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JUVENILE lyrics

Nolia Clap

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[Wacko] 1, 2, 3, 4, Bust it!!!! C’mon, C’mon Juvenile, Wacko, Skip [Chorus:] Where dat Melph at? Where da Yo at? Where dat Thomas at? Where VL at? Ya’ll Hear that Nolia Clap? Ya’ll hear that Nolia Clap? [Verse 1:] I’m in the Calio, You know I’m headed front of town By Kayotic and Lil real One, cuz it’s going down You see the DB’s tell ‘em Wacko lookin for ‘em I got some dro, I got some change, I got some pussy for ‘em If they ask you where I’m at I’m in the Melph pickin up Chuck In the chromed out Bubblegum Pickup Truck Slide on Josephine, Holla at Lil Kia and Pluck My nigga Troy told me to keep it real as fuck We bought the House of Blues tonight after the DJ in the Nolia On Washington & Frerret, across the street from Babosca But first I’m bout to snatch up all Saratoga Head straight to Foot Action and snatch me two pair of Solja’s Take a left on Taladonna get a O of that doja Tell ‘em right on my trail and hit the gars and lets roll up I’m bout to hit Julio and get the blazes from soda I got Geezy waiting on VL we bout to bang up this Yola [Chorus:] Where dat Melph at? Where da Yo at? Where dat Thomas at? Where VL at? Ya’ll Hear that Nolia Clap? Ya’ll hear that Nolia Clap? Where Hollygrove at? Gert Town at? P Town at? Nigga Town at? Ya’ll Hear that Nolia Clap? Ya’ll hear that Nolia Clap? [Verse 2: Wacko (Skip)] I’m in Hollygrove searching for the Skip dogg (Whaaa!) H2 Chromed out, nice whip dogg Let’s hit Gert Town I heard they pop it off Or hit P town, I heard they drop it off My couson Leaf on the Vill told me to swing through, On St. lou He got two hoes that’ll eat and drank too We can bounce thru lil feet and we can Fuck with these hoes They Take dick in they ass, they take dick in the throat They take dick in they hair, they take dick in they nose They take a dick, anywhere your dick can go But look ain’t nuttin like my bitch out the St. Bernard A gangsta broad, get Wacko Gangsta hard She said we might could run a train if I pursue my G If not I got it poppin off on Music Street Last week I had to do about two of them freaks But them niggas be thru there trippin so bring two of them heats [Chorus:] Where that Appleville at? The St. Bernard at? Lil Feet at? The 8th ward at? Ya’ll Hear that Nolia Clap? Ya’ll hear that Nolia Clap? Where the desired at? Dat Florida at? In LA Cross the canal at? Ya’ll Hear that Nolia Clap? Ya’ll hear that Nolia Clap? [Verse 3:] I see you learnin, see you peepin out that Nolia clap I bet you nine times outta ten that whole Nolia strapped Ok we fell off for a minute but that Nolia back We got quarters, ounces, and halfs and birds of smack Ever since Soulja got killed I keep a murda gat Stand on the middle of my projects where the murdas at And every nigga every bitch who ain’t heard of Wack I bang women, bang children, bang the murda cats I bang blocks, bang cribs, bang the Bourbon Lac I bang anything in sight without the murda tax I’m just the hit to represent where I was born and raised And every nigga in my section love to roam with K’s (AK-47's) You got beef holla at me, get it on today You not quickly uptown downtown Roulette Knock off your face, taste, waist, take arms and legs Drop off your neck, wrist, toes, hair, palms, and head [Chorus:] Where dat Melph at? Where da Yo at? Where dat Thomas at? Where VL at? Ya’ll Hear that Nolia Clap? Ya’ll hear that Nolia Clap? Where Hollygrove at? Gert Town at? P Town at? Nigga Town at? Ya’ll Hear that Nolia Clap? Ya’ll hear that Nolia Clap? Where that Appleville at? The St. Bernard at? Lil Feet at? The 8th ward at? Ya’ll Hear that Nolia Clap? Ya’ll hear that Nolia Clap? Where the desired at? Dat Florida at? In LA Cross the canal at? Ya’ll Hear that Nolia Clap? Ya’ll hear that Nolia Clap?

If You See Her, Say Hello

JEFF BUCKLEY "The Trash Can Tape"
If you see her, say hello, she might be in Tangier She left here last early spring, is livin' there, I hear Say for me that I'm all right though things get kind of slow She might think that I've forgotten her, don't tell her it isn't so. We had a falling-out, like lovers often will And to think of how she left that night, it still brings me a chill And though our separation, it pierced me to the heart She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart. If you get close to her, kiss her once for me I always have respected her for busting out and gettin' free Oh, whatever makes her happy, I won't stand in the way Though the bitter taste still lingers on from the night I tried to make her stay. I see a lot of people as I make the rounds And I hear her name here and there as I go from town to town And I've never gotten used to it, I've just learned to turn it off Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft. Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast If she's passin' back this way, I'm not that hard to find Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time.

Circus Song

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN "Born To Run"
The machinist climbs his ferris wheel like a brave And the fire eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat victim of the heatwave Behind the tent the leatherboy tightens his legs On the sword swallower's blade Circus town's on the shortwave Well now (and) the runway lies ahead like a great false dawn Oh fat lady, Missy Bimbo, sits in her chair and yawns And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn The midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn The circus town's been born Oh and a (the) press-roll drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro Cart-wheelin' up on (across) the tightrope (And) with a cannon blast, lightning flash, moving fast through The tent Mars bent, he's gonna miss his fall Oh God save the human cannonball And the flying Zambini's watch Marguerita do her neck twist (And) the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along Ninety-five, ninety-six,....ninety-seven And behind the tent half bent money spent With his wet face fallin' (make-up drippin') on the ground With a half-smile half-frown goin' down Oh Jesus sent some sweet women to save all the clowns And circus boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire And the barker romances with a junkie, she's got a flat tyre And the elephants dance real funky, and the band plays like a jungle fire Circus town's on the live wire Samson lifts the midget up above the liars Hear the liars, they're outside crying Hear the liars, they're inside sighing Hear the liars, listenin' to the barker Hear the liars, watching the centre ring Oh hear the liars, up on the trapeze Oh hear the liars, feel their fire Oh hear the liars, feel their fire Oh hear the liars, they're all scared of dying Well anybody wants to try the big top All aboard, Nebraska's our next stop

The Load-Out

JACKSON BROWNE "Running On Empty"
(Jackson Browne & Bryan Garofalo) Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and last to leave Working for that minimum wage They'll set it up in another town Tonight the people were so fine They waited there in line And when they got up on their feet they made the show And that was sweet... But I can hear the sound Of slamming doors and folding chairs And that's a sound they'll never know Now roll them cases out and lift them amps Haul them trusses down and get'em up them ramps 'Cause when it comes to moving me You guys are the champs But when that last guitar's been packed away You know that I still want to play So just make sure you got it all set to go Before you come for my piano But the band's on the bus And they're waiting to go We've got to drive all night and do a show in Chicago or Detroit, I don't know We do so many shows in a row And these towns all look the same We just pass the time in our hotel rooms And wander 'round backstage Till those lights come up and we hear that crowd And we remember why we came Now we got country and western on the bus R and B, we got disco in eight tracks and cassettes in stereo We've got rural scenes & magazines We've got truckers on the CB We've got Richard Pryor on the video We got time to think of the ones we love While the miles roll away But the only time that seems too short Is the time that we get to play People you've got the power over what we do You can sit there and wait Or you can pull us through Come along, sing the song You know you can't go wrong 'Cause when that morning sun comes beating down You're going to wake up in your town But we'll be scheduled to appear A thousand miles away from here

Crazy Town

JASON ALDEAN "Wide Open"
Roll into town, step off the bus Shake off the where, you came from dust Grab you guitar, walk down the street Sign says Nashville Tennessee But I have found It's a crazy town, full of neon dreams Everybody plays, everybody sings Hollywood with a touch of twang To be a star you gotta bang, bang, bang Bend those strings till the hank comes out Make all the drunk girls scream and shout We love it, we hate it, we're all just trying to make it In this crazy town Pay your dues and you play for free And you pray for a honky tonk destiny You cut your teeth in the smokey bars And live off the tips from a pickle jar 'Til find a cool new sound and you smile When the record man shoots you down It's a crazy town, full of neon dreams Everybody plays, everybody sings Hollywood with a touch of twang To be a star you gotta bang, bang, bang Bend those strings till the hank comes out Make all the drunk girls scream and shout We love it, we hate it, we're all just trying to make it In this crazy town One year they repossess your truck And the next you make a couple million bucks It's a crazy town full of neon dreams Everybody plays, everybody sings Hollywood with a touch of twang To be a star you gotta Bend those strings till the hank comes out Make all the drunk girls scream and shout We love it, we hate it, we're all just trying to make it We love it, we hate it, we all came here to make it In this crazy town, it's a crazy town

Sara

JOHN ANDERSON "Takin' The Country Back"
First date, first kiss Well I never will forget The way you looked that night Parked out, 'cross town Watchin' the stars fall down Girl your hair was soft and brown and Just before we get too far I'd hear you say It's gettin' late, we need to go And it's a long way back Made plans, got rings And had us a million dreams Where our road might lead It wasn't long, we had a truck With all of our things boxed up Left town in a cloud of dust and Got movin', improvin' Why I can't say But suddenly it seems to be Such a long way back I've tried, you've tried And nobody's satisfied Is this where it all ends We can't be so far down Where we can't turn around Pick up this love we found Just before we get too far I hear you say It's gettin' late, we need to go And it's a long way Just before we get too far I here you say It's gettin' late, we need to go And it's a long way back.

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