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JIMMY BUFFETT lyrics - A1A

Migration

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Lookin back at my background tryin' to figure out how I ever got here. Some things are stil a mystery to me While others are much to clear. I'm just livin' in the sunshine, Stay contented most of the time. Yeah, listenin to Murphy, Walker and Willis, Sing me their Texas rhymes. Now most of the people who retire in Florida are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch. And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys; Well I hate those bastards so much. I wish a summer squall would blow them all the way up to fantasy land. They're ugly and square, they don't belong here. They look a lot better as beer cans. [Chorus:] Yeah, That's why it's still a mystery to me, Why some people live like they do. So many nice things happening out there, Never even seen the clues. Whoa, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme. I know we've been doing our part. Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control and some Texas hidden here in my heart. Well now, I might have joined the merchant marine, If I hadn't learned how to sing. And on top of that I got married too early, And it cost me much more than a ring. But those crazy days are over, You've just got to learn from the wrong things you've done. I came off the rebound, started looking around, Figured out it's time to have a little fun. [Chorus] Well now, if I ever live to be an old man, I'm gonna sail down to Martinique. I'm gonna buy me a sweat stained Bogart suit and an African parakeet. And then I'll sit him on my shoulder and open up my trusty old mind. I'm gonna teach him how to fuss, Teach him how to cuss, And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine. [Chorus] Yeah, I got a Caribbean soul I can barely control and some Texas hidden here in my heart.

Worldwide

AKINYELE "Vagina Diner"
Yeah yeah yeah We got my man Extra P in the house But me and my man Akinyele you know we goin Worldwide this tour Cause yo you know how that go We gon' get together y'all, word up That's how we gon' bring it to you We gon' go all around the world get this money, and do what we got to do Word up, my man Rhasaan in the house We gon' bring it to y'all like this, word up Just give it to em Ak.. UHH [Akinyele] I been in and out all areas And all you true hip-hop fans, you know the Ak's takin care of ya Slap your ass with real rap I keep it underground, like subways, so I can stay on track I'm not a carpenter, but I'll cut the rug Think you can hang with Ak? Ha, that's your brain on drugs Smack fire out your ass like a flag from _Backdraft_ Didn't peep the movie, you don't know the half Schoolin MC's until they start learnin We don't gotta be Mississippi to watch the Ak start Burning I kick that shit that's known to hit So much rap lines, you might fuck around and hang clothes on it But yo it ain't no THING in it, your static-free rhymes that you kick, need to be kicked, cause it doesn't got no CLING in it Then you turn around and start SINGIN it Hard Akinyele be brought, so I'm here to start BRINGIN it First cannibalistic rhymer, eatin bitch niggaz by the statistics, like, Jeffery Dahmer's Huh, scrapin you like a SCULPTURE, murder you for the VULTURE My dozen dirty, my brains be donated to agri-CULTURE So come on and face it, my skills are like medicine nigga You just don't wanna taste it You best to slide to the side, another corner of the map Cause this here is worldwide Worldwide -- yeah yeah (repeat 4X) [Akinyele] Put them tired rhymes to bed, and loosen up your laces Your shoes are too tight, and now it's goin to your HEAD Me you feel you can pull with Remember that I'm not a matador, so get off that bull-shit I put rappers and singers in they place A real rudebwoy with the raz', I write it all over your face Leavin you bloodier than a MaxiPad Crayola crayons, they'd have to Color Me Badd So play like a midget and FORGET it Cause I put oil to the fire, like an arsonist when it comes time to SET it I get more run than an ATHLETIC Sharp as a hyper-DERMIC Lyrics are flavored up like a dia-BETIC I recoups, and they try to step to this Nowadays I probably have as much kids as Jerry Lewis My rhymes drip like a RAZOR, punch like Joe FRAZIER I don't sell shoes, because I don't believe in FAVORS Ducks better break North, before I start baggin that ass, like a motherfuckin washcloth Winnin battles cause I'm a hip-hop soldier Act like you know, and fuck what your girl told ya No bluff, for years I've been IN THIS A nine to five employee don't got shit on me cause I done stepped to nuff rapper BUSINESS Beggin for for-GIVENESS Channel 7 news and people from Jehovah done WITNESSED the whole Akinyele vibe You know what I'm sayin kid, this here is worldwide Worldwide -- yeah yeah (repeat 4X) [Akinyele] Ak not catchin wreck, come the fuck on Ring the alarm, I drop bombs like the Guard in Vietnam I kick that shit, niggaz dream to write My brain so hot that it ignites, but you can't see the light Fast rappers can't speed by this, you better slow down because I'm puttin the brakes on your ass like Midas Nope, it don't matter what type of slang you drop I give you rope and you still can't hang with the Ak For years I put ears through therapy Watch a episode of Cheers before you come try the beer with me I graduated from lobbies, bangin on walls for a hobby I battle anybody, even a dead body I got rhymes that would attack ya so you better watch your back, or fuckin hire a chiropractor Ain't nuthin change from BEFORE, slap niggaz with mani-CURES Stomp you down, after a pedi-CURE Here's another lesson, I'm not a quiz So that talk about me not gettin biz that's out of the question It's a Ak, jam, god damn don't get slammed You catch the backhand, word to my dead man You best to rest if you want peace Cause like a hooker from up the street, I'm down for beef I'm hotter than a sauna again the drama is rugged Word to Sinead O'Connor, I be tearin shit up Cause I sprayin immaculate, like a Mac-11.. * impossible to make out the rest of the verse with voiceovers * I take you to London Worldwide I take you to Europe Worldwide Come back to Queens Worldwide I take you to Russia Worldwide I take it to the North pole Worldwide I bring it back to Queens I give it to em Worldwide I take it to the West Indies I give it to em Worldwide I take you to India I give it to em Worldwide I bring it back to Queens I give it to em Worldwide I take it to Germany I give it to em Worldwide I take it to...

Fine Tune Da Mic

Maestro Fresh Wes "Naaah, Dis Kid Can't Be From Canada?!!"
CHORUS X2 [Maestro] Fine tune da mic [Showbiz] Engineer won't you check it [Maestro] It's the brother Maestro [Showbiz] And Showbiz is going to wreck it [Showbiz] So here I come (ha), so here I go (yo) And when you hear (huh), you know it's brother Show I like to rock a hundred miles, but you know I'm far from running Listen to the kicks and the snares, you know It's stunning I'm coming, I came, I'm only here to damage ya I left my city and my hometown to fly to Canada To get a peace of mind and make beats on the low And Show's got a flow, a combo with Maestro Fresh Wes, I never fess, big up to Diamond D A.G. and my partner Lord Finesse, can't forget Buckwild People know my style, don't play me like a child Or your fam be sitting in the front aisle, of a funeral home Put two to your dome, so pass the microphone The S-H-O-W-B-I-Z from 1-6-3, third and A-V-E The trump can't see me Lick for lick, I change cars like brother cange kicks And pick up chiocks and take them to the flicks So don't try to play big willie I'll smoke you with a cripsy hundred dollar bill And make the chump feel silly, huh You can't understand where my head's at While I made a record talking about liking my pockets fat And not flat, not flat And punks couldn't take it if you had ten gats And girls play my lap bcause I made Soul Clap I guess it's like that when you got a little stack CHORUS X2 [Maestro Fresh Wes] Well I'm crushing, blood starts gushing when I'm bum rushing Me and the mic is like Startsky and Hutchin Not a plumber but I'm guarenteed to fix Farrah's faucet No I never ever lost it, now I'mma toss it Get off it, I'mma write, I'll role you like a tight spliff I might get hyper just like positive on a night shift Fresh Wes is the smoothest show and prover Like J. Degar Hoover, I make a ??? manouver Ain't no lookin back, I throw a jam at the Sugar Shack And I can make the mack say, Jack bring my hooker back I'm getting 'nuff props like Black Moon, I never wrote a wack tune Sons take my album cover straight to the bathroom Live like a wire, MC for hire Rapper all admire, but retire, when I ahnil- Late, deducts, and take da bucks Who the hell needs luck, I got it made and getting paid to fluc- Uate my lyrics, my uncategorical, metaphorical flow Makes you want to hear it, so don't compare it You can't come near it, I know you fear it You want to jeer it in the front row 'Cause you know me and Show can flow We go head to head, toe to toe and blow for blow We say the kind of rhymes to make the party people listen Catching mad wreck on the mic mechanism CHORUS X4 OUTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes] Yeah, that's how we doing it yo Big up to my DJ, LTD Loves to devast, never hesitate to motivate Farly Flex, relfex, MVP yo That's how we swing it in the studio Word up Fresh Wes, 1994 I'm blowing up uhh I'm blowing up yeah Yeah I can't forget my man Chris My man Mac behind the fat tracks And my man Show B-I-Z AKA Mr. (F-A-T), we out

Put Up Or Shut Up

QUIET RIOT "Quiet Riot III"
Alright She's got hurricane eyes And know what she sees She's got lovin' thighs And she gets it for free She makes a cigarette shake And don't need no advice She won't put on the breaks And you feed her device, yeah She's gonna tease you up and down now Gonna play for keeps I said Put up Or shut it up now Put up Or shut it up Yeah Ha! She's got hounds on her trail And they follow her scent She's the kind of female That don't need no good sense (She's wild) She's got a license to thrill And she shoots from the hip Takes her power up well And your passion is sure to drip And all so packaged move for speed now When the feeling climbs I said Put up Or shut it up now (You gotta, gotta) Put up Or shut it up Yeah Listen You want a piece of the action And I don't want to be cheated, no Gotta feel the connection She's turning on her feet, yeah! Oh, here we go Comin' to getcha babe Oh yeah She's got hurricane eyes And you know what she sees She's got love in her thighs And she gives it away for free She's gonna tease you up and down now Gonna play for keeps You gotta Put up Or shut it up now I said Put up (Ha!) Or shut it up (Now) Why don'tcha Put up Or shut it up Why don'tcha Put it up Or shut it up Why don'tcha Put up Or shut it up now Put it up Or shut it up now Woo!

Get Fly (What If Jesus Forgot To Put You On The Guestlist?)

ATMOSPHERE "You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having"
[Chorus: repeat 2X] They want us to fight, but we just want to get high Work all day, all night, trying to get fly When I get some money I'mma buy me some time I can't fight your war until I'm finished with mine [First Verse] I used to be mad at the government Redirected some of my anger towards the mothership Trying to guess which living hell sleeps under when the grand scheme plan keeps all these people wonderin Why we still runnin in place frustrated? Pride is mistaken for hate, it's upgraded I got a little breath left, let's suffocate it Point at the epiphanies and call 'em all drug related The time I spent with my life on bent Trying to find the friends inside my head Must have disengaged every phase and stage Of of my I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming of age My unofficial autobio Will be accompanied with tips on how to smile 'cause I've found that when they don't see you frown They never know that your a threat And they don't sweat you when you came around So who's going to be my next door savior? Step up to your neighbor, and do me a favour Take off the mask, let it all collapse Empty the pack and watch your wings grow back [Chorus] [Second Verse] Society becomes jealousy, intimacy becomes intensity Say it with a smile like it's meant to be And all of a sudden, "boom", American family And I can tell when your mad at your past Because you tend to take the turns just a little too fast And I can tell how you push your foot on the gas that you already knew that you was gunna finsish last Slow it down and take a little time To look up at them clouds with the fake silver lining Up in a tree knowing damn well you never reach the top But you don't stop, you keep climbing Well okay, it's settled No more nights in this weed and thorn infested meadow Uh-uh, from this day forth, only forward I pedal Get the memo I'm cutting the strings Gepetto Shuffle the cards and let's argue Rooted in between the computer games and cartoons Stop and watch us all get lost Between God and a shot of scotch, let's get fly [Chorus]

Keep Their Headz Ringin

Dr Dre "Dr. Dre 2001"
Intro: Yeah, whattup, this is Dr. Dre The party's goin on Thank God it's Friday [ Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan! - KRS One repeat 4X] Chorus: Keep their headz ringin (ring ding dong / ring-gading ding ding dong) / repeat 2X Verse One: [Hey you, sittin over there] Say what? [You better get up out of your chair] That's right [And work your body down] Yeahhh... [No time to funk around, cause we gon....] Funk, you, right on up So get up, get a move on, and get your groove on It's the D-R-E the spectacular In a party I go for your neck so call me Blackula As I drain a niggaz jugular vein and maintain to leave blood stains so don't complain Just chill, listen to the beats I spill Keepin it real, enables me to make another meal Still, niggaz run up and try to kill at will But get popped like a pimple, so call me Clearasil I wipe niggaz off the face of the Earth since birth I been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what I'm worth More than a Stealth bomber, I cause drama The enforcer, music floats like a flyin saucer Or a 747 jet, never forget I'm that nigga that keeps the hoes panties wet The mic gets smoked, once you hear the beat kick With grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick So check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep they motherfuckin heads ringin Chorus Verse Two: One-two for the crew, three-fo' for the dough Five for the hoe (HOEEE!) six-seven-eight for Death Row Mad niggaz about to feel the full effect of intellect so I can collect respect, plus a check Now I fin' to, get into to, my mental will take care of this business I need to attend to, cuz my rent's due And this rap shit's my meal ticket So you god damn right I'm gonna kick it, or get evicted I bring terror like Stephen King A black Casanova, runnin niggaz over like Christine When I rock the spot with the flavor I got I get plenty of ass, so call me an ass-tronaut As I blast past another nigga's ass that thought he was strong but I smoke him like grass, just like Cheech and Chong When I flow, niggaz know, it's time to take a hike Cause I grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dyke I got rhymes to keep you enchanted Produce a smokescreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted So check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep they motherfuckin heads ringin Chorus [Dr. Dre] Yeah, c'mon [singers] If you, want to, get on down [Dr. Dre] Uhh, yeah.. c'mon [singers] you gotta get on down [Dr. Dre] Hahaha.. it's like that [singers] just get on down Verse Three: Debonairre with flair, I scare wear and tear without a care, runnin shit as if I was a mayor But I ain't no politician, no competition Sendin all opposition to see a mortician I'm up front, never in the back drop Step on stage and get faded just like a flat top Your rhyme sounds like you bought em at Stop N Go Dre came to wax you so, just call me Mop N Glow Many tried to, but just can't rock with I'm 6-1, two-twenty-five, a pure chocolate Your chances of jackin me are slim G Cause I rock from summer til Santa comes down the chimney Ho ho ho, and so, as I continue to flow Cause yo, I'm just a fly negro So, check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep they motherfuckin heads ringin Chorus [Dr. Dre] Yeah, uhh, c'mon [singers] If you, want to, get on down [Dr. Dre] Yeah, Death Row back up in that ass [singers] you gotta get on down [Dr. Dre] for the one-nine-nine to the nickel [singers] just get on down [Dr. Dre] so all you motherfuckers out there tryin to get with this [Dr. Dre] don't even try it [singers] If you, want to, get on down [Dr. Dre] You couldn't see us with binoculars.. can you dig it? [singers] you gotta get on down [Dr. Dre] Ha hah, yeah, uhh [singers] just get on down [Dr. Dre] I know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see you UHH, I know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see you You can't see me? Hahaha, yeah Death Row, let me know you in the house (BEOTCH!) Yeah, that's right, we out.. ¡¡

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