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Jo Davidson lyrics - Fragile Tough Girl

Real

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a crowded room some shallow club in L.A. trying to talk over the music like there's anything to say he turns to me and says people are more real In New York. Oh really, I answer not believing a word to me his statement is just a little bit absurd like New York is any different as if anywhere is different from anywhere People are real wherever you go It's just a matter of what they're afraid to show People are real wherever you go It's just a matter of what they're hiding Well a guy comes to the table and he does his magic and suddenly a little turtle jumps right out of his jacket and all I can think is what must that turtle be thinking then the owner slips the magician a couple large bills and he's on to the next table and he's on to the next thrills oh the champagne keeps flowing and everyone is happy happy chorus repeat you gotta be on something to be into this you have to already have fallen to fall for these tricks with her back to the wall she stands there alone holding her stomach and wishing she was home chorus

Tryin To Do Something

MASTER P "Ghetto D"
ugh ha, do that to one of those tenderonies and uh, that mean you trying to do something I'm trying to do something, ya'll hear that chorus: the eye contact that you and I share make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear if I could I would and I ain't even frontin I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something the eye contact that you and I share make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear if I could I would and I ain't even frontin I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something maybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P got these ghetto hoties wanting to put they love in me I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated screaming No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger come close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya work it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex I want you to open your legs as wide as you could so I can hit from the back with this nickle plated wood up and down like a roller coaster from your stomach to your back let a gangsta poke ya I ain't trippin, never slippin cause I got straps 9 months later, we ain't bustin no caps crispy clean, no strings attached little bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that CHORUS I heard you want a romance wont you lay up there and give me the chance I ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced I'm matured enough, and I ain't approached you for nothing and the reason I came up off cause you workig with something now I done had a little herb, now I done build up the nerve on top of that my head tight from everything the boss serve I'm pitching, cause your curves got me wanting to slide home and prove that I flip other things besides ounz tel your girl you're gone, baby you gots to rome he leaving with things, he get it on, get it on you cold make me moan, so you up for screwing me please use engenuity when you doing me damn you blues with you matching hot shoes pretty legs but knees gone get bruised there's no one gonna get used straight to the point shorty look I'm trying to do something CHORUS back stage at the concerts peepin you wanted me to see you and I'm thinking about creepin far from home, destination unknown, rock bone hotel booked and I don't wanta be alone maybe it's the tone got me visualizing this song camouflauge love all night making me moan thug passion, in the back seat ripping off your fashion run and tell your girls about your night with the assassin I'm here tonight and the vibe is right red and blue lights are glowing over Brian McKnight but tomorrow my flight, and I'll be outta your sight take my address down so you can write but for now lets do something fuck the frontin and the talking my dogs just about barkin take your outfit off and put the soldiers shit on and go to the war with me pager number's on the desk hit me when you trying to do something CHORUS

Silent Treatment

THE ROOTS
Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X Girl you know that you need to stop givin' me the silent.. treatment baby Can't you see what you mean to me? I wanna love you constantly, but you keep neglecting me And treating me silently Verse One: BlackThought Yo, I had a Queen named Amina, height 5'7' Caramel-complected, body like heaven Met her through the sister of my man Big Vince Like some shit from out the flicks we been in love ever since She called me her chocolate brotha, I call her my sugar sista Knew Shorty could work it since before I ever kissed her I never dissed her, painted my picture to hit But because sex she wasn't with, she started flippin an' shit Like, 'Listen man, I'm Queen Amina, Amina's not no freak and that game is weak and keep tryin to hit I could quit speakin Tariq in fact, you bein BlackThought don't get ya closer I dig ya but won't bone ya because I'm so-called supposed ta Most o' them would, but that couldn't be me, that's not my flava Go home and think about that, maybe later on I'll page ya...' I contemplated, and then concluded she was bluffin Steady pursuin screwin, gettin nothin but the silent treatment Chorus (+ 'Silently bay-bee' at end) Verse Two: BlackThought Crazy frustration, about my lovin situation When patience was a virtue, but I wasn't used to waitin I want some Marvin Gaye healin, feelin is real inside I slip and slide, my ride'll keep you occupied, I'd.. love to get wit it like that, but my baby's kitty cat's capped and locked, Love Boat is docked at the shore And what for? Later for groupies on tour Why won't my sugar call me no more? I mean, my Queen gets upset, rejectin and sexually neglect Then sayin I'm more sewer than Das EFX, and closed-minded It's like I'm blinded by the skinnin I'm into women; because of that, this one's into communication Temptation played the vandal, freakin my brain, my mind Rippin the handle on physically scandalous acts Yo! She knew what I wanted, but she fronted ... bust it Chorus Verse Three: BlackThought Well umm Movin right along with the song, plus the strong feelings on my mind, desire to intertwine Combine and blend, baby bust a message that I send Ain't no need to pretend, cause shit is real til the end I provide a place to hide from crime, hard times and livin trife, while I open ya mind, you're in my life like love, it ain't no way no one can rise above what's real That's why I'm feelin like you're makin me bugged I puff an El on fifty deuce while I walk in the rain Heart feelin killa pain while I hop the train Dial her number to the rest, and ain't no messages left Regardless, my chest thumps from stress, yo it's a mess I don't know what I got to do to make you understand I'm for real and that's no question, no frontin or no guessin Undressin, carressin, in the span, that I contain in my hand could touch and make you say that I'm such a man and call my name, so let me set your body aflame I'll never treat you like a dame or run game Now who's to blame? I know you're not a hoe for niggaz with a lot of dough But I just wanted you to know Chorus (+ 'silently' at end) Chorus 1/2 (+ 'silently, si-lent-ly' at end) *whistling of music fades away*

New York New York

Grandmaster Flash
New York New York, big city of dreams And everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law and I know my way around Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha) Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah! A castle in the sky, one mile high Built to shelter the rich and greedy Rows of eyes, disguised as windows Looking down on the poor and the needy Miles of people, marching up the avenue Doin' what they gotta do, just to get by I'm living in the land of plenty and many But I'm damn sure poor and I don't know why Too much, too many people, too much Too much, too many people, too much! A man's on a ledge, says he's gonna jump People gather round, said, 'He won't he's just a chump' 'Cause he lost his job, then he got robbed His mortgage is due and his marriage is through He says he ain't gonna pay no child support Because the bitch left him without a second thought He got nothing to eat, no shoes on his feet She even left his clothes out in the street He keeps hearing noises when he's at home He always hears voices when he's all alone His wife took the kids, the car and the crib In this man's world, so much for Women's Lib New York New York big city of dreams But everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law, and I know my way around Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly But you can't tell the women from the men sometimes They're sugar and spice and everything nice But when you get ‘em home ain't no telling what you find Right next door is a little old man I seen him eating dog food out of a can He says, 'I got to eat, when I can't afford meat I barely can stand, on my own two feet I got a bad habit and I just can't break it Something's on my mind and I just can't shake it I need some time, and I want some space I gotta get away from the human race' Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha) Too much, too many people, too much! Raaah! Staring at a skyscraper reaching into heaven When over in the ghetto I'm livin in hell Just play ball or be an entertainer 'Cause niggaz like me can't read too well Nobody loves me, nobody cares I dreamed about a life but I'm livin in a nightmare Paranoid schizo, set back, snowbound Bad news psycho, heart attack, breakdown! Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh, Hee, HUH! If only I could sleep just ten more minutes I might find the strength to make another day If I didn't have to get up and do my thing I would probably sleep my whole life away I messed up a nice dream, somethin' bout ice cream Whipped cream, fruits and a cherry on top Now I gotta get up and face the world, huh The pressure is on, It ain't never gonna stop I sho' gotta learn to use my mind I don't wanna be kissing nobody's behind Just standin' on line lookin' like a jerk Gotta get off my butt and do a full day's work I ran into a pothole, got into a car crash Should'a been thinking and tried to fake whiplash A crowd gathered round, they're callin' me fat Who you lookin at with a face like that? New York New York big city of dreams Everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law and I know my way around On 42nd Street, lookin for some action Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction One young punk just leaning on the fence Tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents Really is a prankster, tried to be a gangster Real big wheel when a gun is in his hands Just did a stick-up, just got picked up One dead punk, killed by the man New York New York big city of dreams And everything in New York ain't always what it seem You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law and I know my way around Too much, too many people, too much (haha ha ha) Too much, too many people, too much! Huh! A baby cries and a mother dies And the tears fall from the doctor's eyes Because in this room, on this day The Good Lord has giveth, and taketh away, huh! The gift of life really means a lot And in the ghetto your life is all you got So you take to the streets, trying to exist In the trash and slime of a world like this What you watch on TV tells you what life is supposed to be But when you look outside the only thing you see Is the poverty stricken reality, Heh! Abandoned places, angry faces Much hate and hunger throughout the races You say, 'I'm grown and I'm on my own So why don't everybody just leave me alone!' Now you stay at home, talking on the phone Doin ninety miles an hour in the fifty mile zone They never took the time to tell you ‘bout sex So you had to learn about it in the discotheques Nine months later, the baby is there And the Nigga that did it said, 'I don't care!' You don't have enough money to help feed two So you have to choose between the baby and you The sky was crying, rain and hail When you put your baby in the garbage pail Then you kissed the kid and put down the lid And you tried to forget what you just did, Huh! The muffled screams of a dying baby Was enough to drive the young mother crazy So she ran in the rain trying to ease the pain Huh huh, And she drove herself insane New York New York big city of dreams But everything in New York ain't always what it seem You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law and I know my way around Too much, too many people, too much (haha ha ha) Too much, too many people, too much! HUH! New York New York big city of dreams But everything in New York ain't always what it seem You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law and I know my way around Too much, too many people, too much (haha ha ha) Too much, too many people, too much

Chuck Person

ACTION BRONSON "Dr. Lecter"
[Sample: Sin City] And when I find out who did it, it won't be quick and quiet like it was with you. It'll be loud and nasty. My kind of kill. And when his eyes go dead the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him. [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Yo Time on my hands Running fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee Hit the Jackie Rob Cop the Hershey Spark the bark for the ride back to the Galaxy Back, back, down, forward, kick That's a fatality For Liu Kang, turn to a dragon then a raven Ain't no professor that can fuck with this verbatim Your style is prenatal I got the hand that rock the cradle Fully auto mac under the table Jewish platters, kreplach soups and sable If you ain't stable, don't hang around cause I enable Drug use, dick sucks from a fiend Rib eye steaks that still on a bone Me and my team shine Like hologram fishscale right off the Greek coast Toast to greats with bubbles Three states, three cases, no traces I'm the ace to shovels So sick, muthafucka cover face with muzzles (Yeah!) Flushing, Queens, twenty seven years strong Where you think you're gonna run to when the tears gone And reality set just like the sun do Ain't trying to have my babies raised up in the slum, true! [Sample: Sin City] C'mon, you son of a bitch. Damn, he's slick. [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] No love for snitch niggas trying to serenade the precinct Singing about granulated onions that ain't used for seasoning My mind is off, this life gave me a different type of reasoning I'm so New York that I could rep it from a different region Slay heffers, Ottomanelli's got 'em in telly's We eat good, Turkish cuisine, Ottoman belly's We sit in whips and our whips sit on Pirelli's While we're getting dick sucks, my whole team is Akinyele's Put in their mouth, let 'em give 'em second chances I'm known for finger banging bitches giving table dances Open my flip book, see me posted in the sickest stances Glorious garments, you could get some style by taking glances Red snapper, taken apart, put back together Plated on some bok choy, fine fish platters forever (Yo!) Same routine, another day, a new endeavor I usually rock a power piece under a Polo leather [Verse 3: Shaz Illyork] I write left, think right, need the box tight Mind blowing dome cause I always eat the box right Make believers out of haters, haters out of homies Bring my fam to the top so I ain't lonely I'm with the team, cuisine like we celebrating Contemplate the takeover when we delegating Get it shaking like a dancer at Perfections Catch us in a European coupe, it's never rented, kid Been getting it, circle full of amateurs See great rappers smoking seeded up cannabis Fucking embarrassment, we cooler than a Vick's rub You the type to trick it all night at a strip club I'm the type to bag a stripper out front Take her back, line a twenty up and get my shit sucked (Yeah!) That's what you do when you flyer than Goldblum Purple label loafers, paying homage to the old school [Verse 4: AG Da Coroner] I'm from Brooklyn, the reason why I walk with a bop Same reason I don't fuck with the cops My borough is thorough, if any nigga try to tell me it's not I'll leave his face bloodied up, all covered in knots We break bread at the table with made niggas and sip wine And graduate from little niggas, now we living big time I'm in a state of mind like Nas in his prime That real New York talk, home of gritty and grime Check it, I got the cleanup, Bronsonelli's batting leadoff Your mother's mouth is the place where I drop my seeds off Hop in the Lamborghini, middle finger speed off D's are getting P'd off, they're present, drop the weed off I'm like a cross between Stoudemire and Carmelo Half these New York whack rappers are soft as Jell-O Since a little nigga, always been a fly fellow Went from dark brown skin into a high yellow

Celebrity

BRAD PAISLEY "Mud On The Tires"
Someday I'm gonna be famous, Do I have talent, well, no. These days you don't really need it, Thanks to reality shows. Can't wait to date a supermodel, Can't wait to sue my dad. Can't wait to wreck a Ferrari On my way to rehab. Chorus: 'Cause when you're a celebrity It's adios reality You' can act just like fool People think you're cool Just cause you're on TV. I can throw major fits When my latte isn't just how I like it They say I've gone insane, I'll blame it on the fame, And the pressures that goes with Being a celebrity. I get to cry to Barbara Walters, When things don't go my way. I'll get community service No matter which law I break. I'll make the supermarket tabloids, They'll write some awful stuff But the more they run my name down, The more my price goes up! Chorus: 'Cause when you're a celebrity, It's adios reality. No matter what you do, People think you're cool, Just cause you're on TV. I can fall in and out of love, Have marriages that barely last a month. When they go down the drain I'll blame it on the fame And say it's just so tough. Being a celebrity. So let's hitch up the wagons and head out west To the land of fun in the sun We'll be real world bachelors Jackass Millionaires Hey, Hey, Hollywood Here we come! Chorus: Yeah, When you're a celebrity It's adios reality No matter what you do, People think you're cool, Just cause you're on TV. Being a celebrity. Yeah celebrity! uh huh ugh??Where's my coffee?

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