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JOHNNY CASH lyrics - One Piece At A Time

One Piece At A Time

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Well, I left Kentucky back in '49 An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line The first year they had me puttin' wheels on cadillacs Every day I'd watch them beauties roll by And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry 'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black. One day I devised myself a plan That should be the envy of most any man I'd sneak it out of there in a lunchbox in my hand Now gettin' caught meant gettin' fired But I figured I'd have it all by the time I retired I'd have me a car worth at least a hundred grand. [CHORUS] I'd get it one piece at a time And it wouldn't cost me a dime You'll know it's me when I come through your town I'm gonna ride around in style I'm gonna drive everybody wild 'Cause I'll have the only one there is a round. So the very next day when I punched in With my big lunchbox and with help from my friends I left that day with a lunch box full of gears Now, I never considered myself a thief GM wouldn't miss just one little piece Especially if I strung it out over several years. The first day I got me a fuel pump And the next day I got me an engine and a trunk Then I got me a transmission and all of the chrome The little things I could get in my big lunchbox Like nuts, an' bolts, and all four shocks But the big stuff we snuck out in my buddy's mobile home. Now, up to now my plan went all right 'Til we tried to put it all together one night And that's when we noticed that something was definitely wrong. The transmission was a '53 And the motor turned out to be a '73 And when we tried to put in the bolts all the holes were gone. So we drilled it out so that it would fit And with a little bit of help with an A-daptor kit We had that engine runnin' just like a song Now the headlight' was another sight We had two on the left and one on the right But when we pulled out the switch all three of 'em come on. The back end looked kinda funny too But we put it together and when we got thru Well, that's when we noticed that we only had one tail-fin About that time my wife walked out And I could see in her eyes that she had her doubts But she opened the door and said "Honey, take me for a spin." So we drove up town just to get the tags And I headed her right on down main drag I could hear everybody laughin' for blocks around But up there at the court house they didn't laugh 'Cause to type it up it took the whole staff And when they got through the title weighed sixty pounds. [CHORUS] I got it one piece at a time And it didn't cost me a dime You'll know it's me when I come through your town I'm gonna ride around in style I'm gonna drive everybody wild 'Cause I'll have the only one there is around. [Spoken] Ugh! Yow, RED RYDER This is the COTTON MOUTH In the PSYCHO-BILLY CADILLAC Come on Huh, This is the COTTON MOUTH And negatory on the cost of this mow-chine there RED RYDER You might say I went right up to the factory And picked it up, it's cheaper that way Ugh!, what model is it?

Can I Get It?

J Live "Apokalipse"
Verse 1 It was a summer mornin' at the age of eighteen I'll start the story in the shower singin' Microphone Fiend Tryna figure my routine for the day There's mad things to do with no delay In preparation for this jam around the way I'm steppin' out the shower Crossin' out the calender Pickin' out the afro and pullin' out the gear I hear the same sounds every mornin' Sports centre the traffic Your mom dukes screamin' in my ear Dipped, yet my thoughts slip Thinkin' that my plans just barely coincide with my money clip But get a grip cos by the end of the day, bro Your pockets'll be a-ight, even before the crowd says 'A-yo!' I jet up to Lex, take the 6 to the R My journey wouldn't feel as far if I had a car 5-O was there, so I paid my fare But I didn't care 'til he gave a glare, who you tryna scare? I'm passin' flyers to a crew of fly young sisters A chicken from my past is actin' crab, so I had to diss her My head bops and my fingers pops 'til I reach my stop Then I mush my way through to the record shop Can I get it one time for the selector? Does he come correct in your sector? Indoors or an outside jam Can I get it if ya understand? Verse 2 ------- As I exit stage right, lookin' forward to the night It's official, Imma have this party packed tight like toilet tissue What's the issue? I'm never comin' wack We never lack the latest flavour, keepin' crates stacked Buyin' records by the pack With my knapsack filled as I chilled On the C-Train, simple and plain, let me explain I had to check my man Gee for his m-i-c Cos the way we be mine simply couldn't maintain As usual Gee was on C.P Time But he came through with this mic, plus this bleeder light, right My next step was to transport the system Let's see, between me and my peeps five deep We still had no ride So I hailed a taxi, since the yellow's don't stop And it don't quit, you know we went gypsy Arrivin' on the scene at about eight-fifteen To the same routine, some sheisty brother frontin' on my green Never that, nah mean? Check this out, black Skip the non-sense cos Imma say this just once I want the money we discussed last week Plus you're payin' for my ride I'll take my loot upfront with no stunts, bro Put your chequebooks away, no pay no J No J no sound play, you make no profit, understand? Plus your name was on the flyers so your rep'll be dead What he said? Not a thing, he put the cash in my hand... Can I get it one time for the selector? Does he come correct in your sector? Indoors or an outside jam Can I get it if ya understand? Can I get it one time for the selector? Does he come correct in your sector? Old school or a new school jam Can I get it if ya understand? Verse 3 ------- On the line perplexed, fixed to flex cos you're far from next And the next one to bump you from the back gets his chin checked But I don't know about that cos I'm already in there And I got ya grinnin' when you hear your favourite record spinnin' So skip it, cos now you're bouncin' to the door But if you're riffin' with the bouncers You'll be bouncin' straight up off the floor So if you're mad at the security (Sadat X: It don't mean jack to me...that's how it's supposed to be) As I mix Walk on By over Passin' Me By Seem like everybody puffin' but I'm contact high Off this fresh new wax, with the real brown sugars makin' eye contact React, what's the haps? It's digits or excuses? I'm pullin' out the pen and she supplies the data Flavour, but for now I got tracks to spin So if you're stayin' til the end we can handle this later Torturin' the fader, the Tech 12 freaker The bass from the amps shake the stickers off the speaker I don't claim to have the loudest sound in town But from the inside it felt like the ground shaked from Lenox to Bleecker Circles form, dance contests Most know how I do while the rest make requests But Imma play what you wanna hear anyway So get your boogie on and parley Can I get it one time for the selector? Does he come correct in your sector? Old school or a new school jam Can I get it if ya understand? Can I get it one time for the selector? Does he come correct in your sector? Outside or an indoor jam Can I get it if ya understand?

Let Me In (Ft.50 Cent)

[50 cent] Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT! We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again We party, harder than you can imagine You can run wit losers, or run wit winners and win Ahh! [Verse 1] [Young Buck] I feel attention when I walk in the club G-unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub I dont need security, this old nickle enough I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all So bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight She might neva come home again nigga, aight! Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like Ridin' in Ca$hville runnin all stop lights Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin My momma just had a dream of seein me in prison My daddys a dope fein, n i dont really miss him Aint seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livin Tha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm 50 holla get em' Buck, you know im gunna get em' Raaaaa! [Chorus x2] I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in wit this nine I know you gonna smoke on my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D [verse 2] [Young Buck] I know im sinnin but im winnin at tha same time Take a couple shots from some niggas tryin ta take mine I'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech nine Niggaz shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signs G-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin wat tha thugs do G's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips n the Blooz too Move lemme come through Aint a pair of handcuffs, can hold me I'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin to some oldies My goals keep shinin, Them hoes keep cryin The handle of my 45 outlined in diamonds Just left Ca$hville, bout to fly to Miami Hopin Yayo watchin Eminem, preform at the Grammys Niggaz like Eric Benet, prolly cant stand me I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties Bitch! [Hook] Ya'll niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in) [Chorus x2] [verse 3] Bet ya I can make them bounce back Teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah) Now where ya hood at? Buck If you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do Who want beif, I aint come for no name callin Dont be mad cuz we is n you aint ballin' Gettin' money is my motto for you broke folks Can't spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes It's alright if you still on the block boy See ima cold young thug, not a hot boy You know I do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind bars As soon as they come home, I'll go n buy them all cars Young Buck! [chorus x2] [50 cent] We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again We party, harder than you can imagine You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win AHH!

Old Timer (The Song)

WAYLON JENNINGS "Waymore's Blues (Part II)"
I grew up in Wyoming In and around Jackson's hole In the shadows of the Tetons Where summers are hot And winters unbearably cold But the Spring and the Fall Are always as good as it gets For over 70 years now I'd watch the sun rise and set I've been a cowboy Working the round-ups in spring I've lived in the mountains Hunted the grizzly Trapping the rivers and streams Always the loner I've treasured my freedom the most And though i never married As a young man I might have come close From somewhere back east She came to the valley With a man who did her no good He was fast with the ladies A tin horn gambler And a cheat whenever he could She had no friends or family Most of the time he was gone He died in a card game And she found herself all alone Alone and afraid and left unprotected 'Cause he was all that she had Maybe I should have But Inever told her So she never knew he was bad But I'll always remember Standing and watching her cry There was no one to help her But I was determined to try I mended her fences and Fixed up her cabin I had everything looking good I laid by her food And wood for the winter Helping wherever I could The more I was around her The more I wanted to be There was something about her That brought out a good side of me I went into town, I brought a new outfit I got me a haircut and shave I'd trek through the snow For no good reason Just to go by her cabin each day I don't know about love But Iwas quite taken in by it all Till her brother came in the Spring And he took her back to St. Paul I don't go down to Jackson Ain't nothing there but motels and bars Too damn many tourists No place to hide They'll find you wherever you are They like to call me old timer I am getting older I guess But i don't like the changes 'Cause I've seen it all at its best When my life is over I don't want to be left in town But up in the mountains There is a place I've marked off my own piece of ground High in the Tetons Above and away from it all From the top of old Grand I bet on a clear day - you can see All the way to St. Paul


JOELL ORTIZ "The Brick: Bodega Chronicles"
Let me paint a picture for these suburb niggas This the hood Dope fiends, syringes on the cracked concrete, Lie next to a dirty dipper, life on the streets is real (real) Fiends forming crack packs at night And sell they daughter's brand new bike to fill a pipe It's sad. We've got it bad, weed bags and dutches Re-lax and puff it escape reality Until your high come down, you look around And see the same thing you seen before you gave duke a pound And copped your little chronic, it's off the hook in the projects Parents hooked on drugs, these kids hooked on phonics How little man gonna concentrate on ABC's When he gotta go down the hall to watch they TV (cause you done sold his) [Chorus: x2] L - You live it, don't like it but learn to love it I - It ain't fair, but who cares, you gotta thug it F - For sheezee my attitizee is fuck it E - Either you roll or get rolled on it's nothing I was probably 9 or 10 when I picked up my pen Down in Short's crib, listenin to Criss-Cross then That's when my verses had a million curses and 10 gats Fast cars, and I ain't know where the gas peddle was at (you know) 10 years old, peddling crack, at least to me I was See hood youngins wanna be like thugs Straight A students got laughed at and called a herb By people in they class that wished they could be called a nerd But they ain't take time to sound out all of they words So they covered it up with jokes and cut to smoke herbs And fill cups with alcohol, over school nights Parents needed a Tylenol, teachers ain't know they child at all At home they weren't wild at all, but when they got to school Bad influences and peer pressure was pilling on Quote unquote cool crowds was where they wanted to fit in A lot of them wish they didn't now they all got addictions Winter time, out in the cold, sniffling on a mission To find something that which is cool when they was school skippin If they could turn back hands they would have took school different But ain't no time machines Now they stuck in the mind of fiends Feeling sorry for they selves, life is mean and Shorty they was feeling now proudly sports a diamond ring That the nerd gave to her - Wishing they was the one that was engaged to her Now who's the cool crowd? [Chorus: x2] L - You live it, don't like it but learn to love it I - It ain't fair, but who cares, you gotta thug it F - For sheezee my attitizee is fuck it E - Either you roll or get rolled on it's nothing

Jane Ii

EPMD "Unfinished Business"
P - Hello hello, may I speak to the E? E - This is me... is this the doctor M.D.? Yo P it's kinda early, who's there Laverner and Shirley? Is it Kate and Allie, or some other girlie? Well anyway, yo P you know I'm lazy Callin me this time of hour you must be crazy P - Excuse me, but I'm sorry E Double It's a terrible situation and it might cause trouble Throw on your coat jump in your Benz and come over E - Why P? P - Yo, I think Jane is on my sofa E - What? P - Last night I was all alone Cold watch the boob tube, because my fuse was blown Picked up the bat phone, to drop a line to you Maybe 10:15, or maybe 10:22 E - Where was I? P - I don't know, you wasn't there Threw on the link Rolex watch and fresh gear I grabbed my key, along with the cash flow Shifted out the door to the local disco E - Where'd you go, not to that ran down pub P - Hell no... I was coolin at a club It was Spanish night, so I was drinkin Molta Threw on a little tango, plus a little salsa Seen a fly girl, standin next to me So I slid over to her very non-chalantly She was DEF, body perfectly fit She was packin, a 300-E with the kit I said, Kitten, how ya doin miss? I said, Hello my name is Parrish E - Hi, my name is Cris P - Can I buy you a drink? E - Yes P - What will it be? E - A martini and Rossi, Asi Spumante. By the way is that your Caadillac Allante parked outside right next to my Monte car? You can call it, my ex-husband bought it. P - Put my ego up here and said it's time to go for it This place is a drag, grab your coat and bag. We'll have drinks on the house, back at my pad. We got to my house we walked through the door Threw on Night and Day by E - Al. B Sure P - She grabbed me, gave me kiss on the lips So I grabbed the cold booty and caressed the hips I got ahead of myself, because I wanted to flirt Took off the G-strings and the V-neck skirt Put my eho up here E - Yeah it's time to do work P - I felt the movement below so it's time to react I went in my back utility belt anad pulled out a jim hat I bust a move... when it came to that But then she freaked it, and grabbed the bozack Started dpom it, then she called me the master E - You got bigger, better, stronger and much faster P - At first I laughed, as if it was a joke But then my heart skipped a beat, and I lost a stroke I said to myself, oh no it couldn't be The J to the A to the N to the E E - Yo P don't tell me it was Jane you were douchin With the Anita Baker head P - Nah more like Whitney Houston E - While the record's still playing to Al B. Sure's Effect Mode Stay tuned, to be continued on the next episode Peace, I'm Audi 5000

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