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J. VALENTINE lyrics

Go Dumb (I'm Sprung Bay Area Remix)

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[Chorus: x2] Go Dumb, Dogg I'm Hyphy, Got Mah White Tee and Mah Stunnas On, Gold Ones in I Can't Go Wrong... Go Dumb (Go Dumb), Dogg I'm Hyphy, Got Mah White Tee and Mah Stunnas On, Gold Ones in I Can't Go Wrong... Stunnas On...(Stunnas On) [x7] [Verse 1:] Ooh! I'm in The Club Feelin Viscious, Lookin For A Couple Lil Biiches, I'm in The Middle Like Monie, Sum College Girls Is Actin Like They Want Me, See Big Von is My Homie, In The DJ Booth Wit One or Two Roni's, Man I Need A Sweet Lady, But All It's Been Is Hoodrats Lately, Mann They Really Don't Deserve Me, All They Wanna Do Is Work Me, And I'm Bout To Go Blo Sum Purp, [Bridge:] So Now I'm Feelin Hyphy, Bout To Slide Wit A Breezy, I Kno U Wanna Come Wit Me, Cuz I'm About To... [Chorus] Go Dumb, Dogg I'm Hyphy, Got Mah White Tee and Mah Stunnas On, Gold Ones in I Can't Go Wrong... Go Dumb (Go Dumb), Dogg I'm Hyphy, Got Mah White Tee and Mah Stunnas On, Gold Ones in I Can't Go Wrong... [Hook: x7] Stunnas On...(Stunnas On) [Verse 2:] Ooh! Now Mah Minds' in a Daze, Cuz I Been Blowin For Two or Three Days, But Now I'm Doin Wut I Want To, Wit Nobody Tellin Me Wut I'm Gon Do, And I'm Feelin So Free, Wit a Pocket Full Of Them G's, Cuz I Be Handlin Mah Business, Dat Boy Bailey Is My Witness, (Yay!) All On Them Streets Yeah They Know Me, I Got Them Girlies Feelin Horney, Cuz I Got Dem Blowin Purp, [Bridge:] So Now I'm Feelin Hyphy, Bout To Slide Wit A Breezy, I Kno U Wanna Come Wit Me, Cuz I'm About To... [Chorus] Go Dumb, Dogg I'm Hyphy, Got Mah White Tee and Mah Stunnas On, Gold Ones in I Can't Go Wrong... Go Dumb (Go Dumb), Dogg I'm Hyphy, Got Mah White Tee and Mah Stunnas On, Gold Ones in I Can't Go Wrong... Stunnas On...(Stunnas On) [x7] [Verse 3: Champ Bailey] Yea... I Hear Dey Hatin On A Playa Man Say It Ain't So, Or U Gon See How Dumb Bailey Gon Go, I Got Mah Stunnas On But Mah Tee Got Spots, Doin More Then a Lot, Off Of Hennessy Shots, Hop In The Car Cuz Ya Ass Look Swolish, Break It Down, Roll It, Lets Have A Moment, Listen To Me If You Ready To See Dis, Its Da City Boys On Da Bay Area Remix...

Scarlet Begonias

JIMMY BUFFETT "License To Chill"
(Robert Hunter) [Originally by Grateful Dead] As I was walkin' round grosvenor square Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air From the other direction, she was calling my eye It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes And I knew without askin' she was into the blues She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff As I picked up my matches and was closing the door I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there before Well, I ain't always right but I've never been wrong Seldom turns out the way it does in a song Once in a while you get shown the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by Wind in the willow's playin' 'Tea for Two' The sky was yellow and the sun was blue Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band

Dumb + Dumb = U

KELLY CLARKSON
Simple math: our love divided by the square root of pride Multiply your lies, this time I'm going out of my mind It was heavy when I finally figured it out alone And I know I'm wrong sometimes, oh But it ain't rocket science, no And I may not be Einstein But I know dumb plus dumb equals you Dumb plus dumb equals you Dumb plus dumb equals you Even had the nerve to flirt with her in front of my face Here's your keys, your bags, your clothes So now get out of my place You say I'm crazy and that we're happy Is that supposed to comfort me? And I know I'm wrong sometimes, oh But it ain't rocket science, no Yeah, I may not be Einstein But I know dumb plus dumb equals you Dumb plus dumb equals you Dumb plus dumb equals you All of the promises flushed A thousand apologies just Take out the pain and then it leaves us With nothing at all No, nothing at all You can stop wasting my time Without you I'm just fine Why did it take me so long to figure out Dumb plus dumb equals you? Equals you Dumb plus dumb equals you Dumb plus dumb equals you And I know I'm wrong sometimes But it ain't rocket science, yeah I may not be Einstein But I know dumb plus dumb equals you Simple math: our love divided by the square root of pride Multiply your lies, this time I'm going out of my mind And I may not be Einstein But I know dumb plus dumb equals you

Phone

JOELL ORTIZ "House Slippers"
[GiGi Daai:] This is a story about love About the beauty of havin it And the agony of losin it [Joell Ortiz:] Nah, those ain't his kids, but shit they might as well be He kept food on that table, made sure they was nice and healthy They got a dead-beat father, but such a stand-up daddy He can't figure out why his children's mom is so unhappy He notice little things, she's startin arguments more often And he ain't comin home to that plate of food like before when everything was new and every night was tender love and care Now he layin down on this side, she way the fuck over there Can't even look in his eyes, missin the way she stared as he told her how he felt while his fingers ran through her hair No communication, they whole relationship's hi and bye He used to hate shoppin with her, now everything's buy and fly The other day he asked himself, "You just sittin here cryin, why? Them tears won't make you see things clear, nigga dry your eyes Y'all best friends, this was built on a lot of lovin You wanna get back to the top? Get to the bottom of this" [Joell Ortiz:] It don't feel too good on the wake up No breakfast cookin, you could smell the scent of break-up Time just runnin by while his heart is yellin "Wait up!" How they still together but he prayin that they make up It don't feel too good in the evening No dinner cooked, you could smell the scent of deceivin E'rybody home, still he feels all alone And he did what no man should ever do, he went through shorty phone [Joell Ortiz:] Smiley face, L-O-L "I miss you, when I'm seein you again boy, what the hell?" And he replied, "Hey boo, you know I miss you as well I just can't play this game no longer, now give that boy his farewell" And she replied "I know but.." - homie could read no more Threw her iPhone on the floor and let out the most hurtful roar Then she walked in the door and said "Baby, are you okay?" He said, "Bitch I ain't your baby, what games is you try and play?" Held up her phone like "Really? This what you doin while I'm away bustin my ass, takin care of them bills that you never pay?" And all she had to say was "You went through my phone?" It's fine He's screamin "How 'bout the kids?" She yellin "Well those is mine!" The love turned into hate and the hate turned to despise all in a matter of seconds, he wanted her not alive Threw his hand around her neck and squeezed, she coughin for her breath He lost it, wants to lay her in that coffin for a rest Suddenly, she starts to feel the air restorin in her chest His lil' boy is on her right side, his daughter on her left They cryin, she cryin, he cryin, what a mess Lookin around like "Man, none of this shit is right" and so he left Filled his gas tank up and then came flyin out that Hess Drivin while he's stressed, no kinda destination but my guess is he ain't care where he was goin and how long it took to get there His heart and soul was weak, he on the local streets in fifth gear I was wrong though, he knew where he was goin and just why He pulled up to that lake where they had met that one July Lookin in his rear-view at a life that looks so dry The water seem refreshin so he floored it, and told the world goodbye [Joell Ortiz:] His loved ones filled his wake up Tears steady drippin, people trippin on the way up They view him in that casket hopin maybe he would wake up His suit is extra sharp, they did a good job on his make-up Don't feel too good on this evening A lot of dinner cookin, smell a scent of flowers breathin Packed funeral home, still he feels all alone Cause he did what no man should ever do, he went through shorty phone [GiGi Daai:] It's wrong so hard It's wrong so hard It's wrong, it's wrong Everybody knows it's wrong Baby? Baby? "The PCS telephone number you dialed is temporarily not in service. Message five-sixty-one, three."

A One Two

JOELL ORTIZ
[Intro: Joell Ortiz (DJ Tedsmooth)] A one two, a one two (Tedsmooth!) A one two, a one two (Straight Face!) I like to, introduce myself, my name is, Joell Or-tiz (You remember!) [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] Uh! The feet is Nike the jeans is Levi The tee is white the fitted is N.Y. My box are Diddy the box is pretty But the bottle inside a have you wobblin dribblin I rep the most poppin city (New York) The apple is rotten the blocks is gritty the ave is gwoppin Decoys is lurkin toys is squirtin Tuck that hurt in them boys is hurtin We gamble wild the games get violent The hammers loud the neighbors silent The cameras flash the sirens flare The ambulance ain't fast you dyin there To pay cable you grindin here The kitchen table a white affair The rappers spit the time is near I'm straight hood that's how I'm rhymin yeah! [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] A one two, a one two, a one two, a one two I like to, introduce myself, my name is, Joell Or-tiz [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Uh! The boots is Tim's the jeans is Polo The hoodie is Champ the skully is Solo The leather is Pelle the AB's no go I'll let you slide if the ball is Ocho I'm too cool can't ruin my mojo Don't fuck you dicks pause no homo You talk slick you 'gon fall in slow mo My right quicker with the force of Cotto I write hits on my thoughts I'm oh so Starlight like a toss from Romo The theater is wack we bottleg movies Too much for packs the moves is Lucy's The broads is bad with awesome fatties It turns you on when they call you daddy The butter is shower the high is sweet The love is yaowww and you like this speech [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] A one two, a one two, a one two, a one two I like to, introduce myself, my name is, Joell Or-tiz

One White Duck / 0^{10} = Nothing At All

JETHRO TULL "Minstrel In The Gallery"
There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way. And there's a note on the telephone --- some roses on a tray. And the motorway's stretching right out to us all, as I pull on my old wings --- one white duck on your wall. Isn't it just too damn real I'll catch a ride on your violin --- strung upon your bow. And I'll float on your melody --- sing your chorus soft and low. There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called. You can see from the fireplace, one white duck on your wall. Isn't it just too damn real So fly away Peter and fly away Paul --- from the finger-tip ledge of contentment. The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls. And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all. Something must be wrong with me and my brain --- if I'm so patently unrewarding. But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way --- and my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all. There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door. I'm available for consultation, But remember your way in is also my way out, and love's four-letter word is no compensation. Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler: I'm a waiter on skates --- so don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion. Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays --- to be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion.

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