ALABAMA lyrics - Pass It On Down

Moonlight Lounge

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Flattop guitar Down around the campfire You can smell that hickory burnin' Catfish fryin' Onions got us cryin' Hushpuppies they're a turnin' Friends and kin comin' down the hill Trippin' in the ole starlight Cookin' and kickin' do a little pickin' Party tonight Chorus: Come on down to the moonlight longe Where the ceilin' is so blue Where there ain't no door and our dance floor Is covered with mountain dew Where there ain't no walls and the waterfall Is the only sound around Yeah we're havin' us a party down in the holler We call it the moonlight lounge Me and my lady Rode in on Sadie A fourteen hand chestnut mare A midnight hoot owl He's screechin' so loud Kind of puts a chill in the summer air The bushes are wigglin', somebody's gigglin' Buck couldn't wait to get a kiss Jimmy's got the four wheel hooked to the wagon A hay ride you don't wanna miss Repeat chorus Won't you... (repeat chorus again) Tag Yeah we're havin' us a party everybody holler We call it the moonlight lounge

I'm Drinkin' Milk Now

Maestro Fresh Wes "Naaah, Dis Kid Can't Be From Canada?!!"
Yeah, 1994 Maestro Fresh Wes CHORUS X2 [Maestro Fresh Wes] It's Fresh Wes y'all I'm drinkin' milk now I'm drinkin' milk y'all I'm drinkin' milk now [Maestro Fresh Wes] First I learn to crawl, then I learn to walk Then I learn to talk, then I learn to rhyme Suckers try to hock my lines But I'mma serve ya On the microphone I murder Killing chump rappers Since the days of eating Gerber's baby food The crazy dude with the pablum, the bad one I grab the mic just like a Magnum Fly girls was jiggling, clinging to my ding-a-ling Wes, you was hitting skins as a baby Yeah true but I was fingering Yeah, check out shorty in the diapers They're some big motherfuckers rhyming at the ciphers Grown-ups knew that I be wealthy They used to say that baby boy gots talent, but his mouth is so filthy I worte creazy rhymes to the beat Had the, freedom of speach But I still couldn't reach, the tall glass of milk On the table, my lyrics were stable But still I wasn't able to get it I didn't sweat it, I paid it no mind I wrote another fat rhyme at the drop of a dime Now I'm hoping for the day to come So I can hear my Dukes say, Wesley you son of a gun CHORUS X2 [Maestro Fresh Wes] No time for chilling black I wrote a killa rap, made an illa track Knocking back the similack Graduated from the formula, I had a scheme Milk was calling me, just like the pipe to a fiend But still I had to play cool, couldn't play a fool So many MCs, are dropping out of pre-school To get a record deal, forget it gotta hustle Yo yo yo, how did money fall off? Got lost in the shuffle Ho thought he was a prankster Every chick he'd meet he romanced her Acting like a private dancer But the music industry Hobbes, is serious as cancer No place for a rapper, that still wearing papmpers Even if you're signed, you'll still got to struggle And making fat beats is just a piece of the puzzle So props to the brother that made the Soul Clap Becuase my labels gave me flack money had my back Forget the pacifier and your beachnut Came out with three cuts Now everybody's on these nuts I got another rhyme, won't you check it So fine tune the mic, engineer and I'mma wreck it CHORUS X3 [Maestro Fresh Wes] You know you got to go for self, support yourself Like KRS said, you got to promote yourself that's a fact not a fable, (word) Get out the cradle Or you'll be grippling with your record label No time to play clown, if you want to stay around Learn the business, and this ain't a playground No time for Dr. Suess, or Mother Goose You can rhyme and produce, but now you got to get loose Just a piece of advice, now go your own path And that allowance that you're getting money ain't gonna last (What's this?) another fat beat that I build You know It took a long time But the borther's drinking milk CHORUS X4 OUTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes] Yeah, going out to Diggin' In The Crates, Main Source We out

Doe In Advance

GANG STARR
Original bladhead Crooklynite rudeboy instructor I came back to lay down law motherfucker I'll crush you because you appear to be a sucker One more false move I'll grab my toast and I'll bust ya And you stop talking shit and pass the L Got mad clientel real niggas know me well Other rappers go on tour and stay in their hotels Me and my boys we're as true as they come son We come from some ill life experience and take rap serious I'm curious about the fakers and the frauds About the silly-ass broad and about all the bullshit going on So when I step into the club I come hardcore Rip the mic to shreds plus skunk before encore And after that I just max (max) Like Max Julien I'm the authentic Mack So just relax, and keep the cuts like a lance We gots no worries, we get the dough in advance Got to get the dough, got to run the show (Repeat 4x) Watch me, I got the bitch chumps on the spot, G And when I rock these fly honeys want to jock me So copy this one son, you fucking biter Shut the hell up, you're damn right I don't like ya I'll spit on your style, shit on your crew with a smile Fucks no, you ain't wild, we've been in your file You fantasy ruffneck, go bluff with your tec But you'd better show respect or blood will drip like sweat Check yourself because now there's doo doo in your pants I enhance the dance and get the loot in advance Got to get the dough, got to run the show (Repeat 4x) Doe in Advance is the name of this tune You know what's up hops, GangStarr's in the room Soon you'll feel the boom of masterpiece from the East Nuff respect to where you're from, just don't act dumb We drop the shit that's classic, you can't surpass it We lasted, and now we run shit, you bastard I'm like an ambush, moving on you quick Got more depth than shallow rappers cause my game is thick A thousand MC's in a week I subtract Cause the market's oversaturated with scrub acts Who wants to try next, and who wants to die next? I'm vexed with motherfuckers, whose dome should I fly next? Up from the alley, now the riches I acquire Cats are coming by the wire, rhymes are chariots of fire Call me the don, call me the man, or call me sir But never forget this nigga knows the score For cometition, yo there's no fucking chance My troop is popping through clocking dough in advance Got to get the dough, got to run the show (Repeat 4x)

Beyond The Hype

MC LYTE "Act Like You Know"
There's a song.. that I sing.. whenever I'm sad.. feelin bad [MC Lyte] It was a date a simple little fuckin date or so I thought wasn't that my great mistake He picked me up at eight from my crib We went to dinner and he ordered babyback ribs What a waste a waste of the mind and body And then he said Lyte would you like to go and party? I thought about it and then I said NO! Pay for my food motherfucker and let's go! He said, My, aren't we agressive.. Damn right, and I'm also perceptive I know your kind, you roam around the fuckin town You wanna slap it, flip it, and rub it down You want some booty but you're gettin none this way You better ask Suzy Sally or that girl Fay You gets NONE, you hear me you cheesy rat? Because I'm Lyte, and I'm havin NONE of that Chorus: MC Lyte I'm all that, yes I'm all that You ask how? I'm all that now I'm all of that, yes I'm all that And rollin through your hood with a BASEBALL bat [MC Lyte] First I head out, into the red-eyed Turn the AC, so it feels cool inside Step in the jam, baring good news Although for some folks, I bring the blues Always solo, no relyin on a posse I see what you see, do you see what I see? I see suckers, many pucker-uppers ASS-kissers, as well as buttlickers Many many that will do me good and plenty Don't know me from Adam, but wanna get with me Claimin they will do or have done or have did me Talkin that yang, your ass'll get SLAPPED Because I'm Lyte and I'm havin NONE of that Chorus [MC Lyte] That!! That!! [answering machine] Aiyyo Milk, aiyyo Milk, this is Teddy B Yo I just checked out Lyte's new cut (That!! That!!) and yo it's ALL THAT, ALL THAT Yo I get with you, peace! [MC Lyte] Back, way back when, shit wasn't funny I'm talkin L-Q days, your gold and your money If you wore gold, the shit was gettin taken Hard rocks, don't even bother fakin Cause they can sense a sucker as SOON as they saw ya And oh well, how I felt sorry for the razor in my pocket, for my protection Blackjack in my bag for a little selection You got beef? BITCH, chose your weapon I sliced and diced, and then I kept steppin For me to go for that woulda just been wack because I'm Lyte, and I'm havin NONE of that Chorus [answering machine] (That!! That!!) Yo yo, yo Lyte, you there? (That!! That!!) Alright I just called to see if you was still shittin on wax Yo and DON'T make that shit soft alright? Yo PUMP IT UP Alright when you get in just give me a buzz

The Way It Is

Lee Kernaghan
its a plume of dust down an old dirt road and hanging off the rails at the rodeo a back verandah with creaking boards and the dark range of a thunderstorm its the stockmans bar at an old bush pub and chasing mickey's though the scrub its planting seeds and praying for rain and the red dust runing through your veins CHORUS: its the way it is, its the way it goes when my wheels hit the gravel road it feels like home its the way of life, its the life i live and im right where i want to be thats the way it is its a corrugated iron shed and work boots on a backdoor step scones in the oven and preserves in jars talking prces at the saleyards its long straight roads and one horse towns and sheep dogs bringing the mob around its she'll be right and having a go its good on ya mate and what do ya know? REPEAT CHROUS its the eerie still in the grey of dawn feilds of wheat and rows of corn a rusty tank and flaking paint a weary digger on ANZAC day its the dreamtime land and uluru aborigine didgeridoo its batterd hats and calloused hands the spirit of a hard won land REPEAT CHORUS

Touch You

TALIB KWELI "Reflection Eternal"
(Intro) Oh what's up everybody this is Rick James Talib Kweli, DJ Hi Tek, Reflection Eternal (Chorus) [Supa Dav West] We Make the Music That Change your life 'Bout to touch you just right All night we gonna to shine the light 'Bout to touch you just right [Piakhan] Piakhan floating on the mighty clouds of joy Building a future, yo, for my baby boy (uh huh) I moved form the hood yet the shit still in me And your opinion is nothing to me I have plenty like bein' out of prison With a roof over my dome And possessing the gift such as sparking the microphone Accumulate the provolone makin' it happen with Talib A Nattian cat we got em' snappin' Roberta Flackin' the track and Killin' em softly with out flossin' But yet the shine is glossy and the run the lyrical train through your brain shit Strategy pain, I'm on some Clubber Lane shit With the iron, ain't no use in you trying I ain't lyin' Through your ears mesmerize em' It's about time we started risin' Once again replace bullets with words, try to make it fun again (Chorus) w/ minor variations [Talib Kweli] if the put my life on the screen then its got to Be the IMAX I live large stroke your mind, till you reach climax Terrorist hijack on Hi Tek fly tracks front don't try that My niggas got my back, you gotta relax, ease back What's that all about with the feedback All up in my mouth we don't need that, the asphault is the place to be at Where the people fire burn so bright you can see that believe that It ain't light music (no) We make the right music (true) Keep it tight music (yes) Affirmin' life music (come on) (Chorus) w/ minor variations [Talib Kweli] It's like girls got the bass all up in they hips My favorite part on the face is the shape of the lips Yeah I wanna touch you there (right there) Your mind is my concubine, when I deliver shivers up your spine Like the bread and wine, my brains embedded with rhymes That's ahead of they time, I rock the better design You cats ain't got the touch You all suck, like getting head from a dime I run up in em and, clutch em' if they tremblin' It's a rush like adrenaline, at a point break the joint shake When you play this (yeah), your crew is haters when they come Through with the newest/latest (like that) Reflection Eternal Shine light bright like the day till the sky turn purple And the moon arrive, reflection through the night That touch you just right (Bridge) [Talib Kweli] With the rhythm, the rhythm, God bless the rhythm It's the rhythm, rhythm; yes ya'll the rhythm Shorty on the dance floor giving me rhythm Hi Tek make ya'll nod ya'll neck to the rhythm And (Chorus) w/ minor variations (x2) [Talib Kweli] Uh yeah yeah yeah Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh (x2) Clap your hands everybody (x4)

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