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JUSTICE CREW lyrics

Friday To Sunday

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[Lenny:] It's 5:29 and I'm thinkin bout tonight Got my eyes on the door And my mind runnin wild Cause in a minute (aye aye) You can watch me come alive Once I get in it (aye aye) Lets party day and night [John:] All the girl think their sweet Swing your hips to the beat In the club from the street And you know we're all in deep [Paulie:] It's getting crazy (aye aye) And we aint stoppin now The walls are shakin (aye aye) And the roof in comin down [Bridge:] We came here to party It's time to let go So lets get it started Get crazy on the dance floor [Chorus:] From friday to sunday I make the girls go wild From friday to sunday you know they like my style In body to body it's like a jungle inside From friday to sunday, friday to sunday whoa [John:] The music's gettin loud Got me jumpin with the crowd And your lights flasin bright It's gettin hot up inside [Solo:] So grab somebody (aye aye) And show them what you got Come everybody (aye aye) Gonna dance until we drop [Bridge:] We came here to party It's time to let go So lets get it started Get crazy on the dance floor [Chorus x2:] From friday to sunday I make the girls go wild From friday to sunday you know they like my style In body to body it's like a jungle inside From friday to sunday, friday to sunday [Scrappy:] Ah everybodys movin to the beat beat Jumpin and flippin to the beat beat It's so hypnotic Just jump on it This is where you really wanna be be [Kid Taz:] From Sydney to Miami London to Brazil(Brazil) From Tokyo to Paris(Paris) To LA and the Hills [Chorus x2:] From friday to sunday I make the girls go wild From friday to sunday you know they like my style In body to body it's like a jungle inside From friday to sunday, friday to sunday

And God Said To Cain

JEDI MIND TRICKS "The Thief And The Fallen"
[Intro: A-F-R-O as Don Corleone] Don Corleone here to tell you about loyalty, respect and underground shit [Verse 1: A-F-R-O] The myth of a man let your bridges wither and dance Oblivious now, primitive, I'm Olympian, now it's routed in pistols Allow me to buy the album, child imbeciles And I was a coward out to intend powerful minutes for The crowd, the men, the rowdy, loudest towered sour diesel Out to seek a pile of reeking, reaching demons, wild deacons Denial deep, denial seek the child teachin' my own preachin' means And thinkin' why I'm leavin' rhymes leakin' by the evenin' Who'da thought the hammer hit ya? The Ruger spark, leave you handicapped, trapped in wheelchairs Drop bomb, calm flow forming on Important, I'm raw mob (Don Corleone) Take this offer, the vengeance refuse to Amend all you're used to, remember that you're useful Uh, and the Godfather speaks R.A. and Vinnie Paz, Stoupe on the beat Let's get it! [Hook:] You go against the family, you get buried It's R.A., A-F-R-O, Stoupe and Vinnie P Cause most these rappers nowadays is fairies And y'all could never fuck with JMT (Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist) [Verse 2: R.A. The Rugged Man] Yo, to the piano blue diablo, will do an Amadou Diallo Out the Kilimanjaro, animal, Italiano Mario Bava a giallo, I beat apollo, you eat a hollow Hole in your middle, look like a seed of avocado Life gone, I'm beyond body harm, carry an arm in my palm Leave you bloodier than Carrie at the prom Man, Van Damme kick a foe, Mantan Wigger, whoa!! bam bam bigelow, bigger flow, Riddick Bowe Summer 80's Bananarama, da ha da ha Had the hammer to Alabama to where the crackers are Animated Hanna Barbera Barbera rather Cameron in avatar Stamina like the man out of Panama, Paz and Allah Macking Mary Magdalene, Howard Hewett from Shalamar Rapping assassin like I'm back with Rawkus and Agallah Pill to a blondie, the ill Bill Cosby Ill hobby, kill the body, Ingagi, I killed Gandhi I like Chi-Lites, dice and knife fights Mics syllables slang slit you, scissor precise slice Sacrifice, lose suitable beautiful life price And I could conquer the Devil and I could revise Christ, c'mon [Hook] [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] C'mon The mythical man who come from indivisible fam You pitiful fam, this shit is gonna get physical fam You kicking the can, I'm visual like Dario Argento Like stabbing you with a pencil inside of the instrumental If that ain't what you was into, I'll slide inside of your mental And provide you with a rhyme, make it silence the instrumental I body you with the Ginsu, but that'll probably be drawn It's not so hidden, it got a kind of me gone And I'mma probably be wrong and y'all will probably be on The anomaly is how you'll be on a quality song The bodies is on my lawn, the bodies have been deformed The bodies have been piling up like I've been silently calm I had to sound the alarm, I had to try to get rid of em Riddlin with the Ritalin, little bit of adrenaline A little bit of medicine in the middle of Italy And the only way to really begin again is to end again [Hook] [Outro:] You know who I am I'm back and ready to fight You know who I am Come out your belly and get shot drastically You know who I am I'm back and ready to fight You know who I am

Friday At Five

JOHN MICHAEL MONTGOMERY "Kickin' It Up"
(Jimmy Stewart/George Teren) Got some cash in my pocket And it's burning a hole Got the boss on my back And it's getting real old This week's been hell But I'll party it out of my mind From Friday at five Till Sunday at closing time Ain't a punching no clock Ain't a making no plans Need a girl on my arm And a beer in my hands I'm tight as drum But I'm gonna cut loose and unwind From Friday at five Till Sunday at closing time Got some pretty little women waiting on me To shake up this sleepy old town That's one job I take seriously I wouldn't dream of letting them down Got a call from my ex And she's asking for more I'm late with the rent And the wolf's at the door But thats gonna be The furthest thing from my mind From Friday at five Till Sunday at closing time Got some pretty little women waiting on me To shake up this sleepy old town That's one job I take seriously I wouldn't dream of letting them down It might take me all week To get back on my feet But I know I'll be alright From Friday at five Till Sunday at closing time From Friday at five Till Sunday at closing time

Sunday Morning Coming Down

WAYLON JENNINGS "The Taker/Tulsa"
Well, I woke up Sunday mornin' with no way To hold my head that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for desert. Then I fumbled through my closet to my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt And I shaved my face and combed my hair Stumbled down the stair to meet the day. Well, I'd smoke my mind the night before With cigarettes and songs that I'd been picking But I lit my first and watched the small kid Cussing the can that he was kicking. Then I crossed the empty street and caught The Sunday smell of someone frying chicken And it took me back to somethin' That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way. On the Sunday morning sidewalk Wishing Lord, that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday Makes a body feel alone. And there's nothing sure to dying Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday morning coming down. In the park I saw a daddy With the laughin' little girl that he was swinging Then I stopped beside a Sunday school Listened to the songs they were singing. I headed back for home and somewhere far away A lonely bell was ringing And it echoed through the canyons Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. On the Sunday morning sidewalk Wishing Lord, that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday Makes a body feel alone...

Sean Olsen

KORN "Untouchables"
What's your lie Fuck you Warm lips, a big smile, has made your mind runs wild, this game you play I like the way You expect to grab a child, you think I'm innocent, not wild, take me and look see how much I'm tame Never gotta a little, but I think he'll never know, how to live with sure body wild until the pressure so, I'll show you feelings that you pain is nothing, so let your body hang in there, what a frustrating fear Warm lips, a big smile, hatred runs through your insides, this game you play it turns my attention each day You think it's all a lie, they want you to stray outta line, anger twisted your life, but you pay I wish I could take control, I wish I could let go, I wish I could break this mold, inside I'm so fucking cold I'm come'n I'm come'n I'm come'n on you I wish I could lose control I wish I could let go I wish I could break this mold inside I'm so fucking cold Wet fits inside so the truth unfolds I learned to lybra suffering, This was real, I'm dead for you with heroin What's come'n What's come'n What's come'n on you I'm come'n I'm come'n, I'm come'n on you

Lust Demons

AB-SOUL "Control System"
[Intro: BJ the Chicago Kid (and Ab-Soul)] Your body's calling Your body's calling (Gimme some of that, gimme some of that that) Your body's calling Your body's calling (Me) Your body's calling Your body's calling (Gimme some of that, gimme some of that that) Your body's calling Your body's calling me [Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Alright, I know what you like, I know what you want I know what you need, I know how to put you out your misery A-B (dash) S-o-u-l Infinity when it comes to the possibilities Anytime you're in my vicinity And I'll beat it, yeah I'll beat it up, yeah I'll beat it up Just like it's my enemy, all night I can't resist, I need it like my pancreas If you dismiss and no give me kiss kiss, it'll be hard digesting it Gimme some of that, gimme some of that That sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff Back it up til a nigga say that's enough Mirror on the ceiling, everything looking up Sweetie, I'm trying to get it in like a suite key Your skin like sweet tea, I need thee Look sweet thing, you remind me of my jeep, your body's calling She got work but I think she finna call in, cause I'm all in that thang And she probably think I'm in love the way I'm falling in that thang Soulo [Hook: BJ the Chicago Kid] This strange thing got me leaning This reefer keep on steaming And I believe that everything happens for a reason And girl you got me fiending I don't care about your religion Cause I just can't resist you God damn lust demons [Verse 2: Jay Rock] Rock, Rock Leaning like a motherfucker, I be pouring (Black Hippy Shit) higher than a motherfucker, I be blowing I'm off that Amber Kush with a bad little bitch call it Amber Rose She be loving the crew and I be loving her too She got a thang for them rap niggas I suppose She feeling my energy I feel on her thighs, she fill up the Henessey Now we on the sofa, in a minute I'm a be bending her over She know my motives, tryna get behind me like a locomotive She trained, she on the right track Yeah she got that boomerang then I'm coming right back She ratchet nasty She got a ring on her tongue and a ring on her clit Got my hands on my YKK, sip it down, now she all on my tip She told me, look at me when I work my magic daddy She pulled a rabbit out a hat Made my dick disappear, in thin air Then she brought it right back [Hook]

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