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AARON WATSON lyrics - Shutupanddance

Something With A Swing To It

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Well I was thumbing through the channels And I saw a sight to see A so-called country singer, there singing on MTV And I began to think - had she ever heard a thing Had she ever been to Texas where Bob Wills is still the king Ah - ha From the Houston rodeo to any old dancehall Of cowgirls and cowboys know how to have a ball And every night they'll tip a toast to the Lone Star state Where the women are so fine and the music is so great Cause I wanna two-step to a real dancehall swinger I don't wanna see no wanna-be country western singer Don't call it country unless you can prove it I want something with a swing to it Aw yeah... All together now.... It's a Texas thing, Y'all So if you don't understand just drop what you're doing Drive here as quick as you can I'd even stop in Oklahoma if it was up to me Cause when it comes to country, there ain't none like I wanna two-step to a real dancehall swinger I don't wanna see no wanna-be country western singer Don't call it country unless you can prove it I want something with a swing to it That hip-hoppin' rappin' boy band crap is for the squirrels in San Francisco And Nashville is making music that sounds like a dadgum disco Don't call it country unless you can prove it I want something with a swing to it Yes, I said don't call it country unless you can prove it I want something with a swing to it That's right...

World Salad

Annihilator "Alice In Hell"
GA: Comin from the playground take it straight back to the bricks Yo Chris, tell em where it is Chris: Chillin, cooler den a squeak, kickin dirt on my sneakers Suckers on the corner lookin down at their beepers They couldn't get a job or a nice home So they wanna stay and wait for the pay-phone Take JoJo he's the youngest Girls jock him cuz he's reverse dressed ?? strollin through the neighborhood Sweatin their brother tryin to see why he's doin good (sounds of sirens) Rollin through the park tryin to make another hit Little do they know that soldiers' legit I'm not sayin this to put nobody down This is what I see at the playground .. ya know! GA: Awww yeah! Another ABC smash.. gonna make ya mad! Uh come on come on everybody And guess who's up next..kick it! Dave: L-I-L D-A-V-E 4 feet shorty of the crew Just let me get on the mic and show u what i can do When im all alone..cold rockin on the microphone At home .. ?playin under the phone ? dis time little holme Group: Kick it D kick it D kick it Pump it D pump it D pump it Swing it D swing it D swing it GA: I swing my beats .. at the playground..ya know! (everybody!) Come on ya'll! good assualt is in effect Put your hands in the air Put your hands in the air I dont wanna see nobody sittin in their chair True dat! True dat! Yo Ro you are next! Ro: Well Im RoRo comin in third Now its about that time that I get heard And none of my rhymes will never ever be swerved Word to her play tricks on your nerves Everywhere I serve is real superb And Ill be right back with part two of this funky rhyme G haha yeah boy! Ro: Yo Red I dont wanna flow no more man Yall go ahead, Im just gonna sit back and listen to this ghetto swing Cuz this is what I do, at the playground..ya know what im sayin!? Awww yeah, ABC's gonna sing! Added to this missle.. fusion hip hop with a little ghetto swing Yo Red kick the ballistics G Its the R to the E to the D and what u get is what you seein Straight up B boy word to Miss Kickin and flippin the rhymes for the kids man for the kids Chillin in the park, nice and smooth JoJo Mark tried to bust my groove Ahh I hate that Had a big fanny not like Annie Gave her the 24 letter and some candy..ah ah Ay yo Red where'd you meet her? At the playground! ya know! Ok..I guess you know by now Big smash moves Pants inside out Mark: Into the Mizzark chillin in the pizzark I got a break cuz my mother said be home by dizzark But before I go Im gonna flow for you in time see So listen to the rhyme G The East Coast Family, Boyz To Men, ABC, BBD Now flip the tracks D My mother is mad and my brother is Red Mario Brothers .. bed Last but not least I wanna say PEACE and we outta here From the playground..ya know!

They Call It

ATMOSPHERE "Happy Clown Bad Dub 8 / Fun EP"
[Verse 1] Don't you love it madly when it sleeps in your basement On some gladly-pay-you-Tuesday-for-a-hamburger-today shit? And don't you love the way you can relate To everything your favourite rapper has to say about your hatred? Get a hobby, now why they wanna watch me In some hotel lobby getting sloppy with this pillow built mommy? Probably never be global like 2Pac But the local boys will beat my shit hard in their jukebox Sitting here pretending I'm not tipsy Watching over sensitive hippies use my records for they dog Frisbees Be a good little fishy And book me a ticket to your city so your girlfriend will kiss me I'm the bee that came to pollinate the flower Make a meal, borrow a towel and take a shower It's called love, in return they make bread Pay dollars, make beds, catch buzz, give head [Hook] They call it love and I get plenty of it The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it They call it hate and I get plenty of it The snakes always wanna put your name where their tongue splits They call it love and I get plenty of it Give hugs to the public, put plugs in the budget They call it hate and I get plenty of it But they know who to call when they want the party jumping [Verse 2] We bust into your system, search through the evidence Opening hoping to find why you love your residence Puts your fists up or put your chips up Advocate, act adult or get your fabric ripped up They said like what? Like they didn't know me Six foot three, ugly mug and a simple flow Like that? Like that! And a bottle of Jimmy Beam Peace, my name is Slug and I'm down with the winning team They wanna kill my steam, I didn't care Just lead me to the Phoebe with the pretty hair Jumping up and down with the passion of a battle Jester of the kingdom, see me mack 'em at the castle Sean is such an asshole! Nah I'm a dickhead Stealing cigarettes from the rest of the mislead Enjoy me, avoid me, do what you must do But man up and understand why they don't love you [Hook] [Verse 3] Looking through your pinhole, who you gonna insult? Atmosphere get up in here, yeah, where'd your grin go? Got a sock full of nickels and quarters For unsupportive cock smokers that wanna ripple these waters You hate to love it, keep changing up the subject Still ain't saying nothing, we knew that you would jump ship Get back inside your magic pumpkin you puppet Cause all you got left in your life is a big 'What if?' No names, this pertains to a flock of you The fuck you gonna do when no one's watching you? Sweep up the fuck-ups, tighten up the lug nuts Let your world turn with no concern for what Slug does I'm not number one, I'm just my mother's son No regrets, show respect, what's done is done I understand why you're so discouraged Now show your love like it was when you was this moment [Hook] "We may not do this recording again, and maybe not give it to fellas again So we hope you enjoyed listening to this album half as much As we enjoyed playing it for you, cause we had a ball"

Foo Dang

ABK (ANYBODY KILLA) "Hatchet Warrior"
[Chorus: x2] Why you tryin to play me, foo dang? (Foo Dang) Just cause I wanna let my nuts hang Teeth bang on the streets servin heads all night Some of us just ain't livin right [Blaze] I know this stupid bitch who think she know me She even wanna call me Blaze Her Dead Homie Bitch keep ya mouth shut cause ya foo dang Couldn't hold my balls, couldn't hold my wang Stank hoes wanna see me in the grave But I'm quick to slap a trick wit a 12 gauge You know you was speakin my name, playin games And sayin things you know he's actin like something changed But I know you are reppin your fancy car Little money, foo dangin at the tittie bar (Bitch!) 7 dicks shoved in her box nightly, is she fucking? (Is she fuckin?) For the right price she might me Stank hoe, I never paid for ass So take a stray cat, and shove it in ya flat ass Get up out my face wit that foo dang drama Where she learn that shit? Man she get it from her mama [Some guy] I say Foo, you say Dang Foo (Fuck You!!) Dang (Fuck You!!) Someone say fa sho, yea I'm in the house Yea I'm in the house [Chorus] [Anybody Killa] I foo dang on the daily, go ahead and call me shady Bad boy on the streets, startin static since the '80s So why you gotta front? Try and play me like a punk If you keep talkin shit, you gon' end up in my trunk Jackin beats from bustas, we foo dang like that Robbin hoes for they gold then trade it in for a sack Don't even think for a second that we high class 40 drinkin freaks with some dank and a nice ass ? identity with some eastside conflict Bitches make me sick if they don't foo dang dick Keep it real and I'll try to keep it real back Try to trip in over all the bodies that I shot wit the gat Hunt you down wit my automobile, roll down the window slow Then punch you right in the throat Type of shit that most people call a little fucked But it's simple and plain, we foo dang, so don't front [Some guy] Yo Killa, this Tadpole I got ya number from this bitch I know I was the guy followin you home from the signin ?? Yo man why you ain't pull over? I ain't no houndog or nothin but I just [Chorus] [Blaze] Foo dang is what I call a hoe without a pistol Walkin all alone (There she go) and if I see you it's on I'm callin out old janky bitches wit no heart Dogs with no bite that wanna bark Reppin gold is like a crip wearin red in my hood And I'll slap ya wit a bat like a G should (Beeitch!!) Bitch, check yourself into the crackhead clinic You can't get no ? bringin a bag wit bottles in it [Anybody Killa] Foo dangin wit a hatchet, come and get ya ass kicked If you bring a bottle then I really wanna smash it Sellin weed filled wit stems and seeds Same shit for $550 but you askin a G Now that's the kinda shit that makes a mind go crazy 2 packs of 'Ports a day and I just can't take it I swear if 1 more hero tries to flex in my face I'll go foo dang around the globe and make the whole world change [Chorus]

Bug A Boo (Refugee Camp Remix)

DESTINY'S CHILD "This Is The Remix"
(feat. Wyclef Jean) [Wyclef:] (Everybody on the floor) East Side (Everybody on the floor) South Side (Everybody on the floor) North Side (Everybody on the floor) West Side (Everybody on the floor) [Beyonce:] We told you we was gonna give it to you raw (Everybody on the floor) We ain't do it right the first time (Everybody on the floor) We gonna do it right the second time (Everybody on the floor) You make me wanna throw my pager out the window Tell MCI to cut the phone poles Break my lease so I can move 'Cause you a bug a boo, a bug a boo I wanna put your number on the call block Have AOL make my e-mails stop 'Cause you a bug a boo You're buggin' what You're buggin' who You're buggin me And don't you see it ain't cool [Wyclef:] Come on, come on, come on Yo who's bugging who Destiny is coming through Wyclef, Jerry Wonder 'bout to hit y'all with the new groove [Beyonce:] It's not hot that you be callin' me Stressing me, paging my beeper You're just non-stop And it's not hot That you be leaving me messages every 10 minutes And then you stop by When I first met you, you were cool But it was game you had me fooled 'Cause 20 minutes after I gave you my number You already had my mailbox full So what, you're talking 'bout your 'feelin used' So what, never told you to buy me shoes So what, now you're rolling with an attitude Plus the word on the streets is you're a bug a boo You make me wanna throw my pager out the window Tell MCI to cut the phone poles Break my lease so I can move 'Cause you a bug a boo, a bug a boo I wanna put your number on the call block Have AOL make my e-mails stop 'Cause you a bug a boo You're buggin' what You're buggin' who You're buggin me And don't you see it ain't cool [Wyclef:] Come on, come on, come on Yo who's bugging who Destiny is coming through Wyclef, Jerry Wonder 'bout to hit y'all with the new groove [Beyonce] It's not hot that when I'm blocking your phone number You call me from over your best friend's house And it's not hot that I can't even go out with my girlfriends Without you tracking me down You need to chill out with that mess 'Cause you can't keep having me stressed 'Cause every time my phone rings it seems to be you And I'm praying that it is someone else So what Ain't even like I knew you So what Tell your peoples I ain't feeling you So what Don't call me I'll call you Cause cupid ain't shoot me, he shot you You make me wanna throw my pager out the window Tell MCI to cut the phone poles Break my lease so I can move 'Cause you a bug a boo, a bug a boo I wanna put your number on the call block Have AOL make my e-mails stop 'Cause you a bug a boo You're buggin' what You're buggin' who You're buggin me And don't you see it ain't cool [Beyonce (Wyclef):] Yo Clef (What up What up) We ain't heard from you in a while So break it down for the cheering, Latin style [Wyclef:] Destiny's Child remade numero uno You wanna hate me now like Nas Cause you dos, tres, quartro Thugs still in the dance Ain't no need to bust you're A-K We all can get along Or we can do it Carlito's Way Cause even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I fear no evil, got the Lord present, standing Eagle Way before birth I had this whole book memorized I roll with murderers that just got baptized I be allowed to see through the eyes of Zion The New Jerusalem So sing the hook and stop buggin' You make me wanna throw my pager out the window Tell MCI to cut the phone poles Break my lease so I can move 'Cause you a bug a boo, a bug a boo I wanna put your number on the call block Have AOL make my e-mails stop 'Cause you a bug a boo You're buggin' what You're buggin' who You're buggin me And don't you see it ain't cool [Wyclef:] Hey yo It's the Refugee Camp

Go Home With You

KARDINAL OFFISHALL "Not 4 Sale"
[Akon:] Convict [Kardinal Offishall:] Jay [Choir:] And let the choir sing (chanting) [Kardinal Offishall:] Still got a couple seconds left, you knowa mean [chanting] [Kardinal Offishall:] See your ass on the dancefloor [VERSE 1:] Hey yo! They call me Kardie F (...) Ferrari Niggas scream... whenever they see me in the party Everything's official You ain't gotta ask You need a late pass Ya'll need sip punani Bottle to the head And I ain't sayin' much you could be one of the feds We stay connected, above the clouds We don't talk much but the movement speak loud, nigga Gotta respect that There's no choice I'm Mr. Agua, watchadata, get moist Girlfriend caught me kickin' with the crew She my late night friend, butchall [CHORUS: T-Pain] I wanna go home with you I wanna go home with you (Now hear the choir say) I wanna go home with you I wanna go home with you I wanna go home with you [Kardinal Offishall:] [chuckles] And we get back at 'em [VERSE 2:] They call me Kardie Mr. Gasoline World turn to (FIRE!) When they see me steppin' on the scene And we don't buy it unless we got it ten times This is real life, we ain't just sitting on the rhymes man Guaranteed if you're a poser you lose And we the future, let's hear it for the brand new fusion Anybody can get it, there is no exclusion 'Nuff questions, leading to the same conclusion Gangsters is Gangsters Nigga be you who be I'm a bad man, but they still not bad likawe I never chase 'em I let 'em choose At the end of the night they say [CHORUS:] I wanna go home with you I wanna go home with you (Now hear the choir say) I wanna go home with you I wanna go home with you I wanna go home with you [Kardinal Offishall:] And the world say [Choir chants] [Kardinal Offishall:] And the world say [More chants] [Kardinal Offishall:] And the whole wide world say And the world say Lemme talk for a second Third Verse [VERSE 3:] Ey Yo They call me Kardie Mr. Evolution Now you can dance while you think about the revolution And while you vex having delusions of persecution I'm a stay flawless, an instrument of execution Out of many still grows one people Justice (...) still remain unequal And I'm a diamond in the dirt And there is no sequel Many try but they cannot replicate what we do Hear evil, speak that evil Speak good to the hood, there is no retrieval Think about while you sippin' on your [? ] If my words could talk they'd say [CHORUS:] I wanna go home with you I wanna go home with you (Now hear the choir say) I wanna go home with you I wanna go home with you I wanna go home with you Now hear the choir say [chanting] Now hear the choir say [Kardinal Offishall:] Black Jay

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