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Bad Examples lyrics - Bad Is Beautiful

Statue By My Phone

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Saturday night I stayed home waiting Sunday I thought she might call I don't go out, I don't go nowhere I'm like a statue by my telephone Maybe she's looking for my number Maybe she's looking for it everywhere She could break this spell I'm under I could come to life if I knew she cared I don't go out, I don't go nowhere I'm like a statue by my telephone I stay at home, I don't do nothing I keep on thinking she might call I'm like a statue by my phone Sunday night I'm feeling lonely Feel my heart as it turns to stone She could be my one and only But all I ever hear is my dial tone I don't go out, I don't go nowhere I'm like a statue by my telephone I stay at home, I don't do nothing I keep on thinking she might call I'm like a statue by my phone I keep on thinking she might call I'm like a statue by my phone

Dis Iz Da Life

ST. LUNATICS "Free City"
[talking] Man, I've been thinking What you've been thinking about man Ever since Country Grammar done spent seven million Millions I told you That shit's been crazy Shit's been frucking crazy, I tell ya [Chorus - Ali & Murphy Lee] Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, I'm lovin that Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and leave the spot Before the haters who ain't fuckin shoot up the parking lot Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, I'm lovin that Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and leave the spot Before the haters who ain't fuckin shoot up the parking lot Maaaaaan, this is the life [Murphy Lee] Ay yo, I'm Chachee Acolla, dirty, I know ya heard me 'Cause I'm forty-eight plus negative thirty, Murphy perverted And you know that, be in strip clubs where the shows at Keep a show packed, ay, Yella Mack, where my dough at Herky got my quarter-0 sack and blunt papers Quick to rip and rap roll that, my life saver Playa hater hater, Lunatic rhyme maker I'm the arm, the leg, the leg, arm, head maker Call me when you finna' break up, you can't take a I take curr (care) a that, it be ok when we wake up Short so I gotta lay-up, no dunkin for me I sport the ten, ain't no puntin for me Murphy Lee the school boy's what you want me to be So I'm a be that, for six D-I-G-I-Ts I'm a L-U-N-A-T-I-C, 'bout to B-L-O-W-U-P, c'mon [Chorus] [Kyjuan] Y'all be hatin a lot 'cause we makin a lot I be's that nigga like Vacant Lot I'm achin hot, check what you got to get in the spot I'm takin a shot before I pull up on the lot It's V.I.P. parkin, walked in sparkin Ain't nobody chargin, feelin like a sergeant They all linin up, all nines and up And I better make my choice, the nights windin enough Long skirt, cornrows, she's fine enough Dressed in black, black suit and my brim be black With a Cardinal bird on it, my team gon' blow Nigga, I put my word on it, my team shoots well That's if I had a curve on it, no standin in line (who, me) My coat got fur on it, I'm a slide right in And I keep a room key, ain't no need for no pin I got Sugar Daddy partyin wit' me, man, bring mo' friends [Chorus] [Nelly] Check it It ain't my fault I was born with Country Grammar and talk, ma' No ma', I ain't hurt, that's just my walk, ma' Slight limp son, you know, to Simpson I keep it burgged out, play your cards right you get some Call me Kane when ya sayin my name, the lips numb I'm talkin brains in the back of the Range, (been done) I be's like only five-ten, weighin one-seven-one But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bum Be like 'oh Nelly, can I call you Mr. Hanes' Whichever one just made you came, then that'll be thy name The one they couldn't tame, I ain't speakin from the vain I'm speakin from the change, the rapper and the chain The high rise, overlookin ducks and thangs I can see you're fascinated by the trucks and thangs On Q, when she hopped on the tip my man She must've been a vivrant thang, a vivrant thang, ay All my niggas, if you wit' me let me know, (why) Who keep it hotter in the night than in the day (I) 'You boys for real', 'you fakin' at the same time Gotta set the game tight 'cause some a y'all ain't playin right [Chorus] [talking] Ever since that Country Grammar shit, you know, this has been the life Man, I don't know, I've been thinking I don't man, like, everywhere I fucking go they all know that 'down, down, baby' shit Maybe it's nothing changed, it's the other people around them changing Everybody else around you changed, I have noticed that, I noticed that Maybe, maybe... You just try to do what you've been tryin to do from day one You know, it's like everybody with you until this shit happens Once the shit happens, nobody rolls with you anymore Everybody wants to be like, you know 'fuck him' You know what I'm sayin (both) Maaaan, this is the life!

No, No, No (Remix)

JAE MILLZ
[Jae Millz] Yea . . . you know we had to do this right here All hoods, stand up All rude bwoys [Cam'Ron] It's the remix, Killa, Dip Set Harlem, mo say, chrome holla at me [Verse] Doggy I seldom stunt, but got some pell 'em stunts Call 'em dunts, tell them hoes go sell them cunts Roll hella blunts, and I'm only gonna tell you once (No, No, No) So you should tell a friend, to tell a friend, to tell a bitch Tele-a-thon, telescope, televise, can tell I'm rich Cause I sell my bricks, call hoes pultry that smell like fish, bitch You rockin' Dada Dot, me I keep a Prada box Ak', gotta rock the rocks, now I got the rock of Roc's (Minimum) And I cop a top, ak chop a glock, suede, beige, knock a knock System in the drop of drops, get the mobstered mopped Get the poppas popped, top a top, shot the pawn Dog, they'll be shotters shot, I done shot a lot Shot the nine, shot the rock, sure shot, shot for sure But I'm secure, no security, killa keep glocks and fours Plus blocks of raw, probably popped your whore But I'm not for sure, bitch wanna hop aboard Hit up the docks and shores (No, No, No) [T.I.] I know these ho niggaz hate this, I know this niggaz hate this Fake until you make it nigga If I wanted to be me as long as wanted to be I'd hate me too nigga, you know [Verse] It's your decision, we can do it however you want to Fight or shoot it out, look the choice is on you You could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don't fool Young pimpin' wont lose nigga (No, no, no) We can beef if you choose, but if we comparing the crews If we ever meet cha, we gotcha for keepin' ya jewels Keep your raps on the beats . . . and the talkin and keep talkin Cause is that what you wanna do nigga (No, no, no) Well I suggest you invest in vests and count your blessings Keep that smith and wessun, heckler cotch, whatever you got Cause what I come with too heavy to cock, clearing the block Nigga beggin' me to stop talkin' bout (No, no, no) Ain't this what you niggaz wanted to get, wanted with Tip? Get hit up in your stomach then get hit for runnin' ya lips Spit each and everyone in the clip, and one in your whip Ambulence just wasted a trip (Come if you want to man) Combat time, was flat lines, to back grime Nigga runnin' actin' like a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm) When the lead flyin' it's bed time, the head lyin' The paper in the morning saying (No, no, no) [Jae Millz] Yo I been spittin, been gifted, been crazy flow Wize, been attent, shit you can call me Benjamin Brethren, I don't ball with dopes And you can call me anything you want, just don't call me broke (No, no, no) Most hated, M to the izz H phenomenal Get up and one'll stretch, direct through your abdominal I'm warning you, stop your blood clot cryin' Stop lyin' cause theres no stop in dyin' (No, no, no) Picture me passing my chain, or getting smacked by a lame That's like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane It just dont sound right, I get your team devoured So don't even TINK about it (No, no, no) you just a server shorty, I'll leave ya king stun I'm a king son, in Kingston, I bling dumb Only rapper you seen walkin' icey in the terrordome Holla back, how real is that (No, no, no) No I don't wanna stop, I gotta 'em sick So I'mma keep going, keep flowin' Benz backin' up so I'ma keep rollin' bent And I'm stilla heavy spitter, plus I'm good with the pitbull The tech missiles and the heavy hitters SUCKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS [Jae Millz] Those my peoples, N Y C Killa, Dip Set They know, T.I. grand hustle What up They know who I am Jae Millz, call me whatever, just don't call me broke Wanna WHAT!?

Girlfriend

BLACKSTREET "Finally"
(Teddy) Blackstreet, JJ Come on Uh, uh, uh, uh Yeah, what what (Teddy and Janet) What's up girlfriend? What's up boyfriend? Show me my girlfriend Meet my boyfriend This is my girlfriend This is my boyfriend So what's up girlfriend? So what's up boyfriend? Yeah you know, uh huh, what's up? (Teddy of Blackstreet) I can't get her off my back Give her a little love she don't know how to act She be gettin' mad 'cause I don't want her back I didn't know honey gets down like that Now girl I gotta watch us pack This female is a fatal attract Maybe 'cause she got zipper to jack She didn't know I puts it down like that, that's why... Girlfriend on the phone Call me all day on the telephone Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone Played me once, won't leave me alone She keep paging me, calling me, stalking me, hawkin' me Followin' me, telling me that she lovin' me But my girlfriend said, just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it Uh, pick it up JJ one time (Janet Jackson) I can't get him out of my hair Had the boy playin' truth or dare Callin' my phone this is where I be Boy said, sweetie you're my main squeeze It's 2am and he's back again Arms on his waist, all in my way Boy there must be more spice than this Boyfriend on the phone Call me all day on the telephone Blowin' up my beeper 'cause he ready to bone Played me once, won't leave me alone He keep paging me, calling me, stalking me, hawkin' me Followin' me, telling me that he's lovin' me But my baby said, just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it (Ja-Rule) Yeah, turn the lights off, it's about to get plenty dark You wasn't smart, you started fuckin' Jah with your heart If I ripped it apart don't hate me, thank me baby If my world was yours it would drive you crazy 'Cause I love what I do, like fuckin' you hoes and soon Talk to your tears until you feel there's something to prove And with nothing to lose I can see you being a tease You fuckin' with me, just know we fuckin' for free Yeah I know that you was lost, first bite had you tossed E-V-E, caramel skin bitch cost And before you stroke the kitty nigga better break off Nigga wanna fuckin' run, better shake off Show me something, diamonds and the furs ain't nothin' Impress me, bless me with a Hummer, think I'm frontin'? Big cat with the big gat ready to fuck One nutt you done screamin' damn baby I'm stuck (Ja-Rule) Why in the world would you continue to run my way? Got hit once, found out that I don't play What the deal mami? Who pushed you through the irony of Fuckin' and suckin' me, splitin' the coke with me Yeah you use to have me flippin' All your ex-hoes had me bitchin' Daddy, I never front, your dick game keep me twitchin' (no doubt) How can you deny this freak? Shhh...no need to speak, just meet me on Blackstreet (Teddy of Blackstreet) Girlfriend on the phone Call me all day on the telephone Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone Played me once, won't leave me alone (Janet) Boyfriend on the phone You call me all day on the telephone Blowin' up my pager 'cause he ready to bone Played me once, won't leave me alone (Teddy) Girlfriend on the phone Call me all day on the telephone Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone Played me once, won't leave me alone (Janet) Boyfriend on the phone You call me all day on the telephone Blowin' up my pager 'cause he ready to bone Played me once, won't leave me alone (Both) Boy/Girlfriend on the phone Call me all day on the telephone Blowin' up my beeper 'cause s/he ready to bone Played me once, won't leave me alone S/he keep paging me, calling me, stalking me, hawkin' me Followin' me, telling me that he lovin' me But my baby/girlfriend said, just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it (Teddy) We out

I'm Serious (Long Way To Go)

JOE BUDDEN "Mood Muzik 3: For Better Or For Worse"
[Intro - Joe Budden - talking] Ya mean? (my niggaz, uh) Uh, talk to 'em [DJ On Point - talking over Intro/Chorus] (This shit right here is called Long Way To Go) Featuring Mr. Probz Shout out to Soulsearchin' on the beat [Chorus - Mr. Probz - w/ ad libs] Feet are tired and the pain shows It's such a long way to go now, such a long way to go Gotta be strong by myself now, such a long road My soul's so cold, weak in all my bones But I gotta work hard just to reach my goals Such a long way to go, so many miles left but I'm here now, yeah (DJ On Point) [Verse 1 - Joe Budden] Yo, yo, please Lord somethin gotta give (dog) They say for every negative, there's a positive (dog) But I ain't positive, for every buck deposited (dog) We still in the hood, livin like hostages and never mind colleges School of Hard Knocks scholarship, dealin with politics I would just sell success in the store, if I could bottle it But, I ain't a millionaire, won't see me in Forbes son Life is like a (Beach Chair), when you can afford one (oh!) Ruger loaded, just in case the war come Might as well, everything is comin to the forefront Need a clear head just to think And fuck a (Drink N My 2 Step) nigga, I'm two steps from a drink The pressure either bust pipes or it make diamonds No matter how high up the mountain, I stay climbin Freedom I keep chancin (oh) So if I fall like Beyonce, I just get back up and keep dancin [Chorus - w/ ad libs] (Yo Mouse, talk to 'em) [Break - Joe Budden] Never been a goal that I couldn't reach (uh) Never been a lesson I couldn't teach I done been through the World and back Fuck school, I got all the facts All I do is stand tall (stand tall) When they got my back against the wall When it's game time, all we do is ball My niggaz'll be here in one call (one call), one call (one call) When shit get heavy, all I do is pick up the phone Ain't gotta go through nothin alone When shit get heavy, all I do is pick up the phone Ain't gotta walk through this World alone, if I'm on my own [Break 2 - Mr. Probz] Keep on standin on my own two feet Everytime that I cry, when I sweat, when I bleeeeed See nothin can stop me, no nothin except meeeee [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Verse 2 - Joe Budden] Uh, let me talk to 'em real quick, la-look, look I'm chasin after pies With bags under my eyes You lookin at my representative mask, it's a disguise And I don't do things like I used to The past is the past (but I'm), I'm presently thinkin about the future Certain niggaz bettin I fall I'm speed joggin through the quicksand, I'm jugglin three medicine balls See I'm comin up, used20to share a room with two cellmates Now I tower over the Devil but this ain't "Hell Date" Long way to go, I see my feet gettin blisters I dare 'em talk to me like Mike Richards Or play Don Imus and think it's cool to disrespect our sisters I guess we got a while 'fore they actually get the picture I think about Virginia Tech, think about Katrina Niggaz that caught Sean Bell slippin with the nina A day before the wedding, safety off the weapon Though all these things play in my head, I keep steppin (oh!) [Chorus - w/ Joe Budden ad libs] [Outro - Joe Budden - talking] That On Top Music! Naw mean? Uh, a uh, uh, Joey Team Jump Off Oh, uh, you in that? Yes! [DJ On Point - talking over Outro] Shout out to mixtrap.com My nigga Burr, Roundtable Management Can't forget my nigga LRM, follow the future

Let It Go

Clarks
Good days, bad days, pioneers of love and hope and sex and dreams and Sunny came clear Everything reminds me of my baby Late night, skin tight, dresser drawers going down on dirty boulevard five and dime store whores Everything reminds me of my baby I keep thinking maybe time will mend this broken down I keep thinking I'm not crazy Redwood, gold dust radio plays everything from High and Dry to Sunny Came Home All these songs remind me of my baby Fake bake Holly wouldn't give a shit wears everything from corduroy jeans to double knit All these girls are nothing like my baby I keep thinking maybe time will mend this broken down I keep thinking I'm not crazy I keep thinking maybe time will heal ‘cause drugs don't help I'll stop singing songs about my… Can anyone tell me why the things that are meant to stay they turn and go? Can anyone tell me why we lust after the things we'll never know? I'll just have to let it go Good times, bad times, red times blue equals Special K's psychedelic satin purple shoe I've done some foolish things but who can blame me Good night, sleep tight, pioneers of lust and guns and hate and greed and Sunny knows fear If God don't kill me I know she's gonna save me I keep thinking maybe time will mend this broken down I keep thinking I'm not crazy Can anyone tell me why the things that are meant to stay they turn and go? Can anyone tell me why we lust after the things we'll never know? I'll just have to let it I'll just have to let it I'll just have to let it go Let it go Let it go Let it go Let it go Let it go Let it go

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