AL STEWART lyrics - Last Days Of The Century

Red Toupee

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To catalina on a fishing boat We call it henry cisneros We got no money but we stay afloat The jellyfishes don't scare us You're telling everybody life's a ball Too many pleasures to mention You do a cartwheel in the shopping mall You seem to get their attention In your red toupee In your red toupee You take your number to a broadway play It keeps her well out of danger You're blowing bubbles in the matinee You never looked any stranger In your red toupee In your red toupee People say that you're unusual You just tell them they're confused If only they were more like you They'd brighten up their day In your red toupee In your red toupee Promenades in furs and laces People put on airs and graces Bedroom eyes in boardroom faces Oh where will it lead To catalina on a fishing boat We call it henry cisneros We got no money but we stay afloat Those jellyfishes don't scare us In our red toupees Oh we got our red toupees In your mauve toupee Turquoise toupee In your green toupee Cerise toupee Why are you wearing that strange toupee

Who Da Neighbors

JUICY J
[Chorus:] My mansion is on 40 acres Who da neighbors Call me brain from the lakers That ass paper Call me brain from the lakers That ass paper [Repeat] Big cribs lot of cars and women... I don't tell you what I spend but my blood might You pussy smoking weed forever put that money in my palms cause it... better Hole real estate came with a lot of zeros how you do that mike? Sold to a lot of people 0-30 made us all that's a lot of people Now I got to be a crib that fit a lot of people [Chorus] Straight from the projects now I run maserati The life of a magnum nigger I think I am shanghai They feed me proof I buy what I chose I stay for the... I throw it out and I am cool Got all thirsty bitches think I am going pay them You think you care but money it gets... No need for... fans they all know who I am Two models of rose two models of... [Chorus]

Easy

AESOP ROCK "Bazooka Tooth"
I take it Easy [Verse 1] Upside down, I pick wigs for beetles Pry 'em out and pin 'em to the polar of the see-saw Sofa cobra shimmy out crater Cradle my weight in double wishbone suspension Versus AM clock radio bangers Downside up in cripple acres and still the fountainhead Spittle sniglets quicker than quidditch seekers snatch golden snitches You could be a part of it Just park your bark at 20 paces Hold this target and we'll call this bitch a partnership Man, the city bred the brittle cheapo Little Lego people squeezing little Lego Polaroid in keyhole Media breather needy burrow to hide all While you friends and neighbors press stethoscopes to the drywall Curl a worm tongue tight, bitten behind the vamp chopper foaming Lamb choppy sock puppet fear and loathing Need phoners a.s.a.p. to build careers out of misquoting So I read Aesop interviews and get schooled on my own motives It's a pocketful of nickels, like Cool Hand Luke decapitating Parking meters when the pigs blew the whistles like windmills I went to jail overnight for putting a sticker on a phone booth Now in the time that you did the paperwork How many'd the rapists merk? Panicky banister silver surf over the wobbles where the potholes Be the ulcer in the stomach of the God show You blinded by the light you might just plummet through the cosmos Meet Apollo sandman function before the whore hit the high note [Chorus] I take it easy, the ice is thinning in the valley of the jeep beats And when the freaks come out I hug a TV Somehow a channel zero bender's less creepy, it's bliss Repeat with a twist...Easy When every martian in the market holler feed me The all city opinion spicket leaky You learn more when your mouth piece retreat, it's bliss Now listen to this...oh OK All day every day, oh all right, all night every night [Verse 2] Whose capitain gon' spew stale venom? Not mine... I hug a hammock in the bedlam And when the potentially lucrative race horse gets deaded I'll wake up for a second to help the betters count their blessings But I cannot cratchet crutch the Ebenezer limbs much longer Flaccid flimsy songbirds, classic dizzy wrong turns For the long term got a dragon all achy Torn between the lending of a helping five knuckles And a charter your own escape Now it's like, sufferin' succotash, bucko, ducks in the chuckle patch 10-4 on that, stinger opinion, wingman double back Fuck it, Let him roam the home of the mange ridden emaciated Slave pain cave children game Not all players heal the same, learn it or don't learn shit My radio is on regardless I tune out pardons and tune in starlets Carbon and pre-David/Goliath live Paleolithic bias Who walks on all fours dragging the cadaver of King Midas Now it's Thor dwarf war hammers, Elvin bow and arrow aimers Documentation of the rate at which narrow tapers Hermit crab, honest cat, trying to raise the roof in my own TV room And still get the security deposit back Call Ripley, skippy, motorhead dope fixture on some go to bed no dinner Hold your head cold winter Ease up out of the ghastly, desert dozer cliques stranded on cloud 8 Proud of their pogo sticks, I stay left Along came a spider, sprung and alert, I stay def He makes records with his tongue in the dirt Suffer the dirty earth crisis with a license to flirt Buffer the mighty tighty sequins with a price on the mersh Covert Mr. Blizzard shoulder, he always acts all pissy Plus your friend said I was an asshole when he met me No bad moods aloud when you're in the public eye Kill it, you are the weakest link, goodbye [Chorus]

Noah & The Reign

MICK JENKINS "Trees & Truths"
[Jean Deaux:] They say there's gon' be a downpour They say the water's gon' wash away my people (You tell them, you tell them I'm coming, tell them then...) [Mick Jenkins:] You probably gon' need a boat I'm thinking kindred to Titanic, like why panic It all depend on who whipping that bitch [?] to slave masters, punish a slave faster It all depend on who whipping that bitch She stripping, it all depend on who tipping that bitch I bet it's no king of diamonds She showed those niggas love, diamond in rough That's a ten of clubs, they told her it was gon' rain They told her "do those drugs" then she'll feel no pain Nigga check the correlation, ideas realized by corporations In communities where people are too poor for patience Ooh, I know you hear that truth that I spit like a relaxed tooth Cold turkied all the politics, I'm relaxed proof Cold shouldered all the ops they probably cashews If you can't see the tree, in truth, you probably think cash rules I got no time for your living, writing pennies for the thought Drop a dime for your living, look around nigga, we can see the signs are the limit Section 8 'bout as low as the pigeons, we did it, too fly My nigga too fly, our people dying I ain't kidding like a [?] [Jean Deaux:] They say there's gon' be a downpour (They say there's gon' be a downpour) They say the water's gon' wash away my people (They say the water gon' wash us away, no) Everybody gon' need a boat (Everybody gon' need a boat) They say there's gon' be a downpour (They say there's gon' be a downpour) [Jean Deaux:] I thought that it was simple, we treading water from my house My body is a temple, he bows and prays that he makes it back to the shore I feel my head flooding with thoughts, temples sore as shit Tryna figure out how you got me open, preposterous oceans Catch you floating on your merry boat there My thighs is hurting, my soul is yearning, my feelings current The tides can be a current, we were burning Tell us 'God is gon' save us" now where was this nigga when rain didn't let up The whole thing is set up soon as we get away my brothers always gettin' wet up You tell me that you love me, but I can't remember times he was chill when shit was ugly It's you that's gone that fuckin' hurting me, who the fuck you think you is, the black Hercules? And you supposed to the save the world, ain't it the perfect dreams? We walked the perfect seas, desert the Earth and save the dragon He gave you super powers, ain't that how it fuckin' happens? I lose a love you, lose a life, now ain't that fuckin' tragic? And I'm just supposed to praise the Lord and live in all the madness? (Live in all the madness) [Jean Deaux:] They say there's gon' be a downpour (They say there's gon' be a downpour) They say the water's gon' wash away my people (They say the water gon' wash us away, no) Everybody gon' need a boat (Everybody gon' need a boat) They say there's gon' be a downpour (They say there's gon' be a downpour) [Mick Jenkins:] Row out, row out, row out, row out Row to up in a boat Oh that boat we were drowning and it's true Who left us drowning and it's true Row out, row out, row out, row out Row to up in a boat Row to up in a boat

I Gotta Eat

JAE MILLZ "Dead Presidents 2"
[Verse 1:] Fred, know how we all cake – brick of raw weight Picture me gettin' rich, not using poor traits I orchestrate to pay bills I can shoot a jump shot with a bag of money, Jae Millz What up, sir? Got the bright tan fur On the phone with the left hand while the right hand stir Think about all the money we run through Won't stop 'til my niggas get 150 a bundle I'm on the block, holler – top dollar I'm talkin' G money, like Nino with the Rottweiler Blackjack at the casino with some guap fallin' Sit back just like in the back of that Impala TV and block work, I'm on it, what? Fred hot out here, now I'm warming up Millz hit my phone and said he got a beat Well bring a fork and a plate, nigga, I gotta eat [Hook:] Crusin' in my jeep Thinkin' of a master plan, why these niggas sleep? And while these niggas sleep, I'm out here in these streets Chasin' dead presidents 'cause a nigga gotta eat... Yeah nigga, I gotta eat No food on the table, then the fam' can't sleep I pray to God I don't kill a nigga But if I do, God'll be with it, nigga [Verse 2:] Only time can tell how the clock tick Cold-ass Coupe, R&B hot chick Three personalities, call me tri-polar Heard my enemy got cancer – good, he'll die slower I'm thinkin' death – 'cause life seems scary Just pass the gravy, on his whole 'hood, Hail Mary I ain't chillin'... 'Til the mansion four floors, all the walls got awards And my team ain't gotta work Niggas say my time is comin', it'd better hurry 'Cause millions I'm tryna bury before I'm buried My chick early twenties but she think like she 30 Yeah, she roll with me, so I gotta make her closet ferry That 850, I got a nigga savin' his chips 'Cause right along with that I need the four-door 6 Grand Coupin', translucent roofin' That's why my grind's stupid, stupid... [Hook] [Verse 3:] Yes - I ain't ask to be boss, but I appear to Teks under the seat, keep checkin' the rearview Never duck when it's beef, bread, I give a clear view Feel who in the streets? Come try me, I dare you Damn kids don't understand, live Just know to die or ride for who their fam' is After the dark, Allah, scram in my man's crib Word is, niggas ain't rob him, but his man did (damn shame) We keep that in the circle Three stacks for the purple, you need that if it's work, dude See? Always pullin' on these two straps like Urkel Move back, I'll hurt you – shoot back and merk you I call it extortin', y'all call it payin' dues Like I'm dolo at a table with a plate of food Up North is dead 'til it's read in the Daily News Player's Ball, I play the wall in my gator shoes [Hook]

I'm Yo People

JUVENILE "Rejuvenation"
What's good? I'm yo people I got money, can a nigga get a beef show Lean it over, let me hit you with the deep stroke Line it up like you tryin get a free throw. Yeah, I like that, yeah, I like that Yeah, I like that, stay right there, I'll be right back. I hope you like church, 'cause I'm about mine Check my time, bitch, it's about time Pop pop pop the party, that's my girl (Your girl?) mad know your shawty And we pok-pok-poker all night We fuck so much, that I miss my flight (damn) Ask what, she know what, to do me She bent that ass over and she shake that booty Shake that ass, it's so deceptive Is it fake? Is it real? Let me run some testes (let me test) Girl, work that, you're the best at What a collection play, you got my blessings. What's good? I'm yo people I got money, can a nigga get a beef show Lean it over, let me hit you with the deep stroke Line it up like you tryin get a free throw. Yeah, I like that, yeah, I like that Yeah, I like that, stay right there, I'll be right back. Mother juvenile just had to put it on me She work it like a Mexican and tag it like the homie Bust that pussy open, let a real nigga get on it I remember back in highschool, everybody wanted To be that young nigga with the flat top Because I cared for a bad hoe with a fat twin. And she got some bad ass friends that we met high And when I bust that road and make that ass drop. Now I lay down for a nigga, you know how to do it Someone's flow is controlled by the music Every time the beat goes bang they bang The hoes they get loose and they get down, they get down. What's good? I'm yo people I got money, can a nigga get a beef show Lean it over, let me hit you with the deep stroke Line it up like you tryin get a free throw. Yeah, I like that, yeah, I like that Yeah, I like that, stay right there, I'll be right back. With a fucker tell the night's on, the light's on Like to spin it like a cyclone on vitons While your penis is quite long, is like stone Turn a need and the mic on, you might won Tear that other niggas balls down I was working hard across town I'm back, had it like my old job, with no proud Whilst you twist me like a donut, with no slob Listen up enough to talk back Bitches trying to get you off track They're just jealous 'cause you're all that You know they better push the walls back As how you're liking it. What's good? I'm yo people I got money, can a nigga get a beef show Lean it over, let me hit you with the deep stroke Line it up like you tryin get a free throw. Yeah, I like that, yeah, I like that Yeah, I like that, stay right there, I'll be right back.

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