ALABAMA lyrics - The Closer You Get...

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Words and Music by Larry Shell I've seen him plow a field of corn all day. That's reality. His overalls are black with dirt, but his face is still full of dignity. He talks about the waether, and he can tell you when it's gonna rain. Told me 'bout the flood of twenty-nine that washed the crops away. Chorus: Underneath that Alabama sky, Grandpa told me 'bout the things he'd seen. Underneath that Alabama sky, I listened to my Grandpa's memories. At times he mentions Grandma, turn his head and wipe away a tear. Sometimes we'd take her picture down and sit and pretend that she's still here. Three girls and two boys he raised on love and simple honesty. And when they fin'lly have to carry him away, they'll take a lot of me. Chorus Chorus

Freedom

BEENIE MAN "Best Of Beenie Man"
Cho! (laugh) Babylon yuh betta turn wi loose God knows, turn wi loose now Sing along, a little song An guh a ting like Chorus: Freedom, for some I am bawling Babylon yuh pull di chain from mi han Mi still under yuh Babylon system God knows, Freedom for some I am bawling Oh Selassie I, rastafarian calling Beenie Man a sing a ting Verse 1: From the day mi know miself, man a born of mammal Although yuh smart, dem sen yuh guh a Jamal Teach yuh how fi spell gun and nuclear weapon How fi spell politics and greet politician Nowhere in the Bible where those words come from Dem restore wi name an class us as African When con is a short name for condemnation I nuh know bout di I, I a true Ethiopian Christopher Columbus, 'bout him discover island Discover what when him come spot the Indian An a him tun roun an all enslave black man Muslini an him friend dem tief the gold and all di diamond WHo steal wi name, check the queen wheh deh a England A she build the pope and introduce Vatican From Constantine, Julius and all Pope John Now dem reach Paul i wonder if dem want to expand Queen Elie-zabeth, all she is a next one Well mi naah guh too stress me just a look a explanation This is the word from the black man Chorus Verse 2: I say man a true needle kill the dragon and eagle Murda di pope wheh a defender of evil Long time dem bwoi deh a pressure black people Have wi like a slave under chain and shackle Now wi buss out inna muscle Well a long time mi deh warn dem fi look to the east Warning to the dragon and the mark of the beast Mek dem a galong suh like dem caan tun discease Call on the Selassie wheh a blow all di breeze Weeping wailing, nashing of teeth God judgement, is only certain man see it Pope Constantine inna him grave an all a grief This is no Pelican brief My Speech Chorus Verse 3: People, well unnuh clean out yuh ears an listen to mi lyrics Yuh nuh hear bout di Lieshah di ball head prophet Word of Elijah, di man used to spread it John di most righteous man yet still wasn't a prophet He could not be God, dem haffi tun him inna baptist This is the meaning of ma lyrics in these times Mandela come an try it Well him never reach far, prison wall di man face it Malcolm X try an a coppershot end it All try and dem beat it an kill it Marcus Garvey try, a fi rice dem sell it Only we inna di music business can stop it Follow Beenie Man and all live it Chorus

Respect Us

LIL' WAYNE "Tha Block Is Hot"
[Lil' Wayne] What what what What what what What what what Listen, listen When.. I come through.. bustin' Everybody on.. tha block be.. run-nin' Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I.. be.. thug-gin' Got.. them.. things.. ten up, keep.. hustlin' Catch me at tha shop, I will.. be.. there And my prices stay low, I keep.. it.. there And if you want it raw, I got.. it.. right.. here And if you want war, I am.. your.. nigh-tmare This is all I know, it's bang bang I hustle and slang slang My block.. I hang hang Who am I Lil' Wayne, man I represent CMB My cell is ten in heat I usually get in beef Was taught that it's him or me I pop head-bustas quick I rock here for my brick I chop that, I'ma () My shop here () I always.. thug in black And always.. bustin' gats Your girly's.. fuckin' back Now how you... lovin' that Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X) Hot Boys wodie, respect us Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords It's warfare, you betta, vest up But if you ain't scared, they blow, your sets up [Lil' Wayne] Listen, listen I give it to 'em how they ask me Raw and nasty Tha AK, I pack it Believe I'm 'bout that action Slash a busta like a fraction I'm on that yolla Standin' on tha corner with one sleeve over my shoulder Ride on your block, I see a dozen of weak jerks Now it's time for your momma ta order a dozen of T-shirts For only half-a brick I'll blast tha fifty And I ain't gon' stop shootin' 'til I jam tha clip Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what But it's about ta get ugly Ya'll betta call people up I'm about ta start shovin' my sawed-off between your guts Wayne 'bout ta (cugghh-gghh-gghh) ball people up Ya'll betta duck When it get real, they hide from me But, all them bustas 'bout ta get killed, I'm tired of it Man, I'm thuggin' 'til tha day I.. I die, cousin Weezy Wee.. let 'em burn, bring tha fire truck in... (whoooo!) (Chorus 2x) Nigga, let it be known I'll come blow up your home Take a few blunts to tha dome And.. show up alone Just me and my.. flame-torch Wayne start.. danger Walked with my head down like a stranger, and banged ya Burnin' off that Hennesy Some-a ya'll be feminine Bounce in with a twitch Leave 'em crawlin' out a ditch God damn... son of a shhh!.. Don't speak I cocked that, and let it go, tssss!.. Give 'em heat Your cheese, I got.. ta.. get.. paid I'm goin' all out, no matter what.. it.. takes I.. was.. raised.. up on.. that.. paper Kill-for-the-scrill was.. in.. my.. nature Tote M1's and keep.. tha.. block.. hot Sell wrong colts to keep.. my.. glock.. hot Never add taxes to.. my.. price, man And if a boy play, I ride.. at.. night, man What! (Chorus 3x) [Juvenile} Uh, uh, uh Say Lil' Weezy You did this one here, ya heard me They ain't gon' never get weared out from this one It's like they said, boy In tha year 2000, it's all about Wayne It's your chrome, man, run that thang 17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown Do that there Huh, huh, huh, huh

You Make Me Sick

PINK "Can't Take Me Home"
*Spoken* They make me sick I know I feel you, that's why we gotta stick together Yep Yep Yep *laughs* I know it... Chorus: You make me sick I want you and I'm hatin it Got me lit like a candlestick Get too hot when you touch the tip, I'm feelin it, I gotta getta grip And it's drivin me crazy baby don't you quit Can't get enough of it You got me goin again Baby, you got me goin again You make me sick He was doing 8-0 on the freeway In the 6 double O, bumpin Isley He was gettin kinda close, kinda touch-ay Cuz he had a little too much Hennessey He told me that he wanna go home, with me up on the hill to my condo Told me he would keep it all on the low-low But I told him, boo, I don't really know though He got closer to me...it started gettin deep He had me in a zone when he started to show me things I never saw before Baby was smooth but I knew it was game Hell-of-a cool but you men are the same The way he licked his lips and touched my hips I knew that he was slick Repeat Chorus In the 6 now, so hot Gotta pull all the windows down Eyes lead and I'm thinkin bout the sheets now Wonderin should I really take it there now He told me he would make it worth it Again, how many times have I heard this Kinda funny, but I wasn't even nervous Well his slick-ass lines was kinda workin I felt my knees get weak...his body was callin me Just couldn't take the heat Anyway it was 2 or 3, I had to get off the streets Baby was cool but I knew it was game Said, he was too schooled to be screamin my name Even though we made the best of it I still told him this... Repeat Chorus Repeat Chorus 2x Can't..no no no Oh, you make me sick I want you and I'm hatin it...hatin it...hatin it

Hudson Ny

Lo-tel
You can find the truth in late night television You just gotta use the eyes that you were given Yes you can It can help you find the things that you were missing Things like Star Trek, Ab-flex and God who sends this message Straight to you From the heart Chorus Yeah Jesus loves an asshole I know Kenneth Copeland told me so He's got his own T.V show yeah he must know T.V offers more than just religious guidance It can help you solve the problems of your love life too Yes it can It can blow your mind with 1800 numbers You can speak to girls who know how to cure loneliness Yes they can I can't wait Chorus 2 Yeah T.V loves an asshole I know Telecafe showed me so It's got it's own T.V show Yeah they must know Hey Jesus loves an asshole I know Kenneth Copeland told me so He's got his own T.V show yeah he must know You can even shop on late night television You could buy a book and maybe even read it Yes you can I read one that told me T.V's quite addictive I prefer to call it a two way interactive Yes I do And I should know Repeat Chorus 2

Ride On

TQ
Ride On (Featuring Lil Wayne) Written by T. Quaites, F. Crumb D. Carter So u think it ain't right the way I give mine and what you describe well let me tell u like this when I didn't have nothing there weren't nobody giving me nothing so I had to make something happen the only way i know how was probably go down ¡®cos everybody was singin' and rappin' I get my ride on (Chorus) ride on (ride on) with all of my niggas so what u hear me say right one, ¡®cos it's ¡®bout to get bigger but I still gotto ride on to get up on top ¡®cos he told me not to leave it a lot that must keep lights on I was reading in the paper yesterday say they cleaning up the streets around my way to many niggas on the corner couldn't make no money if u wonna and not one time riding through everyday so I'm thinking like things ¡®bout to get a whole lot better black 64 with a truck full of chedder picture my homies all born in the ghetto with a packet off iceburg sweat listen to me when my mama stop working I can stop this shit but until that day u gotta deal with this I told y'all I'm a stay real with this still make a couple mil with this (Chorus) (Rap by Lil' Wayne) On good times this stuff is often meter warn your people Wayne is a walking heater flames all over the game s all over I told y'all niggas now your reigns all over listen, don't play with me that's ¡®cos I strap up quick but holla tips and glack clips and my niggas they don't spray quickly thats ¡®cos I kiss my ride on it time to kill niggas ¡®cos the lights on bandana tied on plant em over ice ten I brick the price it's raw with no slice I'm duckin' blue and whites and yellow drive presser guns off my dresser set ¡®em on my leather see I just told ¡®m to ride like that so I'm a be like that thats how I get come weaziwee like that I'm from the streets like that and on these streets I'm gonna die the G-code is what we live by for every buy (Chorus)

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