Interested in Cryptocurrency?
Visit best CoinMarketCap alternative. Real time updates, cryptocurrency price prediction...

BREAD lyrics - Manna

Truckin'

Original and similar lyrics
Truckin' down the highway Get outta my way Always in a hurry Always in between That's where you can find me Truckin' down the highway Sittin' in the cab of A ten ton machine Gettin' pretty tired of stoppin' In old run down cafes Some day I'm gonna find me a woman Rich enough to pay my way Gonna make some inroads Drivin' home a payload Truckin' down the highway Like you never seen Gettin' pretty tired of lookin' In truck stop cabarets Some day I'm gonna find me a woman Rich enough to pay my way Then you're gonna find me Truckin' down the highway Sittin' in the back of A long limousine

Get Rich To This

GOODIE MOB "World Party"
Chorus: Goodie Mob We peel out sideways (get rich to this) We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this) Thank God for Friday's (get rich to this) Hey hey hey hey!! (get rich to this) We peel out sideways (get rich to this) We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this) Thank God for Friday's (get rich to this) Say say say say!! (get rich to this) [Backbone] It'll be all slipp-ery, slick wid it Automatically I'm the shit wid it I'm psyched out, Sic-Wid-It like E-40 and The Click wid it He sucker MC better know about it I make your girlfriend hoe about it I make a muh'fucka know about it; somebody better tell him Cock it back, hit a lick wid it Keep it workin drop a brick wid it Off the block, serve a nig wid it Whip a brand new whip wid it Apartment flow, you ain't know Look here lil girl it come equipped wid it She freaky deaky lick her lips wid it She thick thick wid it Jump, stump, twist wid it Make em make em make em scrap wid it Tear da club up, champagne campaign wid it Party people do your thang wid it I get to it y'all; I get the funds then I split wid it A natural born money maker nitty-grit wid it Ha I get rich y'all Chorus [Cee-Lo] Ha.. boy I done bought D's wid dis Big bout-it Benz car keys wid dis Condos in the Cancun summer breeze wid dis And you know, doin good fo' sho' I'm gettin rich too hollerin out Calhoun know Nigga; nickeled and dimed and did dirt for dis Do a show and sweat up my good shirt for dis Snap back to toast I'll haveta hurt for dis So when I get me a lil' bit I'ma wear my shit and if I lose it, I ain't gon' cry about it I ain't no dummy god damnit I ain't about to die about it But fuck wid me though, I'll let a few fly about it Don't test me boy, because I about it! So I'm the major money maker, motherfuck these niggaz Keep yo' eyes on amounts, accounts and some bankers Get high, get fly, til you get it, gettin by Don't switch get krunk get drunk get rich [T-Mo] From the bottom to the top now it's hot; keepin it heated People about to see they chasin after cash in the ass Suckers crash on the blast from the past Goodie Mo.B. Backbone and OutKast, whatchu think this was, black Take your sorry ass watch me blow, turnin my lyrics in the flow This is how it go, and it go, perfect picture paintin Million dollar hold in the Cascade, in the shade Well I'se gon' get paid to dis, and find a wife to dis I'm bout to cut, like a knife to dis and find dat, and find dat, top top, we get rich to dis, yeah! Chorus [Big Boi] The Goodie they call me, they wanted a player to bust to this I'm takin this thang, slow slow motion just can't rush with this We all in the family, what have we, I think we done found a freak hoe People all in my wallet hopin to frolic we gon' see hoe just hold up; you know my pockets swoll up I'ma let you suck my dick to meet your quota and you're fine, kinda shorter But I made this money before you got a Toyota and Explorer And when I'm off in the mall gettin fresh, I'm gon' ignore ya Look at the earrings, the gold chains, the diamonds around my neckpiece The leather suede snake Elizabeth all up on my left B Hoe look at all these emeralds and these rubies and my gold teeth Thinkin a nigga spiritual tryin to build but you don't know me See there's more than meets the ear so we can ball that's if we chose to Move back I'm droppin the top and yes it's mine and gul it's new too [Khujo] Sign yo' grill wid dis Canary yellow bowlin ball silk drawers wid dis Crushed velvet diamond cut, y'all get wreck wid dis [Gipp] Tonight, Gipp get woozy Might step outside and might catch me a floozie Some loozy double-stitched hoochie Y'all chase records while we chase coochie [Kuhjo] The realest Down South hot two, in your face like kabuki Get krunk, don't be no lame brain top bankhead Props, I'm prayin wid dis [Gipp] Boys on the ave, flood shots to dis Girls in the club flirt out to dis State your name baby and get rich to dis Chorus (to fade)

Not Responsible

DEEP PURPLE "Perfect Strangers"
(Blackmore/Glover/Gillan/Lord/Paice) Found some money in an old black jacket I'm going out tonight, gonna find me a woman or two I don't know how long it'll last But I never regret the past When I wake up tomorrow, I'll be looking around for you I got no reason to be down at the station I got no ticket, but I'm gonna take a fucking ride Don't care where I go I never seem to know I never had a penny, but I never wondered why Oh no, I never wondered why If I'm cold I need some heat If I'm hungry then I eat I'm not responsible I woke up this morning and I couldn't find my shoes It's one long party and I haven't seen the sun for days I'd take you out tonight, but I'm just a little light So let's go out anyway, you'll be amazed I take my woman to the palace dancing I never coulda made it but the doorman is a friend of mine So I raise a glass to you, the foot is on the other shoe You can pay the bill and while you're at it pick up mine Oh, no no, I don't mind If it rains I stay inside If I'm scared I run and hide I'm not responsible, oh no.

Sugar Mama

BONNIE RAITT "Home Plate"
Sittin here worryin' While your lookin to find yourself Somebody else Me lovin' you and wantin' you baby And you not knowin' what you want yourself Why do you treat me so mean It hurts so bad All you wanna do is just sit around and jive You dont' even know this woman's alive Sittin' here worryin' Knowin' your liikin' to find yourself Ain't gonna be no sugar mama no more You can't have love when your keepin' score All you pretty boys used to catch my eye I just want a man I can satisfy Ain't gonna be no sugar mama no more Instrumental and Repeat

Harms Way

ANTHRAX "Volume 8: The Threat Is Real"
Here comes the biggest asshole that the whole world's ever seen Watch as things turn to something I never, I never meant to be Call it a side effect of my arrested development Here with you I'm trapped, I'm trapped, out of my element I tear through all this wreckage Wreckage you left when you dropped the bomb Is there something worth saving Or do I act, I act like nothing's wrong The lesser of two evils gives me, gives me nothing at all Lust and madness, murder and mayhem My whole life's been about playing It's all so surreal Maybe that's why I touch but can't feel Sittin' pretty, as I sit up straight Trying to find means to an end I move into harms way I move into harms way I see my face in the mirror I feel my feet but I can't seem to walk in my shoes When it hurts I feel closer to you Closer than you ever knew And the bottom line is knowing I will die and the worms will eat me The bottom line is knowing Ain't no one else I can be Lust and madness, murder and mayhem My whole life's been about playing It's all so surreal Maybe that's why I touch but can't feel Sittin' pretty, as I sit up straight Trying to find means to an end I move into harms way Running steady, smile on my face Trying to find means to an end I move into harms way I move into harms way Sittin' pretty as I, running steady as I, sittin' pretty as I sit up straight Running steady, smile on my face Trying to find means to an end I move into harms way I move into harms way

Caution

GRATEFUL DEAD "Anthem Of The Sun"
(Do Not Stop on Tracks) I went down one day, I went down one day to see a Gypsy woman, Just one old day, yes I did, I want to find out, I want to find out, I want to find out, I want to find out now, What's wrong with me and my baby. We ain't gettin' down like we used to do, I mean it's pretty good now, but there was a time, When it didn't work too well. I went down to see this Gypsy woman, you understand, I told her my story, I told her what was goin' on. And she told me, man she said, all you need, all you need, She said all you got to have, oh Lord, Just a touch of Mojo's hand, oh bring it back on, And it feels pretty good, yes indeed.

Was it funny? Share it with friends!