JACKYL lyrics - Jackyl

I Stand Alone

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It's hell in the morning to look at you lying in my bed ANother morning after you know I'm wishing you were dead Maybe hit by a truck, rammed by a train You must be crazy 'cause you're driving me insane CHORUS I'm just like a devil You're just like a witch You only like me because I scratch your itch I'm too much a bastard, you just llike to bitch I'm just like a devil, you're my witch I drag my ass into work, I hate my job, you know my boss is gay You wonder why I save my dough Then wonder why you have to pay my way I should give you up, walk away I know I should But the fact still remains You're finger licking good CHORUS In the midnight hour the smell of love filling up the room I keep my horns nice and sharp to keep you quick on your broom You like to raise lots of hell I like to lower the boom CHORUS

Swank Ride

SMASH MOUTH
Well there she is undercover A wild, wild lover Take a ride and show her off like a movie star I got all my boys wit' me, Coolio is lookin' spiffy And I'm lookin' for a safe spot to park the ride I slipped the man a twenty, the keys to a Hunsay Have a backin', 45 eating sure's to the wink And jumps into the frontseat Purring like a kitty, she throws her ass in drive You can hear it comin', a big 8 hummin' Stereo thumping through American steel With the 'boom-boom-tick', the bass so sick The line so sick, sittin' on stock wheels '65 dons-a truck inside, with a hoola-hoop Shaking by the dashboard - lights I gonna keep the chrome out of the ride I gotta keep it clean, I gotta keep it tide (Sounds like Steve to me) CHORUS: Born in the '60's When they still took pride Making sure the need-you was a - Swank, Swank, Ride 'Hey you gonna slow that car down?!' To the bounce I get when I'm waiting at the lights The cops, the kids, their checkin' out the ride And I, I like the ??? back, but I'm never rocking nice But if you wanna drag, I think you better think twice A natural born killer's still quick and precise And a little bit of this, could you wonder what I got? Well it don't stop I keep a ???, out of sight Far-out green, and berry-white 'Cause we're on our way up, inspiration calls The ladies hit it hard with their sexy charms I hit a ??? as it's goin' off And I wonder who she likes more - Me or the car? CHORUS (Then Coolio raps a bunch of hard to understand crap) CHORUS (And the chorus trails off)

Wonderful

JA RULE "R.U.L.E."
feat. R Kelly and Ashanti [chorus] [R KELLY (ASHANTI)] If it wasn't for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels And all these things I got I wonder, hey Would you still want me (Want you) Would you still be calling me (Still calling you) You be loving me? (I'll be loving you) [JA RULE] Wanna keep you flawed with no dough Pimpin ain't easy Trust me I know When gangstas and hos Go go go go go go together Lke chinchilla and bad weather I'm good but been better All my bros, chedda and glamorous things Copped a few cars A crib with a east and west wing Cuz this is how i'm livin and yall women know the secrets Of how to get it and keep it How to prey on my weakness It's the power of the p-u-s-s-y Got a lotta niggaz wonderin it ain't just i Gotta keep ya cash comin and that's on my life If it wasn't for the money and the things I got Shit, she probably wouldn't like me But I keep her and irv and jeffrey quite icy Sip seraphin Who doesn't like me And the murderous I-n-c [Chorus] [R KELLY] How many girls does it take to get to Mack status Player status Pimps that get Ya boy half rich fore we hit show biz But show biz brought next level chicks Pull them in them hot cars go and buy the whole bar nigga I came from the dirt what you want me to say Im at the top of the world and lifes a pussy buffet And that's why I get m-i-a Shut the game down so the bustas cant play Hell yeah I splurge money Hell yeah I act funny Look at you like fuck you All the shit I been thru It's a wonder why im still here Said I was gone but im still here And all you bitches that left me here Its mighty strange how you right back here [Chorus] [JA RULE] I wonder why love is about money And why wou wanna take it all from me Honey My life is dark but its lovely Crimes cars cribs aint that right kelly? (Oh oh oh oh oh oh) Yall bitches don't know Money aint a thang Mami need a lil change Girl im pitchin quarters Closest to the arches but live in a fortress New benzes new porsches New cases new lawyers im becoming the infamous notorious rule Niggaz couldn't walk a mile in my shoes Niggaz don't possess the heart that I do And it's a wonder that im still here Thought I was gone but im still here And all you bitches that left me here Its kinda funny how you right back there [chorus] [R KELLY] Oh oh oh oh ohhhhh Oh oh oh oh

The Loneliness Of The Long Distance Runner

IRON MAIDEN "Somewhere In Time"
(Harris) The tough of the track With the wind And the rain that's beating down on Your back Your heart's beating loud And goes on getting louder And goes on even more 'til the Sound is ringing in your head With every step you tread And every breath you take Determination makes you run never stop Got to win got to run 'til you drop Keep the pace hold the race Your mind is getting clearer You're over half way there But the miles they never seem to end As if you're in a dream Not getting anywhere It seems so futile Chorus: Run on and on Run on and on The loneliness of the long distance runner I've got to keep running the course I've got to keep running and win at all costs I've got to keep going, be strong Must be so determined and push myself on Run over stiles across fields Turn to look at who's on your heels Way ahead of the field The line is getting nearer but do You want the glory that goes You reach the final stretch Ideals are just a trace You feel like throwing the race It's all so futile Chorus:

Till Hell Freezes Over

EMINEM
Yo yo yo yo yo (this is) This is my motherfucking anthem (hip hop) To hip hop music (anthem) Cause I'm gonna keep doing hip hop music until the day that I die (aight bitch) Yo I'm into voodoo, tarot cards and ouija boards Lighting candles camping out at haunted beach resorts I write the dark shit, and rap about perverted violence Ghost stories of people murdered on deserted islands Dressed in jean shorts, high tops and tube socks Holding a rifle, with a life full of drama like Tupac's Jumping off roof tops drunk after i do shots Landing in someone's backyard getting chewed up by two rotts I got a new watch and two rings with huge rocks This rap shit got cash coming out the blue like nude cops I use to sell pizza's, now i got twelve visa's So tell jesus I'm gonna quit sinning when hell freezes [chorus] That's why my brain is out of order That's probley why my nights are getting colder and my day seems shorter But as the world turns and I keep growing older I be living this hip hop till hell freezes over Bitch till hell freezes over I be living this hip hop till hell freezes over And as the world turns and i keep growing older I be living this hip hop till hell freezes...over Yo I use to be to heavy in that cruising rap shit crap I think i fucked my head up listing to acid rap I go to party's bumping nasty nas's new song And smoke pot till I get high and i stare at shit for too long Like this weed is laced aint, it taste tainted Your whole place fainted, I woke up with my face painted Spaced out like sci-fi t.v Fuck ICP buy my cd cause while I'm screaming while I'm handing out promo tapes of my debut telling bitches let me eat your pussy while I shave you Aint no shame in my game I turn the party out Making everybody shout for the rapper with potty mouth [chorus] That's why my brain is out of order That's probley why my nights are getting colder and my day seems shorter But as the world turns and i keep growing older I be living this hip hop till hell freezes over Bitch till hell freezes over I be living this hip hop till hell freezes over And as the world turns and i keep growing older I be living this hip hop till hell freezes...over Uh, uh uh uh uh Ah ah ah ah Uh uh uh uh Ah ah ah ah Uh uh uh uh(Dr.dre) Ah ah ah ah(Slim shady) (Outsiders)

Kenny Rogers - Pharoahe Monch Dub Plate

WYCLEF JEAN "The Ecleftic * 2 Sides II A Book"
Kenny Rogers - Pharoahe Monch Dub Plate f/ Kenny Rogers, Pharoahe Monch [Wyclef Jean] Yo I'm happy to be in the South to set off my tour in the countryside But who better to set it off for me than this man right here [Kenny Rogers] Yo this Kenny Rogers chillin on the country side with men like Wyclef (uh-huh) Jerry Wonder (uh-huh) Big Jack (mm-hmm) Big Beast (mm-hmm) And we gon' do something like this for you You got to know when to hold 'em (YEAH, YEAH!) Know when to fold 'em (DJ's, DJ's!) Know when to walk away (HIP-HOP, HIP-HOP!) Know when to run.. (YEAH, YEAH!) You got to count your dub-plates (GHETTO, GHETTO, GHETTO) before you touch the turntables (ALL HOODS!) Cause if you run out of big tunes that means your sound is done (Y'ALL READY?) Chorus: Kenny Rogers You got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em (soundbwoys) Know when to walk away Know when to run.. (hey, hey, hey, hey..) You got to count your dub-plates before you touch the turntables (DJ's) Cause if you run out of big tunes that means your sound is done [Pharoahe Monch] Get the hell up! 'Clef said, get the hell up! Now throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!) Brooklyn in the back shootin craps y'all whassup? Ladies; lookin hot and pretty Doin your thing in the club high saditty WORLDWIDE - the gritty committee pity the fool that act {shitty} in the midst of the calm, the witty (You got to know when to hold 'em..) Y'all know the name! Same assassin from before, but the beat just changed a little (??) who flip flows that got women in they thongs gettin on but not Sisqo Select your squad team and your itch Bey know my flow muy caliente, fuego No disrespect to soundbwoy, but you better step away from me Easily defeat measley MC's and tease you Ease back squeeze two in your wig and breeze through Chorus [Wyclef Jean] C'mon, c'mon (Get the hell up!) Soundbwoys ('Clef said, get the hell up!) (Now throw your hands in the sky) Yo This combination gon' bust from Brooklyn to Shanghai Feel the boogie boogie Henny got me tipsy tipsy Kenny Rogers and Pharoahe Monch? No way, this can't be 48 tracks, country meets rap Put this on full blast, I'm about to break all formats My destiny is to lead while y'all follow This is +Showtime+ and I'm +Live at the Apollo+ Chorus Two: Kenny Rogers + Wyclef You got to know when to hold 'em (soundbwoys) Know when to fold 'em (emcees) Know when to walk away (yeah, yeah, yeah..) Know when to run You got to count your dub-plates before you touch the turntables (DJ's) Cause if you run out of big tunes that means your sound is done Chorus

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