BOSTON lyrics - Don't Look Back

Feelin' Satisfied

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(Scholz) Well come on All you people The time has come to get together You gotta have a little rock 'n' roll music To get you through the stormy weather And do whatever you feel when you let go Nothin's gonna help you more than rock 'n' roll So come on, put you hands together You know it's now or never Take a chance on rock 'n' roll Ooo are you feelin' satisfied Come on let us give your mind a ride Ooo are you ready tonight Come on let us give your mind a ride You can do what you like Come on let us give your mind a ride Oh that funky feelin' Is what you need to get you through You oughta know I'll tell you somethin' Don't let your troubles get to you 'Cause win or lose it's alright Well take control And nothin's gonna help you more than rock 'n' roll So come on Put you hands together You know it's now or never Take a chance on rock 'n' roll Ooo are you feelin' satisfied Come on let us give your mind a ride Ooo are you ready tonight Come on let us give your mind a ride You can do what you like Come on let us give your mind a ride

You Can't Stop Rock And Roll

TWISTED SISTER
HERE IT COMES, YOU'RE NEVER GONNA TOP IT ON A RUN, NO WAY YOU CAN STOP IT TOTAL STYLE, PERFECTION IN DECAY RUNNING WILD, FLAT OUT ALL THE WAY NOW YOU CAN RIDE IT HIGH AND YOU CAN LIGHT THE WAY LIFT UP YOUR HANDS IN PRAISE YOU CAN'T STOP ROCK 'N' ROLL YOU CAN'T STOP ROCK 'N' ROLL YOU CAN'T STOP ROCK 'N' ROLL LIKE A CHARGING BULL, IT'S A JUGGERNAUT WITH STEAM AT FULL, NEVER TO BE CAUGHT INCARNATE POWER, ROARING FROM THE SKY WHILE OTHERS COWER, ROCK AIN'T GONNA DIE NOW YOU CAN RIDE IT HIGH AND YOU CAN LIGHT THE WAY LIFT UP YOUR HANDS IN PRAISE YOU CAN'T STOP ROCK 'N' ROLL YOU CAN'T STOP ROCK 'N' ROLL YOU CAN'T STOP ROCK 'N' ROLL IT'S AN ANGRY STEED, ON A NEVER ENDING COURSE WITH GRACE AND SPEED IT'S AN UNRELENTING FORCE HIS HEAD THROWN BACK, DEFIANTLY PROUD UNDER CONSTANT ATTACK, IT'S BLASTING, FAST AND LOUD NOW YOU CAN RIDE IT HIGH AND YOU CAN LIGHT THE WAY LIFT UP YOUR HANDS IN PRAISE YOU CAN'T STOP ROCK 'N' ROLL YOU CAN'T STOP ROCK 'N' ROLL YOU CAN'T STOP ROCK 'N' ROLL CAN'T STOP, CAN'T YOU STOP IT CAN'T STOP YOU CAN'T STOP IT CAN'T STOP, CAN'T YOU STOP IT CAN'T STOP YOU CAN'T STOP IT CAN'T STOP, CAN'T YOU STOP IT CAN'T STOP YOU CAN'T STOP IT CAN'T STOP, CAN'T YOU STOP IT CAN'T STOP YOU CAN'T STOP IT

As I Rock-n-roll

ESHAM "Bootleg: From the Lost Vault, Vol. 1"
Well as I rock-n-roll and sell yo' soul No sell out but still sold out a funky drummer I'll roll out and must hold out Until 1999 when my people expire The you'll die from Reel Life like fire The unholy witch and his bag of tricks Step aside from the best and catch the hex To come so check the index Of your Bible made ya prepare me for my title The U-N-holy, like ya told me Brothas under estimated and don't know me This is a prophecy that's bound to come true In mind, it's in your mind, out ya mind, ya mind blew Some more than ease start prayin' to stop these poisonous lyrics of death and diesease Can't freeze, I think below but still flow Suckas are scared, I'm gettin' paid off the devil I'ma use it, kinda confuse it Never abuse it, cuz it's that music It's that head bangin' acid rap Unholy's back to bust yo' ear drum with the wicket track Take the tack, to break the back to back the fact I rock the house whether white or black So if I sold the soul to rock the gold To jam the jam with a mic in my hand, you're like damn There that brotha go enough to smother another And make 'em suffer cuz it's no other Than the acid rap, I'll never pass it or gas it All I ask is that you play it as a flow To a rhythm that makes 'em break out into a sweat I'm solid as Sadam Hussein, I gotta check

Three Chord Country And American Rock & Roll

KEITH ANDERSON "Three Chord Country And American Rock & Roll"
Yeah... How 'bout a little fiddle? That sounds good Cut of Wranglers an' bikini's on the Rarrow(?) Bridge Dive into the river then climb up an' jump again When the sun is settin' we head down to the beer barn Grab a couple keggers then we roll out to the farm Where's the band now? Park our pick-ups in a circle Let the tailgates down Laugh while everybody's gettin' drunk as Cooter Brown Crankin' everything from Brooks & Dunn to Areosmith Out here in the country that's the way we get our kicks Yeah... Like ta' keep in simple y'all In everything we do Got our own kind of laid back livin' If you don't mind Thank you We love the kind of music You can feel down in your soul Give us Three Chord Country And American Rock & Roll We like to pick our guitars with the neighbors all night long Sip on Granny's moonshine as we sing Bocephus songs Listen to ol' Grandad preach about Red, White, An' Blue An' how he kicked Hitler's ass in 1942 Yeah... Like ta' keep in simple y'all In everything we do Got our own kind of laid back livin' If you don't mind Thank you We love the kind of music You can feel down in your soul Give us Three Chord Country And American Rock & Roll Old dogs An' watermelon wine Does us just fine Little pink houses An' I walk the line It doesn't take much Ta' have ourselves a good time Yeah... Like ta' keep in simple y'all In everything we do Got our own kind of laid back livin' If you don't mind Thank you We love the kind of music You can feel down in your soul Give us Three Chord Country And American Rock & Roll Yeah... Give Three Chord Country... And American Rock & Roll... Tell me now... Does fortworth ever cross your mind, now darling I'm wanted dead or alive...

The Seed

THE ROOTS
I[Verse 1: Black Thought] Knocked up 9 months ago And what she finna have she don't know She want neo-soul, this hip-hop is old She don't want no rock-n-roll She want platinum or ice or gold She want a whole lotta somethin' to fold If you a obstacle she just drop ya cold Cuz one monkey don't stop the show Little Mary is bad In these streets she done ran E'er since when the heat began I told the girl look here Calm down I'ma hold your hand To enable you to peep the plan Cuz you is quick to learn And we can make money to burn If you allow me the latest game I don't ask for much, but enough room to spread my wings And the world finna know my name [Verse 2: Cody Chesnutt] I don't ask, for much these days And I don't bitch, and whine, if I don't get my way I only wanna fuck another behind my lover's back I sit and watch it grow standin' where I'm at Fertilize another behind my lover's back And I'm keepin' my secrets mine I push my seed in her bush for life Its gonna work because I'm pushin' it right If Mary drops my baby girl tonight I would name her Rock-N-Roll [Verse 3: Black Thought] Uh-huh Cadillac need space to roam Where we headin for she don't know We in the city where the pros shake rattle and roll And I'm a gaddang rollin' stone I don't beg I can hold my own I don't break I can hold the chrome And this weighin' a ton and I'm a son of a gun My code name is The Only One and Black Thought is bad These streets he done ran ever since when the game began I never played the fool Matta fact I be keepin' it cool Since money been changing hands And I'm left to shine, but the legacy that I leave behind be the seed that'll keep the flame I don't ask for much but enough room to spread these wings And the world finna know my name [Verse 4: Cody Chesnutt] I don't beg For no rich man And I don't scream, and kick, when his shit don't fall in my hands, man Cuz I know how to still Fertilize another against my lover's will I lick the opposition cuz she don't take no pill Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-no dear You'll be keeping my legend alive I push my seed in her bush for life Its gonna work because I'm pushin' it right If Mary drops my baby girl tonight I would name her Rock-N-Roll Oh-ooh break it down, break it down, break down beat [break] I push my seed somewhere deep in her chest I push it naked cuz I've takin my test Deliverin' Mary it don't matter the sex I'm gon' name it rock and roll I push my seed in her bush for life It's gonna work becuz I'm pushin it right If Mary drop my baby girl, tonight I would name her Rock-N-Roll I would name her Rock-N-Roll I would name her Rock-N-Roll yeah I would name it Rock-N-Roll

Slide And Rock On

REDMAN "Dare Iz A Darkside"
Intro: Yo, this blunt is for all the niggaz that was in the holdin pen with me in central booking Welcome to the system [Ha ha ha haaaa! Yeahhh! Motherfuckers! Coming to you live from Newark, New Jersey] [Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up] Fucked up [all night] all night [Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up] Fucked up [all night] all night [Yeah! Coming to you live, straight out of Jersey, motherfucker] Verse One: Rock on, rock on, yo here comes that Funkadelic I come wtter than Purple Rain, I bust brains, the funk Doctor Spock, got the glock, now I'm smokin out your sess spot I rock from here to Bedstuy, I hit the spot like XY Who is that nigga that's comin six billion feet I roll my funk and find tone even smoke up blues with 18th Street I cut massively with sneaky styles like Dick Dastardly Look at the letter-coated afro like my man Shaft would be The new vroom, crisp like chicken and Chinese food I'm just like The Whispers here to put you in the mood [Jumpin Jersey] Yeah you heard me, got more family than the Partridge Roll the red carpet for Red from here to corner markey You're tryin me, I'm a menace of society, right [Yo yo they killed your style] Yo yo, I ain't lettin shit ride Droppin the verbs and nouns, antonyms and homonyms Covering my dick, plus I'm diesel like all of them Chorus: Repeat 2X Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on [somebody, help meeeeee!] Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on [You gotta rock on] Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on Verse Two: My momma used to tell me turn that shit the fuck off So I had to play like Foxy and get off [get off] My shit was thick I bought a clip then cocked my own grip at honeydips Cause moms made enough loot just to pay the bills with, beeitch Selling bags from uptowwwwn Me and Lester put our money together now we got the block locked down 31 to local A-Train's, Hoboken I took the back way, New Jersey transit cops were open I'm hopin, that they don't go inside my boots Cause we had everything, from jewelry to thai-one suits And ClienTEL, I'm drinkin Ballentine L in hell So Redman rock well before our record sell Then my moms crib was jacked by the jealous [And if ya ain't come back] Is what the base-head used to tell us [Yo fellaz!] Our whole scheme sinkin like boats Cause Les mixed biz with pleasure when we shoulda stuck to lactose But every good thing comes to a end With no ends, on the block, sellin weed again My moms tried to make me go to school, I just didn't listen Got locked up, now I'm all in the system, listen Chorus Verse Three: Whassup! I tickle your putty-cars with my loonie raps on groovy tracks, I make new jacks catch convulsions like groupie acts From my city I spread it all like Jiffy It's a mystery, my spliff be live like 145th be I mold like clay, and roll dice just like Andrew I stay strapped just like bamboo, my crewsa got mad handle Whatever, the weather be, I got mental telepathy So throw your bombest rapper and watch me intercept MC's I keep my car underground just like the Lords Even though I'm known, like all the four wheels on the course So let me pull up to your bumper like Grace Jones Cause my shit be WAY off the hook like pay phonesssahh! *dial tone*

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