legend

[talking]
This song right here, this what Steve Harvey say
He like off the album I Shoulda Listened
Shouts out to my nigga Steve Harvey (yeah)
My nigga Cool Cat, you know this just the underground shit
Freestyles man (freestyles), off my own beats
Check me out look

[Lil' Flip]
I shoulda listened, when you said don't do
A lot of shit, that people just don't do (my bad)
Move that dope (what), sell that crack (what)
Just to get money, and drive a Cadillac
I shoulda listened, when you told me
That, bullshit is what they sold me
Cause, they say black people ignorant
But I don't think that, I didn't listen
I'm in a bigger position, I paid my dues
I keep God first, cause that's the rules
I'm a changed man, the same man
I'm Lil' Flip, I stick to the game plan
Execute every move, watch out for every hater
Fuck getting blown, nigga I'm about my paper
After my paper blown, then I'ma get blown
But if I ain't got no paper, ain't no reason to blow
I do the show, and I make my stacks
A lot of niggaz, don't know these tracks
Go everywhere, even overseas
That's why, I got some Range Rover keys
Cause I keep, going platinum in the streets
And I keep going platinum on these, beats
And some rappers, ain't even on they feet
But they doing thirty shows, all week
And I'm at my peak, I'ma be the best
Represent for the South, like Pac did the West
I'ma rep, for my niggaz who in jail
I'ma rep, for niggaz who making crack sales
I'ma rep, for my niggaz in the motherfucking Penn
Trying to get out, just got ten
I'ma rep, for the niggaz with no do'
I'ma rep, for the pimps who be really pimping hoes
Pimpin Ken, can't forget the Don Juan
I'm Lil' Flip, what's up to my nigga Ron
Lil' Ron nigga, that's my dog nigga
You got some beef, all you gotta do is call nigga
You know we coming, me and Hump we gunning
Watching out for these hoes, that I fucked when I was in Hundred
Middle School, I was just a little fool
I did a lot of shit, I got shot and was in critical
Condition, but I was still on a mission
It's like tracks, it's just like I'm fishing
I write a hook, and I hope somebody bank
I might go platinum, if it's music that they like
I'm so tight, cause I'm better now
I'm getting cheddar now, I'ma do a double header now
I'ma sell a lot of records, I'ma tell the people
I'm Lil' Flip, and I'm so so special

[talking]
Yeah (yeah), ha-ha I shoulda listened man
I shoulda listened, and that's what I'm saying man
Reality, this a reality check for y'all
Yeah, I shoulda listened, yeah I shoulda listened
Uh I shoulda listened, yeah kids, I shoulda listened
Keep God first

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Lil' Flip & Sucka Free present 7-1-3 & Undaground Legend
(feat. Yung Redd)

[talking]
Yeah, Lil' Flip, I'm one deep this time
We ain't scared man, how many times I gotta
Tell you niggas we ain't scared, yeah
We keeping it gangsta (gangsta) believe that
(believe that) popping collars (popping) you know
(you know) yeah (yeah)...

[Lil' Flip]
Look I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no hoe
I come to my show, and knock you out on the front row
You on the flo', cops coming
Lil' Flip is standing here, I'm not running
I'm a man nigga, I need ten grand nigga
If you want my verse, put it in my hand nigga
Got a Benz that's blue, got a tan Range Rover
And I like my c.d., to change over
I push Benzes, on 20 inch Lorenzes
Never get out my money, and I never will spend it
I save some, put a little away
Yeah it's a sunny day, but what about the rainy days
Cause when it's a rainy day, I gotta have that re-up
Money my nigga, cause I need my money
It ain't funny, it ain't a joke, it ain't no game
If you play with my change, I put some change on your brain
You feel me mayn, you feel my pain, I need mine
Before I sign a contract, I gotta read mine
I'm just a young nigga, can't be a dumb nigga
I'm so thoed I got game nigga, I can fuck a nun nigga
I'm Lil' Flip, and the game is perfected
I'm the referee, your ass just got ejected
I'm the President, you know my residence
I graduated '99, so I'm intelligent
I got a Navigator, I got a calculator
I know these niggas know, I got that crib with elevators
Spiral chairs, and big ole maze
I got a big Excursion, on big ole Blaze
We chop chop hoes bop bop, back in the days
Niggas use to break dance, and pop lock
Now we play hop scotch, but if you play with my money
My nigga, I come and spray or pop blocks
Break niggas take niggas, look for the fake niggas
Step on it so fast, he a cake nigga
A weak nigga, a freak nigga
I got them books, you can call me a geek nigga
Cause I'm a hustla, balla, gangsta, dope dealer
20 inch Sprewells, riding on my 4 wheeler
Just went to Mobilia, just to get mo' scrilla
I got my money, I don't depend on no nigga
Cause if I don't work, then I don't eat
Yeah I graduate, sometimes a nigga had to cheat
I cheated on my hoes, cheated on my tests
But I'm the pimp nigga, I must confess
So pay attention, when I spit my rhymes
Cause Lil' Flip, I'm always shining
Always grinding, time I was telling
Nigga my pockets swelling

[Yung Redd]
They wanna see something new, well nigga stay tuned
I cruise through, in a all blue H2
Them rims big, so I'm sitting on them shag shoes
The white kids, say the black dude is that cool
I'm such a fool, I should open up a school
And teach some of these dudes, how to ride 22's
Try to figure me out, but you don't have a clue
Just follow my lead, y'all do as I do
Yeah I'm still in your hood, like run down houses
From the burbs to the projects, we got em bouncing
Pass the swisha, I'm with my nigga Flippa
My truck sit higher than heels, on a stripper
You got a heater, better keep it with you
It's fucked up, blind niggas can't peep the picture
Plus the fo' fever, guaranteed to leave you
Flat on the pavement, taking your last breather

[talking]
Yeah, I had to do that for my niggas
Know I'm saying, everybody
Off the dome, off the brain
I'm all known like a pen to the pad nigga, yea

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Lil' Flip & Sucka Free present 7-1-3 & Undaground Legend
(feat. Lil' Ron)

Now I'm rolling, look at my rims
No more cloudy diamonds, look at my gems
Now I'm smoking on the best shit
Yeah I'm Lil' Flip, I'm in the S.U.C. click
Screwed Up Click, for y'all that don't know
You hear about it, for y'all that don't go
To my concerts, one girl got one shirt
I put my autograph, right on her skirt
And she told everybody at her job
Lil' Flip, music really goes hard
Now my fans, just liking what I'm doing
Cause I'm entrepreneuring, nigga wanna boo em
But they can't, cause they know I'm a legend
They got monitors on they leg, in the house by seven
It seems like niggaz get dumber and dumber
How you trade in a Benz, just to get you a Hummer
You went to jail, now you on probation
For real, should of went and got a education
But your dumb ass, couldn't be patient
You wanted to smoke weed, now time you're facing
Three years, behind three blunts
Three freaks, damn nigga three sweets
And that wasn't even endo
You went to jail, for some regular weed
And you saying, that you better than me
You smarter than me, how the fuck you harder than me
Come on my nigga, how you recording in three
Different studios get your own shit, get your own click
Nigga why you fucking with that nigga wife, get your own bitch

[talking]
Biatch (biatch) ha-ha, haters still mad
What can I say, iight, cool

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Presents Clover G's
(feat. C-Bo, Will Lean)

[Flip talking]
Counting money, I don't do much
I don't do much, we makin' paper this year
way more paper come on

[Lil' Flip]
You know me and Will Clover G's
so please don't fuck wid me
Cause I could get you fucked up for free
Y'all niggaz gotta pay a fee
Y'all niggaz gotta pay a G I'm jammin
Jay-Z in a J-A-G smokin, B-U-D wid cold A-C
We blowin, B-I-G all day long
We ride on chrome, that's how we get it on
We smokin' blunts we don't smoke them dutches
We break weed down like broken crutches
Just pass the grass and keep on puffin'
Just mash your gas and keep on hustlin'
I'm always thinkin' that reality flow
I should make my lifestyle a reality show

[C-Bo]
It's C-Bo Lil' Flip and that nigga Will Lean
In a platinum super six hundred big wheelin'
Yeh, this be the hit that I get rich on
If you don't know about my records you can just piss on
Cause I don't wait for nobody to do nothin' for me
I damn for sure don't expect nobody to do nothin' for free
Cause I'm a young, hustlin' nigga, trigger happy busta nigga
Knock the ball out the park like Dave Justice nigga
West Coast Clover G's, what's happenin' nigga
Talkin' bout the nigga's figures as big as flippers
Come on, you don't know what you gettin' into
We sits three wheels on somethin' that you livin' in dude
The truck got bigger t-v's than ya livin' room do
You wouldn't take shit if a nigga give it to you

[Will Lean]
I don't do much but keep my ice, blocked and crushed up
Twenty two inch rims and a Benz to clutch
I don't do much, these hoes say I think I'm to much
Because the Escalade trucks smell like nubuck
I don't do much, but try to overload my safe
It started out slim but now it's overweight
I don't do much, but get my momma a new 'lac
The Range Rover is white but she wanted a blue 'lac
I don't do much, now she sittin' on twenty inch anchors
Walk a quarter mile to get the newspaper
I don't do much, but keep my family fed nigga
I breakin' bread nigga, breakin' heads nigga
I don't do much, but keep representin' my block
Botany big shots representin' off top
And I'ma stay screwed up, homie it's in my blood
Lil' Flip grab the 'tuss, C-Bo blast them slugs

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Presents Clover G's
(feat. Play, Will Lean)

[Hook]
Lil' Flip always smokin' that la la la
Will Lean always smokin' that la la la
Play-hef always smokin' that la la la
It's Clover G's and you know my lullaby, come on
Excuse me bitch, you know I'm rich
So don't snitch about how I hustle
Cause I got muscle, skip all that shit
Just gimme a brick bitch

[Will Lean]
I'm a gangsta, it ain't love at first sight
You's a freak so we fucked the first night
I'm in the back seat puffin' that la la la
Me and my niggaz gettin' high high high
You better ask around, that I smokes a pound
Four four desert eagle what I tote around
Nigga, in that Coup de Ville
Hit ya wit the steel nigga let loose ya grill
You choose to squeal, it's the truth I kill
With that infra red beam let loose ya grill nigga
Uh, and I take ya head off when I grab my shit
And start lettin' this lead off

[Hook]

Yeh, you know how we do it man
If you in ya motherfuckin' car
Cut this shit up nigga (cut it up)

[Lil' Flip]
Yeh, we got the dro fire it up
You want me to do it show you gotta wire it up
Go to Western Union and call me back
Gimme the tracking number nigga and I can do that
I need the dro nigga top of the line
You got clothes in yo closet but they not like mine
You got hoes in yo camp but they can't flow like us
You got weed in yo yard but it don't grow like us
Inhale exhale, Sprints and Nextels
Gotta write letters to my niggaz that's in jail (keep ya head up)
Locked up they baby momma knocked up
If niggaz play wid my money my guns get cocked up
I franchise like a Houston Rocket
Every eight months is when I usually drop it
Every eight blunts is when I usually stop it
Every eight glocks is when I usually pop it

[Hook]

[Play]
Ain't wid that huggin' and kissin' and lovin', bitch
I'm wid that smokin' and drinkin'
Cause I gotta keep it thuggin
And I'm bumpin' and grindin'
Got to put the snake to bite
R kel's I'm up all night put up a good fight
If you gon' jack somethin' make sure ya jack good
Cause if not, then I pop and I go get my guns
I rap for Clover G's and I rap for P-T-P
I rap for all them gangstas out there gettin' they cheese
I Double XL or Source to make bread
I need pots a few bricks to go slice my bread
Me Flip and Will will flip and lean on you
Take ya truck that's not ya rap and fuck a rap
After Lil' Flip album ya ass is crap
You know me Play-hef and the tracks we lacin'
Smokin' on that bubble that sticky Canadian bacon
Fuck a lil hand stamp that shit

[Hook]

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Presents Clover G's
(feat. Will Lean)

[Lil' Flip]
Lord have mercy Jesus Christ
I know I'm doin' wrong but I'm tryna do right
I hustle day to day and night to night
Cause I'm tryna get paid awright
Y'all don't know about my rap wars
Alotta rappers use my name
Just so they can have the stores off the chain
But ain't nobody feelin' that shit
You on ya fifth tape nigga where's ya hit
No skits on my shit I got shit that's heated
Everytime I do shit you know shit be complete
It ain't no half steppin' my name ain't Daddy Kane
But I'ma hop out the Jag wid a big daddy chain
Iced out yellow rocks in the middle
Colourful rainbows is lookin' like skittles
I scratch and I scribble in my notepad when I'm feelin' mad
Cause now I'm doin' good I used to be doin' bad
I used to have go half on my lunch money
Now I got a money machine that help me count my money
I'm ballin' for real, platinum all in my grill
We turned 'em down but they still callin' for real

[Will Lean]
Yeh, say, I don't need your money
On the block niggas still got weed and money
Stash pot, sold bricks ducked in a car
In the kitchen I'm still touchin' it raw
On the highway I'm still buckin' the law
Fuck that I'll never be duckin' the law
I'm takin' shots ain't goin' back to jail
I'm a pimp, I can't be trapped in a cell
I'm eatin' shrimp, but I'm still makin' this mil
From H-Town, straight to A-T-L
We gettin' this money, we spittin' this money
And if you run up wrong then we splittin' these dummies
I'm takin' shots, a nigga goin' all out
And if I hit ya house I'm takin' a fuckin' wall out
You better back back, you better back up
Before I make this fuckin' mack act up
And take ya dome out, nigga
I'm comin' wid the chrome boss, trigga
I'm from the town where niggas make ya lay it down
Come up, and rob ya for ya ki's and pounds

Last real niggas alive
Clover G's, you ain't fuckin wid me

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Presents Clover G's
(feat. Will Lean)

Uh-uh, yeh yeh, mic check
We watchin' y'all watch us
Pay attention man
Gon' take a while for y'all to catch up
Knaw wha I mean?, know how we do it man
well do it

[Lil' Flip]
Things ain't quite like it used to be
A lot of y'all rappers confusin' me
One day you wanna do a track wid me
The next day y'all thinkin' about jackin' me
I pack my heat my nigga I don't play that shit
If you see me wid a nine I'ma spray that shit
If you reachin' for my chain
I'm reachin' for ya brain
Your Cadillac about to have another red stain
Niggaz know I got a gat wid fifty
I mean I got a fuckin' track wid fifty
Niggaz play, but we don't play
When we, get ass nigga we don't pay
I pray every night, pack K's every night
If the cocaine is tan how the fuck can it be white
We got it whippin' and shippin' we gettin' bread
My nigga we gettin' head like pistols we packin' lead
We'll bust a nigga never ever trust a nigga
You talkin' all sweet I'ma cuss a nigga
I call ya a bitch, I slap ya momma
Nigga I'm vested up, so I'm prepared for the drama
Put yo bitch ass in trauma you layin' up
Hospital bill goin' up and you payin' up
I told ya not to watch Scarface too many times
How you talk shit and wasn't packin' too many nines
Yup, you just watchin' from the sidelines
Pay attention to the books and the guidelines
It's my time, it ain't yo time
I need bread before mic check and show time nigga
These promoters wanna act like they broke
When you fuck wid my money I put my hand on your throat
I slap ya, choke ya, provoke ya, steal ya, kill ya
Bitch nigga I just don't feel ya

[Will Lean]
Yeh, nigga you know what I'm packin'
I seein' ya team homie I know what ya lackin'
I got dollars nigga fuck the cents
I paid cash off the lot now I got trucks to rent nigga
And I'm buckin' ya down, while ya weavin' and bobbin'
and duckin' these rounds
We stay on the road, y'all stuck in the town
Will Lean the chemist nigga I ain't fuckin' around
Uh nigga, and I got the Big Shasta
Double wrong nigga we gotta blast ya woah
Cause I'm keepin' it real
In a six hundred wid jimmy, keepin' the steel
Uh nigga, it's the chemist I'm full fledge
Botany big shot nigga takin' off heads
Leavin' ya for dead when I bust the lead
Hit ya in the front takin' off ya dreads woah, nigga
I'm buckin' these shells a nigga like me ain't gon' be
Stuck in the cell bitch

[Hook]
Everywhere that I go
I got people I know
Niggaz I used to fuck wid
We don't kick it no more
When they heard I got dough
Niggaz started to flock
Niggaz actin' like bitches
So I'm packin' my glock
(The watcher)

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Presents Clover G's
(feat. Will Lean)

Clover G's, bitch nigga
We make them girls get down on the floor
We make them girls get down on the floor
Like a pimp, yeh, yeh

[Lil' Flip]
As I walk in the do' I'm watchin' hoes on the flo'
Niggaz dressed in fake throwbacks trickin' all they dough
Me, I'm a pimp I ain't payin' for no ass
I rather be, in the Clover tryna count cash
I got alotta hoes, and they carry all my weed
You give that hoe yo money and she bring it straight to me
Got a bigger pimp cup, got a bigger Escalade
You know how we do that shit it gotta be a better way
Run the rap game used to run a crap game
Niggaz can't even go low ain't that a damn shame
I blew up in a couple of years
Got drunk wid a couple of beers
Sold crack wid a couple of peers
I'm the king of the year

[Will Lean]
I make them sluts lick down on my pole
You can take a hoe of the streets but not a hoe, out a hoe
Will Lean yeh I know, and I'm all about my dough
I'm on the block everyday and I'm pushin' that snow
On the road nigga pimpin' these bitches
Niggaz hittin' switches leavin' jackers up in ditches
I'm givin' niggaz stitches if they fuckin' wid my dough
It's the Chemist (and Lil' Flip and we don't love them hoes)
Cause nigga I'm a pimp so hoe bring me my green
Fore I slap yo ass bitch wid my iced out pinky ring

[Hook]
We make them drops squat low on the flo'
We make them drops squat low on the flo'
Like a pimp, like a pimp
We make them girls get down on the flo'
Here we go

[Lil' Flip]
Now don't you hate them old, lyin' ass niggaz
Actin' like they all gangsta
You ain't rollin' wid no triggas
That's why you ain't got no figgas
That's why you ain't got no deal
You playin' with the wrong nigga
but you ain't got no skill

[Will Lean]
Yeh for real grab the K's and kill
I got that four, fifth steel and I sprays at will
You lil bitch bust ya head, like I'm poppin' a pill
Take you out, with the chopper on top of the hill

[Lil' Flip]
We make 'em, swallow the nut so, follow the Benz
You can, call all your friends tell 'em to, swallow my friends
We can, do this again when I, come to your town
But when you see me at a show bitch don't hunt me down
When I come around I want that dro I want yo hoes
I do that show, this year, I ain't doin' no more promos

[Outro]
Haha, yeh Lil' Flipper nigga
You know Clover G's nigga
Will Lean the Chemist, Will like a pimp
I got a bigger pimp cup now
David Banner go get that nigga album nigga
you know how we do it nigga, yeh yeh yeh
Play and Skillz, check out them niggaz
Oh yeh my album comin' too you gotta feel me

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Presents Clover G's
(feat. C-Note, Will Lean)

[Hook]
Hey ho (hey ho), let's go (let's go)
I know, cause we can get it on tonite
You fine (you fine), I pimp (I pimp)
And I walk with a limp
Man you know the dro got me feelin' tight
I'm rich (I'm rich), you po' (you po')
Now you know, it's time to hit the block and grind
I pimp (I pimp), I ball (I ball)
And twenty's how I crawl
Can't stop a nigga in his prime

[Lil' Flip]
Now I was in Washington at the playas ball
Every pimp was there yeh in gator's and all
I had to fade 'em all I had to pop my collar
Valet my car yeh I'm in the drop Impala
You got to swallow if you givin' me brain
I'm goin' for the chart don't be givin' me pain
You can get in the car don't touch shit in the car
Do this, get on that plane put this brick in ya bra
Come back, bring me the change in a hundred stacks
Cause you know how we do it when we makin' that
I'ma gi' you your cut and you gon' gi' me my shit
And that's the way we do it now I'm in the lab droppin' hits
Undergrounds get me paid, shows I'm on stage
Hoes go in a rage when they see me on stage
Cause I'm iced out when they see my chain they be like
who cut the lights out, niggaz at the stores tryna figure out
when I drop, I'm comin' sooner than you think
In the summer time tanktop winter time mink

[Hook]

[Will Lean]
Hey ma, I done seen bitches come and go
That skeeze and fiends that have dreams to become a hoe
Scream Geronimo, ya deep in the Pacific
(I can hit it all night), if you wanna be specific
Baby feel terrific when ya shake that ass
Ain't no end when your friends tell you to make that cash
Go on make it fast, see if you make it last
After every niggaz smash, you mistaken for thrash
Bitch where's my cash?, Will Lean the pimp
Pimp cups up bitch with codine to sip
I'm a Clover G, and I walkin' in dough
And every twenty five feet nigga I'm walkin' on mo'
Lil' Flipper, yo we gots the gats
Them botany boys motherfucka, we gots them stacks
S.U.C and we holdin' it down
Cloverland on top and we holdin' the crown

[C-Note]
I know this chick from the north side that like to freak
Fucked the hoe in the back of the jeep, Clover G's ain't weak
Watch me creep, holdin' on a wood grain wheel
Plus I got the diamond grill uh
We be winnin', I love the way this free world spinnin'
We been hot from the beginning shit
It's Botany Boys, creepin' wid them chopper toys
Quick to break ya off proper boy shit
Call her cell, take her to the next hotel
Young bitch know how to fuck like hell
Call her friends, they pull up in a big bod Benz
I guess we ain't the only one that playin' wid ends

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Presents Clover G's

[Talking]
There's too much paper to get fuck a bitch...
There's too much paper to get fuck a bitch
It's too much paper to get, for real
But I can't count it all
Fuck being around a bitch
I wanna be around my dogs, whoo!, uh
I'll do the hook like that
just let it play do the verse

[Verse 1]
I'm thinkin' of a master plan
Like y'all niggas movin' too slow I got a faster plan
I got a faster hand and a faster mind
Real gangstas never have to scream pass the nine
Cause we masterminds when it come to gettin' loot
in half the time, we ride around in drop top coupes
Oops I did it again another bitch in my Benz homes
When times get hard who can a nigga depend on?
A few niggas, my true niggas
From day one, DJ Screw niggas
I coulda hurt niggas but I tried to help niggas
I'm spittin' fire cause everytime I melt niggas
I got three mics plus one on my arm
The Freestyle King and the fuckin' Leprechaun
I'm from the dirty dirty, I know you niggas heard me
And if you owe me you better fuckin' reimburse me bitch

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Presents Clover G's

[Talking]
We flip the hits
We flip the chicks
We flip the bricks yo

[Hook]
I like it when you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Come here, let me whisper in ya ear (in ya ear)
You know, I'ma tell you what you wanna hear (wanna hear)
You wanna get it on let's do it right here, OKAY!
[x2]

[Verse 1]
I like that chick right thurr (right thurr)
But it ain't no fun hoe if ya don't share
Go to the mall and get me a white fur
I'm pushin' a Vi-per
and believe me I might swerve
You got nice curves I'm a pimp you ain't heard?
It's three of us and one of you you ain't scared?
We at the Adam's mart downtown over thurr (over thurr)
Tell ya girlfriend stop wearin' horsehair
I'm in a home team throwback Andre wear
It ain't no rules why should I play fair
We V-I-P at the club all year
Just meet me at the back and pull up a chair

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]
I don't know how to make love music
I make thug music, I make club mu-sic
Now all these niggas tryna battle rap
But that shit don't add up to a platinum plaque
I'm like Shaq move bitch get out the way I'm finna dump
I move a hundred and fifty out the trunk
I hit the jackpot before I got my deal
I keep my ear to the streets like Holyfield
I got the keys to the crib and it's three in the mornin'
I paid for five bottles but three of 'em gone
I'm real fucked up plus my eyes gettin' blurred
If you wanna do a track and split the grand to a pair

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Artist : LIL' FLIP
Album : Presents Clover G's
(feat. Big Shasta, C-Bo)

[Hook: Big Shasta]
Now we can roll some berry blunts
Supersize two feet long
And when it's done stuff the bong
So we can smoke on
You know we got the sticky trees
That's why we make smoke songs
One thing I know for sure
Is that I'm so gone

[C-Bo]
Yeh M-J baby you mean everything to me
I built all my raps and goals, and life around you
I don't care what they think, I ain't right without you
I don't dip whip shit, through the night without you
Swisha, ciguerilla, cause you just so potent
Put the towel under the do', cause you just so open
I can see me wid you all in my life
I'm in my drop top rollin' down Sunset all through the night
Cause when I, fire ya up right, they know you're the truth
I just look at them other niggaz, cause they want a hit too
But I ain't into sharin' mines, less you one of my dogs
If you wid us it ain't shit we blow one of my logs
I keep the dro loose, like it's supposed to
So when they hit it they just choke like they supposed to
You wanna blow to?, you gon' need dough fool
You hit my blunt I snatch it back like I don't know you

[Lil' Flip]
Imagine ridin' down the highway eyes all blurry
Cops pull me over cause they know I'm in a hurry
I ain't worried I ain't ridin' dirty but I'm high as fuck
I hoppin' out like damn, you wanna buy my truck?
It must've been my luck, for me to get stopped
It must've been your luck, for you to get dropped
I roll the creme of the crop, the best shit nigga
We ain't fuckin' around wid that stress shit nigga
I went to Amsterdam, in a tannish Lan
I ain't wear my fuckin' jewelry they know who I am
I Lil' Flipper, the nigga who was leanin' to the left
Just, freestylin' eversince Jazzy Jeff, and the Fresh Prince
Well I'm the fresh king, you wearing little stones
I got begets in my ring, I got green weed purple weed
No more commercial weed, hah ha
That's how I do it smoke one G

[Hook]

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Artist : LIL' TROY
Album : Sittin' Fat Down South
(feat. Lil' Will)

Yo nigga, we rollin' on the phone
Rollin' mo' scrilla on my primCo phone
I'm like a big fat gorilla with my skizza
Like a muthafuckin' game quizza
I buss a left, a right, I'm muthafuckin' tight
My frosty wrist is worth a mill
Now get down ho and suck on lil' will

We rollin' down the block with intendin' to kill
Put up yo muthafuckin' hands, yo, this shit fo' reel
The Po'Po' be creepin' on the lo' lo'
'Cuz they don't, no, no, I'm the big ass skrilla that be fuckin' yo ho
Now get down on your knees and slop da knob
Don't fuck with this skrilla, I'm the mothafuckin' bomb
And I eat chicken wangs with corn on the cob

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Artist : LIL' TROY
Album : Sittin' Fat Down South
(feat. Bad Co., Big Ced & Nattie)

Yo, yo, this is Lil' Troy, niggas, we rollin'

When I come to the dance
Them hoes get on the floor
'Cause they know that boy
Troy don't play no more

Them big youngs be off the rocks
And ya lynch be like
Water the time for the hit
And the roll time be sellin' quaters

Loud beats and phat rymes
Is the key to what I'm doin'
I'm in the mix 'cause I'm rich
No time for niggas rui

We be rollin' every day and every nite
So keep it tight
We be rollin', big troy in the place
To be y'all don't wanna fuck wit me

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Artist : LISA LOEB
Album : Camp Lisa

Everybody wake up
(Wake up)
Everybody wake up
(Wake up)

Open your eyes, jump out of bed
Open your eyes, jump out of bed
If you're on the bottom bunk
Don't bump your head

Everybody wake up
(Wake up)
Everybody wake up
(Wake up)

Find your shoes, find your sock
Find your shoes, find your other sock
Don't hit the snooze on your alarm clock

Everybody wake up
(Wake up)
Everybody wake up
(Wake up)

Everybody wake up
(Wake up)
Everybody wake up
(Wake up)

Toothbrush, toothpaste
Now wash your face
Roll out, sound off

It's time to get up
You've gotta get up
It's time to get up this morning

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Artist : LISA LOEB
Album : Camp Lisa

Your hands were in your pockets
Your head over your eyes
You didn't seem to know anybody
And neither did I

Then they started introductions
And name game all around
Everybody else took it seriously
But you and me
We laughed until we cried

When I first met you
I didn't think I liked you
But now that I know you
You could be my best friend
You could be my best friend

I am from the city
From the middle of nowhere
And we don't talk to strangers
I'll talk to anyone who's there

I like dogs and you like cats
I wear lots of colors and you wear only black
But we don't take these too seriously
So you and me, we're the perfect pair
Yeah, you and me, we're the perfect pair

When I first met you
I didn't think I liked you
But now that I know you
You could be my best friend
You could be my best friend

And then in a while
We'll look back and smile

'Cause when I first met you
I didn't think I liked you
But now that I know you
You could be my best friend
You could be my best friend

When I first met you
I didn't think I liked you
But now that I know you
You could be my best friend

When I first met you
I didn't think I liked you
Now that I know you
You could be my best friend

You could be my best friend
You could be my best friend
You could be my best friend

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Artist : LISA LOEB
Album : Camp Lisa

Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down to the stream
Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a star in a heavenly dream

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
And the skies are not cloudy all day

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Artist : LISA LOEB
Album : Camp Lisa

Love is a rose but you better not pick it
It only grows when it's on the vine
Handful of thorns and you'll know you've missed it
Lose your love when you say the word mine

I wanna see what's never been seen
I wanna live that age old dream
Come on boy, let's get together
Let's take the best right now

Love is a rose but you better not pick it
It only grows when it's on the vine
Handful of thorns and you'll know you've missed it
Lose your love when you say the word mine

I wanna go to an old hoedown
Long ago in a western town
Pick me up when my feet are dragging
Give me a lift and I'll hay your wagon

Love is a rose but you better not pick it
It only grows when it's on the vine
Handful of thorns and you'll know you've missed it
Lose your love when you say the word mine

Love is a rose but you better not pick it
It only grows when it's on the vine
Handful of thorns and you'll know you've missed it
Lose your love when you say the word mine

Love is a rose but you better not pick it
It only grows when it's on the vine
Handful of thorns and you'll know you've missed it
Lose your love when you say the word mine
Mine, mine, mine

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Artist : LISA LOEB
Album : Camp Lisa

Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?
Michelle stole the cookie from the cookie jar
Who me? Yes you, couldn't be, then who?

Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?
Jill stole the cookie from the cookie jar
Who me? Yes you, couldn't be, then who?

Someone stole the cookie from the cookie jar
'Cause there are no cookies in there anymore
No more cookies, only cookie crumbs
And I'm really kinda mad 'cause I wanted some
For me, for you, for me, us too

Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?
Lisa stole the cookie from the cookie jar
Who me? Yes you, couldn't be, then who?

Dog stole the cookie from the cookie jar
There's crumbs and a whiskers and poppets on the floor
Yes you, then who?

Someone stole the cookie from the cookie jar
He stole the cookie from the cookie jar
Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?
Our dog stole the cookie from the cookie jar
Someone stole the cookie from the cookie jar

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