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JAMES MCMURTRY lyrics - Candyland

Candyland

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Ugly pictures on the wall Traffic outbound slowing to a crawl Evening papers on the manicured lawns It never ceases it just goes on and on The people next door don't mind at all They've got 'em a spiked fence ten feet tall [Chorus:] In the candyland In the candyland Gray squirrel running down the telephone wire Kids around the poolside screaming like cats on fire Cats on fire chasing after the ice cream van But that circus music's got to be hell on the ice cream man He clips his roach and he hauls his load Taking his half out of the middle of the road [Chorus x2] The heels grow tall and the skirts hang low There could be something here but they just won't let it show [Chorus] Same old neighborhood with a colder feel Just the curbs and drains left over from the new deal Smooth young faces on the TV news And They can read copy they don't have to be real Thinking back on the finer days Remembering the pendulum swings both ways [Chorus - repeat to fade]

U Don't Know (Remix)

JAY-Z "The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse"
(feat. M.O.P.) [Lil Fame] Time to duck, fire Duck, fire, duck, fire Duck, fire, duck, FIYAAAAAAAHHH! (U Don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing) It's the MOP (Yes) 1, 1, 2, 3, 3 And motherfucker we comin, 100 miles and gunnin I'm still runnin with cash that's robbed From the era of exhale 80's and hats back stomp (SAME GAME!) operation for this industry lockdown We still tote hammers that go BLOCKOWWWW Run up if you wanna, believe me dog These hammers with they owners, fuck ya G up Have ya with blue 'jamas in a coma, and Ya family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone A little fuck, scribbled up with a hospital down on (WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!)keep pushin weak frail bastards To get over, we prowl with slimmer re-shelled tactics Jiminy frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups No limit, what the fuck, recordin for nig' junior (The game aint changed)it just got harder Plus we sponsored by laz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter Brownsville(yep), we stomp in this bitch all day Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage [Billy Danze] Uh, Uh, Uh, I'm from the G side of thangs Where we ride and bang, where the heat died of flame That's how we got the name(WARRIORS!) And better than ya bank, and someone should be tellin 'em The veterans have came, and we're better in the game (YOU BETTER MAKE IT RAIN!) '27 grams' my man It's better than cocaine, now everything will change In this family we'll rule the world And you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and erm A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mine So it's my time to shine and for you can ride the pine I wont sit back and rap like these dumb ass kids I been around, I put it down, I aint these young ass kids (MOP!) The OG's repped and survived around this motherfucka (FIRST FAMILY!) We kept it live around this motherucka When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay For shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols and BK [Jay-Z] WHOOOOOOO!!!!!! Turn my music high, high, high, high-er Mo' fire, mo' problems, more Roc-a-wear attire Mo' money, mo' murder now that M.O.P.'s hired Mo' murder for the ROC empire, ya'll wont surface Ya'll nervous knowin them guns on full service, ready to fire One body, two body, three body, four Young sittin on paper, I'm above the law Young shittin on haters, I aint fuckin with ya'll For my Brownsville neighbors, How About Some Hardcore And it just get worser, every time I write my signature in cursive Just add another million to these verses One million, two million, three million, four And the money's really worthless, I'm pissing you off on purpose My nephew's situated, and my mama's straight So I'm ready for whatever drama should come our way And you fuckers rappin to me, so your drama is fake Ya'll niggas is noodles, I got more fetti to bake Let's get it!

The Calhouns

Cool Breeze "East Points Greatest Hit"
Weeastpointin Luciano Pauly C. Briand Freddie Brothers Dungeon Family Dungeon Family [ CHORUS ] There's some rules on these streets that we all go by Dope on these streets that you don't buy Girls in these streets that you let walk by People on these streets that you don't try (2x) [ VERSE 1: Lucky Calhoun ] I got this hook-up with a Jamaican, he got that fire-fire Roll it up, fold it up, now everybody sky high Certain people that you don't try Certain things that you don't buy Listen, live: never try to make that fast sale Cause when you do, you be on Right Street makin bail When you ride, you better ride clean Don't put no work in your pocket, leavin stains in them Calhoun jeans We livin life, and it's hard knocks Some of y'all pushin weed, some of y'all pushin straight rocks That's why we Organized and run with a team When I get the Caddy, I flip-flop some cream Lookin out for girls that be tryin to scheme Wipe out the fakes, start some triple beam So if you know a hustler, don't even cross that line When you get caught up, go and do your time [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2: Pauly Calhoun ] Now my brother told me, 'Never sit with your back to the do' Re-up, not when you out, but when you start gettin low Play your game, maintain, and watch who you playin Look them laws dead in they eyes, and tell em you ain't seen a thing' Me and my folks on top, we run these blocks We pay the President, the government, plus them dirty cops Pauly Calhoun, livin million-dollar dreams Now spendin the most, we represent the South Coast With some utility trucks, blast them 'Greatest Hit' Co-pilot, most dangerous gator mouth pit Cause we some hustlin pros, never missin a beat And we'll match any price if you find it this cheap Trump tight, love hundred-dollar bills Secrets than can kill, you can trust me, my lips are sealed [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Briand Calhoun ] Location unknown somewhere in the woods Right back in the smoke stack, fire burnin goods Ain't nothin goin on but sackin this hay, and stackin this pape' Huh, we're loaded up, and we'll be on our way See, the last out the blocks is the left-overs We in a LX 470, bein trailed by a Rover Tryin to figure out who's 12th time snitchin n this click, and Inside scoops got my partner pinched for a chicken See a hit, dog, I holler When it gets tight around the collar Never talk for a dollar Rules of a Calhoun scholar The rules That's right Gotta know the rules Check it out [ VERSE 4: Cool Breeze a/k/a Freddie Calhoun ] There's two things I was taught when I first got here When East Point was nothin but a big dirt hill That when you fight one-on-one, never pull a pistol And you never put your hands on a Calhoun sister Now these the type of things you know that's right It's like extra-player points, so live your life Now he said he heard my tape the other day, when he was walkin It wasn't really like I was rappin, it was more like I was talkin I said, Well damn, playboy, I don't mean to be braggin But your girl wasn't really suckin, it was more like she was gaggin Why he naggin, he ain't never showed no love Man, every since I knew him, he always been a scrub So I stepped to him, and he wouldn't hit me Cause he knew I'd leave and come back and have the whole East Point with me So don't you think for once he took my heart Cause the table at my crib was a ??true Indian art?? [ CHORUS ] It's the Calhouns

We Didn't Start The Fire

BILLY JOEL "Storm Front"
'49 Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio '50 Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe '51 Rosenbergs, H-bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom Brando, The King and I and The Catcher in the Rye '52 Eisenhower, vaccine, England's got a new Queen Marciano, Liberace, Santayana good bye CHORUS We didn't start the fire It was always burning since the world's been turning. We didn't start the fire No we didn't light it but we tried to fight it. '53 Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc '54 Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, dacron Dien Bien Phu falls, Rock Around the Clock '55 Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland '56 Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Krushchev Princess Grace, Peyton Place , trouble in the Suez CHORUS '57 Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, Bridge on the River Kwai '58 Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California baseball Starkweather, homicide, children of Thalidomide '59 Buddy Holly, Ben Hur , space monkey, Mafia Hula hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go '60 U-2, Syngman Rhee, payola and Kennedy Chubby Checker, Psycho , Belgians in the Congo CHORUS '61 Hemingway, Eichmann, Stranger in a Strange Land Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion '62 Lawrence of Arabia , British Beatlemania Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson '63 Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British politician sex JFK blown away, what else do I have to say? CHORUS '64 - '89 Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock Begin, Reagan, Palestine, terror on the airline Ayatollah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan Wheel of Fortune , Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide Foreign debts, homeless vets, AIDS, crack, Bernie Goetz Hypodermics on the shores, China's under martial law Rock and Roller cola wars, I can't take it anymore! We didn't start the fire It was always burning since the world's been turning. We didn't start the fire But when we are gone It will still burn on, and on, and on, and on... CHORUS TO FADE

American Storm

BOB SEGER "Like A Rock"
There's a hard moon risin' on the streets tonight There's a reckless feeling in your heart as you head out tonight Through the concrete canyons to the midtown lights Where the latest neon promises are burning bright Past the open windows on the darker streets Where unseen angry voices flash and children cry Past the phony posers with their worn out lines The tired new money dressed to the nines The low life dealers with their bad designs And the dilettantes with their open minds You're out on the town, safe in the crowd Ready to go for the ride Searching the eyes, looking for clues There's no way you can hide The fire inside Well you've been to the clubs and the discotheques Where they deal one another from the bottom of a deck of promises Where the cautious loners and emotional wrecks Do an acting stretch as a way to hide the obvious And the lights go down and they dance real close And for one brief instant they pretend they're safe and warm Then the beat gets louder and the mood is gone The darkness scatters as the lights flash on They hold one another just a little too long And they move apart and then move on On to the street, on to the next Safe in the knowledge that they tried Faking the smile, hiding the pain Never satisfied The fire inside Fire inside Now the hour is late and he thinks you're asleep You listen to him dress and you listen to him leave like you knew he would You hear his car pull away in the street Then you move to the door and you lock it when he's gone for good Then you walk to the window and stare at the moon Riding high and lonesome through a starlit sky And it comes to you how it all slips away Youth and beauty are gone one day No matter what you dream or feel or say It ends in dust and disarray Like wind on the plains, sand through the glass Waves rolling in with the tide Dreams die hard and we watch them erode But we cannot be denied The fire inside

In Between

Paperboys
I've got a life but ma motto is missing I make music but I'm not a musician I ain't stupid not a lot of'em listen Spot a bottle Gotta follow ambition I see it all from ma bottom position 'It's alright' It might be probable wishing but I tell'em it's cool Stuck where irrelevance rules Hoping of selling with intelligent fools A hell of a duel We're developing tools For some elegant pools Keeping it moving 'till I'm smelling of fuel Fighting fire with fire And though my choir is hired Can't seem to satisfy desire I'm tired Even ma fliers are wired but hay 'maybe I'm wrong' For turning tables with a radio song Can't blame it on the label I'm on I plung cables Coz I'm able The fabels of vagabond Keep'em flaming along Find a chic and leave a stain in her thong It's entertaining But I'm sick Draining liquor 'till this paining is gone Refreng: And I Know I roll I glow And I'll blow Let's grow And get dough Fa sho' I'm a sensible guy We seek redemption then eventually die Just an extension Passing centuries by But hey I know it I was ment to be fly A poet sent from the sky Playing ma role keeping ma entity high 'Mentally dry' I try to do better Tied it together My wings the finset of feathers Design'em in letters And I know I cant be rhyming forever The signs severed So I pay the cost try to find cheddar Ride in fine leather Us mortals are lost with candle-lights imported across I've heard it all Never bought it ofcourse Still sport it for frost Tied to ma neck With pride and respect But I'm the one the diamonds reflect I'm a survivor Riding cassettes Hoping semebody out there's guiding ma checks But I ain't hiding Man I'm live in effect I'm not the idol that the bible expects When I collide with the decks I show it all coz I don't try to forget Ref: *..også la meg fortelle deg mitt point of view. få høre da. mr-fakkin'-magician der du sett. du som e mr-man-of-the-hour. mr-could-have-been-in-the-sun-if-i-wanted-to. jammen få høre da din jævla fitte! ja okey. fyr. ja du kalla mæ fitte, men du kan kalle meg Gud etter at æ er ferdig med her. jaja..*

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