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GRACE JONES lyrics

Hurricane Cradle To The Grave

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From cradle to grave I am woman, I am son! I can give birth to sheep, I can give birth to son! And I can be cool, soft as the breeze, I'll be a hurricane, ripping up trees! I am woman, I am son! I am woman, I am son! Can't see where I run, no matter how far! I am woman, I am son! I can give birth to sheep, I can give birth to son! And I can be cool, soft like the breeze, I'll be a hurricane, ripping up trees! Want some [?] twice a [?] I can see, over candle-light, I'll take care of you, until you die. I can [?] brush, I can [?] screw, When I walk by, flowers will bloom. Want some [?] twice a [?] I'll be a hurricane, ripping up trees! You keep takin'...my head should be aching! I can see, over candle-light, I'll take care of you, until you die, I'll be a hurricane, ripping up trees! You keep takin'...

Palm Trees, Sunshine & The Sand

JAE MILLZ "Property Of Potentness"
[Intro:] I mean, this is really like some other type shit If you don't follow me you gon' get lost But that ain't my fault [Verse 1:] Fuck tryna make a dollar outta 15 cents Where I'm from niggas tryna make a brick outta 15 nicks But the streets gettin' funny like Dan Aykroyd And them numbers [?] giving out got me paranoid I thank Tune for taking me on the road Cause my outcome in the hood would've been only Lord knows On the block all niggas care about is sports and clothes A lot of fights break out, but they mostly be over hoes I'm good on that, so good on that When people call me with hood gossip I say "I'll call you back" And never call em back I'm with a freak, enjoying, calling cabs Bought to take her home, smash, call a cab Nothin' but the best in my Dutch Master She on that miley, gettin trippy screamin' "Fuck me faster" Until you live it, you'll never understand The significance of palm trees, sunshine, and the sand [Hook:] I'm just enjoyin' my life Thankful for my days, grateful for my nights And baby since I heard time wait for no man I'm tryna make it to the palm trees, sunshine, and the sand It ain't nothin' like palm trees, sunshine, and the sand Said it ain't nothin' like palm trees, sunshine, and the sand [Verse 2:] Uh, I used to dream 'bout it Staircase, passin blunts, tellin' my team 'bout it Now divas know me, pussy I beat the cream out it Walk in the club and make a full blown scene out it Yeah it's amazing, and I'm feelin' like Steven Millz-berg Nah, I don't drink 'n drive, but I still swerve Bucketload, like fuck it though They hate to hear me talk my shit, the bad bitches love it though. (haha) It's only right I celebrate my escape You would too if you grew up with panel walls and fire 'scapes Why shouldn't I feel like I'm the shit Pull up to my brip, hop out my whip and valley like it's The Ritz Shinnin', hurtin' 'em, competition I murdered 'em My weed blew dreams, side chick Kate [?] My hustle on a million, my mind on my plan And that's to maintain these palm trees, sunshine, and the sand [Hook]

Sossity, You're A Woman

JETHRO TULL "Benefit"
Hello you straight-laced lady, dressed in white but your shoes aren't clean. Painted them up with polish in the hope we can't see where you've been. The smiling face that you've worn to greet me rising at morning -- sent me out to work for my score. Please me and say what it's for. Give me the straight-laced promise and not the pathetic lie. Tie me down with your ribbons and sulk when I ask you why. Your Sunday paper voice cries demanding truths I deny. The bitter-sweet kiss you pretended is offered, our affair mended. Sossity: You're a woman. Society: You're a woman. All of the tears you're wasting are for yourself and not for me. It's sad to know you're aging Sadder still to admit I'm free. Your immature physical toy has grown, too young to enjoy at last your straight-laced agreement: woman, you were too old for me. Sossity: You're a woman. Society: You're a woman.

Target Practice

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Violence Begets Violence"
[Jus Allah] We come guns blazin like the young sons of Satan Some occasions gun play comes into the equations Gotta keep the chrome for home invasions and break-ins Go to your location with no notification Quick to pick up the Glocks, fill the clip to the top Kill the kids too little, too big to adopt Got a whole lot of lost souls, pick of the crop Ain't playin the oldies when you hear the click and the pop It's nothin but ice in my veins, the devil has a mic in my brain Has a lot of good advice to retain What's not to like about the guy who had Christ slain? I don't have the right to gripe and complain I have to hide the remains, I have to get Tide for the stains I have to buy tes that can bind and restrain I have to find lives to attain I'm lookin for a homicide, offerin a ride from the rain [Chorus:] Yo buscare, el camino hacia ti Yo buscare, el camino a tu amor [Vinnie Paz] All you muh'fuckers days is numbered; attack the winter and I slay the summer Pressure bust pipes God, I don't pay the plumber Y'all don't put me to sleep, it's more of a state of slumber Pimp shit, smash skins like your favourite drummer I'm a shooter and shooter do what a shooter please A history of the broken land of the Sudanese I spit a verse and a motherfuckin computer freeze The right hand is a bomb, it'll cost you two emcees It's suicide rapper you can han from Judas trees We destroy and rebuild while y'all just shoot the breeze Me and Buddha are separated by two degrees The army gear is military and the boots are trees The Kevlar isn't a problem, I'll just shoot his knees I rock a Panerai watch, y'all are boostin tees Dirty money on the block, I recoup with ease Y'all can't afford a sixteen, I'm chargin stupid fees [Chorus] [Outro over Chorus] HAHAHAHA! BRRAP! BRRAP! Faggot rapper, Official Pistol Gats G-O-D, Jus Allah Vinnie Appazi, the Pazmanian Damien, Pistolvania! Violence Begets Violence

Put That Woman First

JAHEIM "Still Ghetto"
Oooh...ooh...ooh...ooh... (Yeah) If they gleam in the sun while they spin and they fit on my truck then {I could remember} And if it came in the sack No stems no seeds in the bag girl {I could remember} And if it drip from my wrist and it look like it shine like new then {I could remember} But Ohhh girl I forgot to be your lover If it wasn't for the 9 to 5 Double-up overtime then {I could remember} and if it wasn't for the Sunday all star weekend game girl {I could remember} And if it wasn't for the dough Gettin fifty g's a show girl ya know {I could remember} But silly me, silly me babe Ohhh Tell me how could I ever forget to be your lover Now I realize that you need love too (Oh, yeah) Spend my life makin' love to you Oh, girl Oh, I forgot to be your lover When she starts bringin' up old dirt And the fights keep getting worse (Oh, brother) Findin' numbers in her purse Better put that woman first (Yeah) And you notice she ain't wearin' her ring (Oh, no) and she starts playin' little games Comin' in late from work You better put that woman first If it wasn't for the make up on my shirt Still out there chasin skirts then {I could remember} And if it wasn't for that fight last night You smashin out my headlights then {I could remember} If it wasn't for parole Steady duckin' my P O girl you know {I could remember} But silly me, silly me, babe Tell me how could I ever forget to be your lover Now I realize that you need love too Spend my life makin' love to you Oh, girl Oh, I forgot to be your lover When she starts bringin' up old dirt (Bringin' up old shhhh) And the fights keep getting worse (Oh...oh...oh...oh...) Findin' numbers in her purse (I'm tellin' you, brother) Better put that woman first (You better put your woman first) And you notice she ain't wearin' her ring (Oh, yeah) and she starts playin' little games (I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm tellin' you, brother) Comin' in late from work You better put that woman first (Put that woman first) {So many times} Actin like it wasn't really nothin' {So many ways} kept to myself, always runnin' {So many games} All that I sin {So many words} I need you to stay {Always came first} Even though sometimes felt like second {Came down to love} You know I had to win the last race {Spend some time} Put in some work {And for better or worse} Always put that woman first When she starts bringin' up old dirt And the fights keep getting worse (Gettin' worse) Findin' numbers in her purse (In her purse) Better put that woman first (Put that woman first) And you notice she ain't wearin' her ring (Ooh, yeah) and she starts playin' little games (Her little games) Comin' in late from work(i'mma say it again) You better put that woman first (Put that woman, put that woman first) when she starts bringin' up old dirt and the fights keep getting worse(she's gonna leave you)findin numbers in her purse you better that woman first(yeah,yeah)and you notice she ain't wearin' her ring(yeah,yeah)and she starts playin' little games comin' in late from work you better put that woman first.

I Never Knew Her Name

ELTON JOHN "Sleeping With The Past"
Well she swept through the church Like a sweet Sunday prayer While the choir sang Son of Heaven And the groom just walked on air I was killing time with Jesus When the wedding bells began And I saw the most beautiful woman Getting married to a handsome man And she walked like a mystery And she passed like summer rain And she said I do like an angel But I never knew her name Oh the congregation gathered But in darkness I remained In love with the bride of a handsome man But I never knew her name In the shadow of the holy Oh I heard my tell-tale heart Whisper words that never reached her As her vows were made at last Oh the preacher with his blessing Pronounced them man and wife And I saw the most beautiful woman Make a promise to be kept for life

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