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LESS THAN JAKE lyrics - Losing Streak

Krazy Glue

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It seems I can't explain at all.. All the reasons gone, I just can't seem to shake, What I've been brought up on! Well it's hard to say, And it's hard to explain, That every thing I've knows been feeling strange. I guess we'll always have tradition, to fall back on! Traditions seem to stick, Traditions seem to stick, Traditions seem to stick to you.. Traditions seem to stick, Traditions seem to stick, Traditions seem to stick to you, Just like Krazy Glue! Just what the hell, Am I supposed to do? Am I just going to accept, Someone else's point of view? Yeah, well, we could ramble on and on! We could ramble on and on! And still not know... Still not know... Just what keeps rolling through my brain? It just keeps running like a non-stop freight train! It's that tradition sticks to you! Just like.. Just like.. Krazy.. Krazy.. Glue! Krazy Glue. Traditions seem to stick, Traditions seem to stick, Traditions seem to stick to you just like Krazy Glue! Traditions seem to stick, Traditions seem to stick, Traditions seem to stick to you just like Krazy Glue! Traditions seem to stick, Traditions seem to stick, Traditions seem to stick to you just like Krazy Glue!

Secret Track - Helen

Captain Everything!
Oh Helen, Do you like the smell of men? Well I think that I might be, Too some miniscule degree, one of them. I long to see you all the time, I could fit you like a glove. I'm so very much in love. That I cannot find a ryhme with your name, Nothing really sound the same, Well except smellen, yellen, and pretty much anything that ends with 'en'... well Cut the crap, I can stop thinking about you. I'm in your trap, You know you stick to me like glue, Do you think I'm scary, By the way I'm so full on. How can you turn me down, When I've got my medallion on. Oh yeah Oh Helen I'm not like all the other men, Wouldn't treat you like a hoe, Bring yourself to love a mole, And well be in heaven, I can feel the love in you, Call me up we'll have a blast, I can so forget the past, It the least I can do, To love your eyes, nose, mouth, ears, tits, knees and thighs, And arm pits, and smelly bits and pretty much every other piece of Helen! Cut the crap, I can stop thinking about you. I'm in your trap, You know you stick to me like glue well, Do you think im scary, But the way I'm so full on. How can you turn me down, When I've got my brand new cardigan on Lets catch a movie, I know you probably think I'm some kind of smoothie I'm not a stalker. But you can be my gravy and I'll be your pork oh yeah. Cut the crap, I can stop thinking about you. I'm in your trap, You know you stick to me like glue well, Do you think I'm scary, By the way I'm so full on. How can you turn me down, When I've got my brand new medallion and my lovely cardigan on... Yeah baby.....

Stuck On To You

ELVIS PRESLEY "Aloha From Hawaii"
You can shake an apple off an apple tree Shake-a, shake- suger, But you'll never shake me Uh-uh-uh No-sir-ee, uh, uh I'm gonna stick like glue, Stick because I'm Stuck on you Gonna run my fingers thru your long black hair Squeeze you tighter than a grizzly bear Uh-uh-uh, Yes-sir-ee, uh, uh I'm gonna stick like glue Stick, because I'm Stuck on you Hide in the kitchen, hide in the hall Ain't gonna do you no good at all 'Cause once I catch ya and the kissin' starts A team o' wild horses couldn't tear us apart Try to take a tiger from his daddy's side That's how love is gonna keep us tied Uh-uh-uh Yes-sir-ee, uh,uh I'm gonna stick like glue Stick, because I'm Stuck on you ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Mind Power

A TRIBE CALLED QUEST "Beats Rhymes Life"
Q-Tip: Your new lesson is to realize the mission when you hear it MCin, see I got this in my spirit I got verses like Mahalia singin church hymns So strap up because you skatin on ice that's wild thin A weak foundation doesn't make a good home That's why mine is built on chrome microphones We bout to do it theoretically, insteadibly, to the medley Come on It's the complete Kamal, unique, Fareed, breed That'll keep you broke down like a horse 5 speed So move buddy, a yo we got to get this money In this land of dead and crummy, ain't a damn thing funny A yo, shout out to Mobb Deep, the Extra P Busta Rhymes, De La, the J Beez, so don't sleep We got reality for the carriage Stayin sincere to this, so I know we gonna manage Give me, liberty in mass amounts and Swiss bank accounts With the sustainer, it'll be real So me and my brothas, we can sit down and build Like Rampage with that last boy scout appeal We got that silk, satin, Manhattan intelligence feel That keeps everything on even keels So all you slow brothas talkin yang, ya poo tang Now, we gonna show you how the real crew bang Consequence: A yo, I bring it to you live kid, Queens niggaz love static Your rap's had it, braggin more numbers than mathematics I get brains on progmatic from leavin wet dreams shattered That's the same copy gettin in your mug shot I stays hot like summertime on LBQ and boo boo The love shack is 192, my joint's smooth To watch them niggaz fall like Linque I keeps it brand new like school shoppin It's on and poppin The club peeps this nigga's steez like rayon You get laid off while I'll be gamin ghetto girl like 8-Off The verdict's in, I be the look of blendin Give up your goods cuz it's the start of your endin Q-Tip: (Where ya at?) We seein life for what it is (Where ya at?) We get this money for these kids (Where ya at?) We bout to build the foundation (Where ya at?) Phife: Now, all that glock totin' trash you talk will not prevail It's stale, you'll either be dead or in jail I keeps it realer than the local one mill Denouncin tough guy wannabes that look smoother than silk That's the sound of the man gettin yanked off the stage Tryin to front like he mad paid Suckin so bad, we threw his mama off the train (insane) MCs are just givin it all away (OK) Who said him know about the Quest type sound? Mess around and get your ass knocked down (clown) I dedicate this to the posers that play hard You wanna hear some rhymes, well come bring your bodyguard So he can peep the worldwide Willie that we display Leavin all MCs in complete disarray I beez a veteran MC, crushin crews for years You frontin hard, when you softer than the Berenstain Bears Yeah, chumps be like Phife, that ain't fair Fuck outta here, do I look like I care Come off my stage, before I grab ya neck and handle ya Wet ya like punani, then dry you like Canada Shaheed Muhammad's on the Gemini mixer Peace to Derrick Coleman, Mad Max and the Sixers I'm cappin hard cuz I got this rap shit sold From Linden Boulevard down to Cascade Road You know my steez, I treat hip hop like a sport Holdin down fort up on Martinique Court like... Q-Tip: (Where ya at?) We seein life for what it is (Where ya at?) We get this money for these kids (Where ya at?) We bout to build the foundation (Where ya at?) We gonna start the Zulu Nation (Where ya at?) Come on, come on (Where ya at?) We gonna put it all together (Where ya at?) No matter what the hell the weather (Where ya at?) Uh, uh, mind power (5X) Uh, uh, kickin willie is good, all throughout your whole hood But we gotta start with the spirit first y'all Mind power

Big Stick

BRUCE HORNSBY
I'm driving down the highway Headed to the range Gonna knock 'em out stong But I'm feeling no pain Got an old brown bag Big stick in the back Where the grass don't grow Gonna take a few hacks There's a place for you if you're just like me Armchair greens chillin at the TV Have another cool one but it won't hurt Got myself a big stick swingin in the dirt Got a two bit job with a little bit of pay But I feel no pressure Couple lessons today Working on the swing And talkin' trash Take another good hit Try to make it last There's a place for you If you're just like me Armchair boys yelling at the TV Twenty points in a row I'm getting shirts Got myself a big stick swingin' in the dirt Bet a five dollar nasaw And all you got's two Well a five foot gimme Make a man out of you Well I got my dreams And they just don't stop Well a big man, big shot Make her on top Well, there's a place for you if you're just like me Armchair greens chillin' at the TV Have another cool one But it won't hurt Got myself a big stick Swingin in the dirt Repeat chorus

Cashmere Thoughts

JAY-Z "Reasonable Doubt"
[Jay-Z has a conversation with some cat] Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah What it is player You player, it's all about you How you gon' say that man If I had your hand I'd turn mine in Far as I'm concerned, if I had your hand, I cut mines off Hah man, you know man, I'm just dealin that hoe money You know hoe money is slow money but it's sho' money Check this out man, when you run up on your bitch this this is what you tell her Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot Stick they arm in a car window, drop it like it's hot [Jay-Z] Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry like a hymen, when I'm rhymin with remarkable timin Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen Spittin venom up in the, minds of young women Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar Might you remember, my shit is col-l-l-ld like December Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets Words worth a million like I'm rappin em through platinum teeth I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned Cause all beef return well done filet mignon The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro As if you didn't know, Jay's about gettin dough Spittin flow like fine wines down your earlobe I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol Honies hum in melody when I, rub it like crystal The proper ettiquette, when I drop the subject verb then the predicate, with this rich nigga preterite I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know From New York, to Paris, the vocal style vary From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, now notice, the child swift like a locust Focus on the loc' I be the greatest nigga that wrote it Return of the Jedi, from Rio Degenero Worn da red eye, yet I, still feel the need to be fly I did die when I'm rappin then slide like satin You know the black eye white china in the brain cabinet I never cry if I did I'd cry ice From my nigga Sauce, I hit you with this advice Life's short, so play hard and stick hard and the only time you love em is when your dick hard Whoooh! That's cashmere baby Nah, you know, that's just laid back man Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the Z Yeah baby Motherfuckin pimp that's what he be Cashmere baby Don't get no hotter than that Sho' you're right Them niggaz know Check it out, check it out Ghettoes, Errol Flynn, hot like heroin Young pimps is sterile when I pimp through your burough in I gotta keep your tricks intact Cause I walk like a p-iyimp, talk like a mack man The star player, the golden bar layer The sweet Ms. Fine Thing puh-layah, sho' yo right I'm game tight, so watch it it change to night Go tell your peeps dawg I'm lethal til it ain't right I pimp hard on a trick, look Fuck if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot

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