JACKYL lyrics - When Moonshine And Dynamite Collide

Just Like A Negro

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Huh, huh, huh, huh Motherfucker say, huh, huh, huh, huh Motherfucker say, huh, huh, huh, huh Motherfucker say, huh, huh, huh, huh Yeah Well listen to the music and open up your ears It's breaking down these walls that we built up all these years With time there comes a freedom to open up your mind If you can't see what's going on then man, we must be blind United we became Look around, it ain't the same We won't allow your penetration We're the music generation Sometimes I find myself acting just like a Negro You know the brothers are the ones that started rock and roll, yeah The music ties it all together, here we are (here we go) here we go (Out the door) out the door, check it out Now deep inside my soul, well I searched and found the groove Now bonded by the backbeat, we are the ones to prove United we are funky and it's a funky nasty scene All colors run together, washed here in this machine United we became Look around, it ain't the same We won't allow your penetration 'Cause we're the music generation Sometimes I find myself acting just like a Negro You know the brothers are the ones that started rock and roll, yeah The music ties it all together, here we are (here we go) here we go (Out the door) out the door, check it out Huh, huh, huh, huh Motherfucker, huh, huh, huh, huh Well all color, they run together Washed in here this machine, yeah Sometimes I find myself acting (just like a Negro) Sometimes I find myself acting just like a Negro You know the brothers are the ones that started rock and roll, yeah The music ties it all together, here we are (here we go) here we go (Out the door) out the door, out the door, yeah Sometimes I find myself acting just like a Negro Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah The music ties it all together, here we are (here we go) here we go (Out the door) out the door, out the door, out the door Say, huh, huh, huh, huh Motherfucker say, huh, huh, huh, huh Everybody say, huh, huh, huh, huh Motherfucker say, huh, huh, huh, huh Mother

El Phantasmo And The Chicken Run Blast-o-Rama

WHITE ZOMBIE "Astro-Creep: 2000"
Yeah! I Penetrate the demons Their teardrops burn away my eyes I love the paper-thin cry of the locust Is there and other way to die Find me another hell And the deathbird ride Yeah - Yeah - Yeah the motherfucker Yeah! I'm down-drifting slowly Going close enough to the sky New world gone slay the devil Can you show me a better way to die Find me another hell And the deathbird ride Yeah - Yeah - Yeah the motherfucker New lovers bang the corpses Eat the rain and don't ask why I am a plague in an 18-wheeler Get behind the wheel I'm gonna drive

My Soul Back

JON BELLION "Scattered Thoughts Vol. 1"
[Intro - Jon Bellion & Samira Gibson:] Beautiful Mind, Mind (Beautiful Mind, Mind) Mind, Mind. Yeah (Trying to find my) Trying to find my soul Trying to find my (Yo I hate being) soul (Haha, I'm sorry) Samira Gibson, Trying to find my (Trying to find my) soul (Trying to find my) [Hook x2:] Aah... Get that soul back, I'm a get that soul back T-t-trying to get that soul back [Verse 1 - Jon Bellion:] I said "I'm just trying to get my soul back" yeah Said "I'm just trying to get my soul back" Some where along this road, may have lost my way But baby I'm ready to step again Said "I'm just trying to get my soul back" yeah Said "I'm just trying to get my soul back" I look right and I might just give you Something to talk about, baby you better tell a friend [Verse 2 - Samira Gibson:] I'm just trying to get my soul back I'm just trying to get my soul back See it don't matter what you say to me You're making music for my soul For my soul, for my soul [Hook] [Verse 3 - Blaque Keyz:] My soul is a slick opportunist used in lyrics Here's a meal for your thoughts, food filled with spirit Never been affected by dudes who couldn't feel it When I'm buried in the seam, I choose to Kill Bill it I make music for my own uses Never worry about approval from so called cool kids Used to reduce thoughts of who I influenced Now I'm all about a target, hitting hearts like Cupid I from the land of break-beats and skate decks Baselines and backpacks, good tape and tape decks Making music from the heart Trying to separate the real from the fake But was standing in the dark They used to tell me where the honey's at During their recording and I bought it Now I'm trying to get my money back I can't say when me and soul departed But I'm just trying to get back to where it started [Hook]

Like That

JACK & JACK
I ain't never met a girl, like you And you'll never find a man, like me Walking out the door, with you on my arm You can hit me on my phone anytime you want Got me going mad, when you dress like that Girl, it's a trap when you act like that (Yeah) I ain't even mad when you dress like that (Skate) I know you know you bad when you act like that Oh yeah Met a bad bitty from the state of Mississippi Really pretty and I wanna take her home to see the city (in my city) Doing your thing, got me insane Walk in the mall and you cop me a chain I was like damn, You hot as a flame. Your mom is the only one that you can blame You so cute, girl, yeah you is a blessing And I'm the reason that your boyfriend keep flexing Never stop texting every time I see your name up in my phone I'm just picturing your body in that dress and makeup on You don't even need the makeup Save that shit for later You the baddest thing I seen I'm thanking your creator Girl, I see you working like Miley Cyrus be twerking I'm certain you'll be screaming for me when I close the curtains But it's funny, cause I'm the one screaming now for you, baby I been messing around with too many girls, I need a lady Hoping you can be the one but you need to show it And if you prove it to me, all this money, girl, we'll blow it I ain't never met a girl, like you And you'll never find a man, like me Walking out the door, with you on my arm You can hit me on my phone anytime you want Got me going mad, when you dress like that Girl, it's a trap when you act like that I ain't even mad when you dress like that I know you know you bad (OK) when you act like that (hah) (get it) Walked up in the spot, we do this a lot Living at the top, attention you caught mine Let's pop a bottle, good God Look at what we got Double take like a stop sign I thought I would be done with all of this stuff But shit, I guess not (I thought I'll be done) I'm tryin' to get at you Trust me I'm not your average individual Yeah, I can slow it down But I ain't talking about verses I know what you're worth And my head I've already bought you a purse and much more And I got everything you need just like the drugstore Oh, and before you ask Keeping haters off of my nuts, yeah that's what the cuffs for A bunch more Chances are comin' your way, but I know that you'll take me (It's crazy) How people get lust and love mixed up I'm beginning to daydream Of what we could be and the things we could do if you give me your time But tonight, all that's on my mind Is gettin' to know you and making you mine You're a dime, girl A straight ten Like holy moly, me oh my I don't even know where to begin And let's pretend that in this moment in time we're more than friends, And I recommend that you and I get familiar I ain't never met a girl, like you And you'll never find a man, like me Walking out the door, with you on my arm You can hit me on my phone anytime you want Got me going mad, when you dress like that Girl, it's a trap when you act like that I ain't even mad when you dress like that I know you know you bad when you act like that Oh yeah

Do My

JAY-Z
[Jay-Z] Turn that motherfucker louder It's the Roc in this motherfucker.. bi-otch! Oh yeah, bounce, uh uh bounce Yeah, yeah bounce, come on Oh come on bounce, come on Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) [Hook: Memphis Bleek] Do my ladies run it, fat asses and flat stomachs Throw a hand in the air if it's the year of the woman Or my dogs run it, let 'em know that you still gunnin Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin [Memphis Bleek] Yo I come through, few of my man's, scoop you and your friends You, you, and you with the Timbs In tight jeans, Chinese eyes, Indian hair Black girl ass, let me pour you a glass of Belvi Tell me all about your past Let me console your soul while I palm your ass And your man did what? He ain't give you? He cheated with her, I can't diss duke I tell you this though, get with this dude I'll teach you about dough, and show you what this do (It's a secret society, all we ask is trust) But I don't freeze wristes, I just skeeze bitches Break up happy homes, just sieze misses You'll never get her back, once you get a yap How you love that? .. How you love that? [Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) [Hook] [Memphis Bleek] Ay yo back woods rollin, rap you can't hold 'em ROC gear matchin, crusin through Manhattan Bleek is chillin, Murda is chillin What more can I say? We still killin em Bags we still dealin em, four wheels, we wheelin them Chicks like I'm feelin him - yeah ma, okay Black jeans and Timberlands give em adrenaline rush Ladies know the difference between them niggas and us We the R-O-C, and we don't stop They don't make a gun that we don't pop Matter fact they don't make a car that we don't drop Thought you knew they don't make jewels that we don't cop What you knew? You actin' like the ROC ain't hot Or the car that I cop ain't missin' a top And even if they don't make drops that kind I tear da roof off like I'm Busta Rhymes motherfucker [Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Come on, come on [Hook] [Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Okay) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Uh-huh, okay, uh-huh) Come on, come on It's the R-O-C, we don't stop It's the R-O-C, we don't stop It's the R-O-C, we don't stop Uh Memp Bleek, The Understanding niggas Get your mind right, ha-ha

Do My

MEMPHIS BLEEK "The Understanding"
(feat. Jay-Z) [Jay-Z] Turn that motherfucker louder It's the Roc in this motherfucker Bi-otch! Oh yeah, bounce, uh uhbounce Yeah, yeah bounce, come on Oh come on bounce, come on Do my ladies run this motherfucker (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker (Yeah, yeah, come on) [Memphis Bleek] Do my ladies run it Fat asses and flat stomachs Throw a hand in the air If it's the year of the woman Or my dogs run it Let 'em know that you're still gunnin' Throw a drink in the air Let 'em know you still thuggin' Yo I come through, few of my man's Scoop you and your friends You, you, and you with the Timbs In tight jeans, Chinese eyes Indian hair, Black girl ass Let me pour you a glass of Belvi Tell me all about your past Let me console your soul While I palm your ass And your man did what He ain't give you He cheated with her I can't diss duke I tell you this though Get with this dude I'll teach you about dough And show you what this do (It's a secret society, all we ask is trust) But I don't freeze bitches Just skeeze bitches Break up happy homes Just seize misses You'll never get her back once you get a yacht How you love that How you love that [Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker (Yeah, yeah, come on) [Memphis Bleek] Do my ladies run it Fat asses and flat stomachs Throw a hand in the air If it's the year of the woman Or my dogs run it Let 'em know that you're still gunnin' Throw a drink in the air Let 'em know you still thuggin' Ay yo back woods rollin' Rap you can't hold 'em ROC gear matchin' crews Bleek is chillin', Murda is chillin' What more can I say We still killin' em Bags we still dealin' em Four wheels, we wheelin' them Chicks like I'm feelin' him Yeah ma okay Black jeans and Timberlands Give them adrenaline rush Ladies know the difference between them niggas and us We the R-O-C and we don't stop They don't make a gun that we don't pop Matter fact they don't make a car that we don't drop Thought you knew they don't make jewels that we don't cop What you knew You actin' like the ROC ain't hot Or the car that I cop ain't missin' a top And even if they don't make drops that kind I tear da roof off like I'm Busta Rhymes motherfucker [Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Come on, come on [Memphis Bleek] Do my ladies run it Fat asses and flat stomachs Throw a hand in the air If it's the year of the woman Or my dogs run it Let 'em know that you're still gunnin' Throw a drink in the air Let 'em know you still thuggin' [Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker (Okay) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker (Uh-huh, okay, uh-huh) Come on, come on It's the R-O-C, we don't stop It's the R-O-C, we don't stop It's the R-O-C, we don't stop Uh Memp Bleek, The Understanding niggas Get your mind right, ha-ha

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