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CHEAP TRICK lyrics - Heaven Tonight

On The Radio

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On the radio I love the music On the radio It's what they're playing When the radio's on and you And me get crazy Hey, Mister on the radio Please play my favorite song The one where she didn't go away Hey, Mister on the radio You're really my best friend Please play my favorite song for me Hey. Mister on the radio You're with me every day And late at night I turn you on On the radio I love the music On the radio It's what they're playing When the radio's on and you And me get crazy All of the rock and roll DJ's Got their fingers on the world 'Cause they play the songs That make you and me feel so good Turn up your radios And hear the music On the radio This song is playin' When the radio's on And you and me get crazy Radio DJ monologue: one minute the back side of midnight it's me Captain Gonzo ready to roll hot wax anything you want to hear all night its a balmy 73 degrees in Fog City, 71 in the Valley 80 in Santa Cruz (?), but remember if you snooze you lose I'm gonna hang with you, i'll crank it on...so let me know what you want to hear phone lines are open now you say it you KNOW i'm gonna play it and be ready to win when i tell you to call in and whatever you do remember the phrase that pays puts your brain on vacation and let your toes take over keep your pedal to the metal I'll be back in sixty seconds, in the meantime go with it, go for it, go nuts, go completely wild.....

Fight Music

D12 "Devils Night"
[Chorus: Eminem] This kind of music, use it, and you get asked to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know - that's the new shit The type of shit that causes mass confusion and drastic movement of people actin stupid [Kon Artis] I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screamin, 'Let's get it on!' A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street This is fight music! [Bizarre] You know why my hands are so numb (No) Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't come (oh) Smacked this whore for talkin crap (bitch) So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap I fuckin hate you; I'll take your drawers down and rape you While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!) Satan done got me on this song Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john Tired of wearin this yellow thong Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong) Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms Fuck your love songs [Chorus] [Proof] Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come Show you machine gun funk Sixteen m-16's and one pump [click-clack] The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source It's fight music [Swifty McVay] I'm a nigga that loves scuffles And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, 'You hear that' I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink I suffocated my shrink just for talkin Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin It's fight music! [Kuniva] These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em See all these niggaz When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em with premium Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin your life music! [Eminem] If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it Then spit it back in the faces of you racists and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me I came to save these new generations of babies from parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on And this song is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called.. [Chorus] It's fight music!

Poomplex

JME "Boy Better Know - Poomplex >edition 2<"
Yo New Poooomplex I'm clocking them fake rappers Eating oxygen cakes Go home, listen to Boy Better Know I sold more than the box ever made But if you're on my side Chill, relax, and enjoy the ride I'm not a one hit wonder boy Trust me, I make music all the time Someone's [? ] shotting today Everybody's got something to say If I quick this music to my road Half of you guys will have nothing to play See I hear this stuff all the time You think you can write bars like mine Look on your lyric books and you'll find 3, 14159 I only make badboy tunes So when there's all five man in the room All communication stops 'Cause if you don't hear me, then you're doomed You can't test me, you might be yeh pro I don't care, I'm mighty and so When you see my mix album on the shelves, cop that It's a deal like Ikea On the Boy Better Know CD you'll get Bare tunes from JME, you best Play my tunes at full volumes and shout Shh hut yuh muh, rudeboy, poomplex, diickhead You know I'm the best Your favourite MC, there's no contest Lyrically I'm ahead of the rest Poooomplex I wear my own dance Man see me roll on own arms Turn them, shh hut yuh muh, there's no [? ] Rudeboy, wipe your lips, why just [? ] I've got my own T's Man see me and think I got p's Turn them, eyo fam, you know me Still hustlin for my food to eat I only go pops, the? is a must Plus if I can't get into the pool club If not then I'll go make a dub I don't do collabs Hold me down like I've got? But I'm slipping, washboard abs [? ], are you mmmmaad?

Just Another Melody

KARINA PASIAN "Trips To Venus"
[Verse 1:] Never thought I'd feel this way Got rid of all my pain Got it back together from the way back when You were the one I had on my mind Don't take it personal, no Was time to let you go According to what I heard It's better to stay away then (but then) Soon as I saw your face I swore I'd feel the same Memories came rushing all over me But I don't wanna make anymore Sorry if the thrill is gone for me It's too bad because we were a masterpiece. [Hook:] Now all that's left of us is Just another melody Just another song I sing Can't believe you're just Music on my radio Not in love with you no more I'm over you We used to be a symphony You used to be my everything now you're just Just another melody [Verse 2:] Gotta say you had me going I saw you as the only one to cry So many nights alone, and I Was really down boy, Had me hypnotized boy Now you're just an after thought Don't care if you call or not (No) Matter fact don't call at all no (Don't deserve this groove) Sorry if the thrill is gone for me, It's too bad because we were a masterpiece. Now all that's left of us is [Hook:] Just another melody Just another song I sing Can't believe you're just Music on my radio Not in love with you no more I'm over you We used to be a symphony Used to be my everything now you're just Just another melody [Bridge:] Every note that I'm singing is bring me further away Every word that I say And every chord that I play Reminds me day after day that you're just [Hook:] Just another melody Just another song I sing Can't believe you're just Music on my radio Not in love with you no more I'm over you We used to be a symphony You used to be my everything now you're just Just another melody

Listenin' To The Radio

CHELY WRIGHT "Right In The Middle Of It"
(Sunny Russ/Stephony Smith) He wears a Harley Jacket and a kiss me smile. Through his steel blue eyes I can see for miles. He digs big band music and the Rolling Stones. But we listen country when were all alone. 'Cause it makes me crazy. It drives me wild. I like my lovin' country style. Well, were listenin' to the radio. Flyin' down the highway. Feelin' like outlaws. Wind's goin our way. Sittin' right beside him. Hell-bent, holdin' on. Flippin' through the stations. Lookin' for a fast song. Singin' along with the ones we know. Listenin' to the radio. Well, we stop for gas, but not for long. 'Cause that Philco radio keeps us movin' along. He floors that '66 Mustang, rag top 289. While I blow him kisses from the passenger side. 'Cause it makes him crazy. It drives him wild. He likes his lovin' country style Well, were listenin' to the radio. Flyin' down the highway. Feelin' like outlaws. Wind's goin our way. Sittin' right beside him. Hell-bent, holdin' on. Flippin' through the stations. Lookin' for a fast song. Singin' along with the ones we know. Listenin' to the radio. I slide on over when the song slows down. I give him all my love to throw his arms around. We're so in love we never touch the ground. Blastin' through the wind in a wall of sound. Well, were listenin' to the radio. Flyin' down the highway. Feelin' like outlaws. Wind's goin our way. Sittin' right beside him. Hell-bent, holdin' on. Flippin' through the stations. Lookin' for a fast song. Singin' along with the ones we know. Listenin' to the radio.

I'm Me Freestyle

ACE HOOD "Ace Won't Fold"
A say hello to mister cutthroat bodys on the damn flo All about the cash flow like my money in bank rolls These haters pissed they know I'm the shit like my asshole And I'm from the city were fuckin snitches don't last long And I'm in the city were u keep it real or get mashed on Yes that be broward county I love it it's still home If they don't like it a say fuckem still they walls gone And to my city got to meet up with yo mans homes For lot of dell pumping for browder be my damn zone Feel that anyway with it you can get serviced like a cell phone They got that coke it's brightest whitest like a snow cone And I'm me give my all behind this microphone I give my blood sweat in tears in till my casket closed In tell then I'm a givem wat they askin for Hope up out that newest shit louie kicks wavin makon six See me with that square in I'll blow a kiss at yo ladys kid Fuck the politics I am all the shit that I say I am Yes I know I'm blessed am bonnies angel I'm heaven sent That's word to mother mommy never see yo baby quit And know matter how many blocks of haters yo youngin get So f'em all I'm taking over let me in this bitch It's buck buck bang it throw grenades wen I am in the mix I got my hand over they throat in now they shitten bricks I'm climbing to the top and every one is like who is this tellem who the shit ace hood homie And now I'm back I signed my deala for a couple m's And I am next to be the best up in this southern limit And I'm from the city were ther is no mister millionaires And now I'm back I signed my deala for a couple m's And I'm next to be the best up in this southern limit And I'm next to be the best up in the southern limit I'm from the city were there ain't know mister millionaires That's why today I got my deal I cried a hundred tears Cause once I got it promised momma that we out of here My swag changed in I lit up like the city fair I started doing interviews and photo shoots to death These niggas seen it and they hollin bout this shit ain't fair Why he ain't chose me how come he chose him Well play this song back in listen to this shit again Well play this song back in listen to this shit again Well play this song back in listen to this shit again Make sure you comprehend make sure you understand do that just do that do that I am the fuckin man

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