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LIZ PHAIR lyrics - WHITECHOCOLATESPACE

Uncle Alvarez

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Louis is probably thirty years old but he looks like a solid 45 Louis says he's got a headache I look in his eyes, and I believe him The big L.K.'s and the gangster disciples Louis can't think of who else could take over But he just can't get up in the morning A genuine face, braced for survival It's nice to be liked But it's better by far to get paid I know that most of the friends that I have Don't really see it that way But if you can give 'em each one wish How much do you wanna bet? They'd which success for themselves and their friends And that would include lots of money Don't know how many times you were stuck in the morning You just couldn't move, though you mother was calling You know what you need is a Lotto revival A train flashes by and you're lost in a spiral It's nice to be liked But it's better by far to get paid I know that most of the friends that I have Don't really see it that way But if you can give 'em each one wish How much do you wanna bet? They'd which success for themselves and their friends And that would include lots of money Take the train on up to the zoo Don't look back on what you've been through Cause everyone's got a Monday It looks like shit and must be America It burns so quick, and it must be America It's nice to be liked But it's better by far to get paid I know that most of the friends that I have Don't really see it that way But if you can give 'em each one wish How much do you wanna bet? They'd which success for themselves and their friends And that would include lots of money I would surely include lots of money You've got to have shitloads of M-O-N-E-Y, money

By Myself

JUELZ SANTANA
[Chorus: x2] No more lying friends Mourning tragic ends Know they do pretend They won't go when I go [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] Come on home biscuit for man's sake No more fake hugs and handshakes Stand straight You sweeter than a pancake Me, I'm tryin get that green like the landscape That's for my team in region eight See what I gotta say can't wait I demand cake Gotta eat, keep the family straight They all holding out they hands and plates, yeah Wayne's from a place called hollygrove From the bottom of the globe Area code 504 Be hero joe and I zero in With the eagle when there be no him Ion need no help Ion need no homie Ion need no buddy Nigga I got money Nigga I got heart to go along with the guns Call me weezy f. baby I be by myself when I come yeah [Chorus:] No more lying friends (yeah, yeah) Mourning tragic ends (ion need em, ion need em) Know they do pretend (ion love em, ion trust em) They won't go when I go (so motherfuck em, I was born by myself with my dick in my hand) no more lying friends (with my mind on the million dollar plan) mourning tragic ends (now baby you are looking at the million dollar man) know they do pretend (and I'm a die alone, so alone I stand) they won't go when I go [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] (I feel you nigga) Dudes that never spoke to me now wanna speak (beat it) Girls that never said a word now wanna creep (beat it) Guys that never ran with me now wanna be (what) the only passenger in my coop with two seats Damn, what is it homes You boys breast soft and fake, I can feel the silicone (yep) you all a bunch of pamela andersons Me, a family man, I take care of the family man (ya dig) and it seems like my day one niggas ain't actin like day one niggas (uh un), I ain't change I just came up niggas (yep) and trust me when I say I ain't put the streets down or them thangs up nigga Bring the phantom through the hood, I ain't frontin on ya'll, Just tryna let you know it's bigger than the corner my dog I ain't playin basketball, but I'm ballin for sure Now back to the money Catch me when I come off tour Fuck em [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] The rims may offend you on the shit I slide into Fuck you Send you to the desert, tell ya be cool Uh um, hold on the pistols Roll by the cops and turn up the stereo Sittin in the corner lookin like a owner Talkin to the owner, yeah my price gone up All in the strip club, never get a boner Only get hard for doe, I'm homer, and you're a simpson and I'm a pimp son and she ain't comin to the crib til her friend come We gettin money over here you need to get some Out comes the cold steel for my income [Juelz Santana] Out comes the cold steel for my victims Born alone, die alone, but you could die with em Cars white and sexy like Nicole Kidman Bad chick by my side, video vixen Might fly to L.A. just to shop at Kitson Thousand dollar hoodies I'm pickin up about 15 That's about 15 thousand I'm trickin zero on bitches Zero Zavosky crystals, great china wall My money run longer than the great china wall And my pockets is mediterranean sea deep So keep plottin and prayin to get me Come on

Mr. Nice Guy

WILL SMITH "Lost And Found"
[Will Smith] He's a nice guy - how ya doin? He's a nice guy - good to see ya! He's a nice guy - how your mom an' 'em? [Verse One: Will Smith] Mr. Nice Guy, relationship advice guy Liked on the vices, priceless smile Look at the eyes, got the look of a survivor, husband, father Dissed by Eminem but didn't bother him Yup well he classy Big Will just did another 20 mill', walk right past he I'm a nice guy, why y'all harassin me, huh? On the radio they be over-exaggeratin So blase with they lies, they be aggravatin me Agitatin me, but they be waitin and hatin And they be makin me crazy but I be takin it patiently People be messin with me, testin me, f'n with me I wanna send a message to 'em, teach 'em a lesson quickly They publically addressin me, disrespectin me heavily They better be lucky the way my blessings affected me, but {*deep breath*} Calm down Willie You don't wanna go drop the bomb now Willie Keep a nice flow for your mom down in Philly On the news you go if you blow and act silly, y'know? [Chorus: Will Smith] He's a nice guy - how ya doin? He's a nice guy - good to see ya! He's a nice guy - sometimes y'all mistake nice for soft, so I before I go off I just [Will Smith] RAH RAH RAH RAH RAH RAH RAH RAH [Verse Two: Will Smith] Will's a nice guy, why he's so nice I'd let him date my daughter like he was a white guy Not like the rest, he's a private polite guy Why, if I were gay on Friday night I'd... Larry Elder - Uncle Tom? You're lucky I ain't make you the whole damn rhyme Wendy Williams, you don't know me I'm not your punchin bag, you gon' blow me Off, girl, better leave me alone before I buy your radio station and send you home Yo, it's a warnin shot over the bow Truth be told, this ain't my style You gotta understand some stuff a man can't allow You better chill 'fore you climb a tree you can't get down Okay - people dissing Will sat on a wall People dissing Will had a great fall All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put none of their careers together again You get it? [Chorus] - 2X [Will Smith] RAH RAH RAH RAH RAH RAH RAH RAH

Some South Shit

RUFF RYDERS
[Ludacris] Hell yeah, A-town, LUDA Ahh, whoo! She said she was a stripper but she wanted to rhyme and if I gave her a deal she make her legs stretch back to her spine I told her hit the treadmill, 'til she run out of time And in the eve no doubt, she was blowin my mind I'm from the A-town, put 'em through a GA course Cause 'it's all in the game' like EA Sports From scams and money grams, there's unions that wanna wire me 'You think you know but really don't' - put it in your 'Diary' I'm quick to knock 'em out, they comin in three spurts I do like Spielberg and see that yo' +DreamWorks+ My weed is all lavender, my drink is blue My gat'll, +Poke-a-Man+, it's the Pikachu Luda give 'em new perm, now they hair is wet And they don't wanna get on top, cause they scared of heights So if you Wonderwoman BITCH I'm the Wondermack pro So shut up and gimme that Thundercat HOOOO [Chorus 2X: Icepick Jay] When you fuckin with Ryders, in the 'R' we trust If you make a false move then these things gon' bust And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes We don't trust these hooooes [Fiend] She said she won't, take it off unless there's money involved I told y'all hold the stack and give hundred a call I referred to when you pissy drunk, blunted and all Tellin me she humpin harder than y'aaaall Got got - three niggaz just diggin these balls and all three really won't see y'all outside, in the burgandy Bird Ruff Rydin puffin the herb, discussin the curb She said she from B.K. And I did it 'my way, all day' like B.K., no more need say So Fiend playa, you know I'm busy countin some cash Then bouncin up on some ass Better yet, think I'm on some extendable hash You really wanna fall in ya glass She chose me, pimp nigga like we chose to be rich Double-R then stole ya bitch [Chorus] [Yung Wun] Hah, I say you better move now for a week in Montana Then slick 'em without drinks for I drink in Colorado This chick yesterday said she leavin tomorrow I'm tryin to fuck her mouth tonight cause she leavin tomorrow The only thing she act stupid's bout my lady at home Lie to my lady at home, got my baby at home Man, I was on some shit like 'Kiss, is we 'Fuckin' or What?' If you don't wanna get a room, we can fuck in the truck We can cut to a bitch, but don't piss me off You don't mean that to me shorty, I'll piss in your mouth I'm a violent - boy, whylin boy Playa hater close your legs, I want no lip girl [Chorus]

Do You Wanna Get $?

Mase "Harlem World"
[Mase] Uh, uh, come on, uh It be the same cats that wouldn't listen to my demo Now I want they ass in my limo cuz now I'm a sex symbol Intercontinental, L.A. airplay, just like Jay Leno Now all the labels out wanna send a memo To do a remix ya'll, but Mase say N-O Figure once I make it, they'll fake it And ain't nobody show me love when I was naked And when he threw my tape in the trash, I laughed Now a nigga' tape on blast, I laugh Figure as days pass, make more cash And I push everything from E to H-class Four years ago couldn't go to a show I was standin' on the corner sellin' dope for dough Now I no longer hope I'll blow, smoke my droll On a yacht, nigga fuck a boat that row [1] - With all this money that we can make, Why ya'll cats wanna playa hate? Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna? Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna? With all this money that we can make Why ya'll cats wanna playa hate? Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna? Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna? [Mase] Yo, the reality of it all, everybody can't ball If you had currency, you wouldn't be worryin' 'bout me But see, I could go the whole summer, gold Hummer But I'd rather go Lex bubble, cuz it's less trouble Make my dough and I just stack, no investment I live off just that Money, hoes, and clothes, and shit that I'm best at But I'm a Bad Boy so you gotta expect that Why do what most do? Do what you 'possed to Make hot jams ya'll, sell bicoastal If you want a hit you can let me coach you Money back on anything that got my vocals This is so true, I do what pros do, Cuz broke ain't a state that I'm tryin' to go through Dealers give me credit any place I go to Drive out in the Benz say 'Let Mase owe you'' [Repeat 1] [Mase] See, the moral of the story is I'm not here to replace Notorious I'm just a young cat tryin' to do his thing Harlem World style, pursue my dream, cuz see The things that went 3 mil, I didn't even like that You say you got mad hoes, well we'll see tonight Mase be the cat that'll lead you to the light Messin' with me shorty, you'll be a-ight Stop listen' to all them cats on the block That tellin' you that Mase don't rock Cuz Mase is hot and Mase got a drop and a yacht and a big knot To move you and your moms off the block For real though, Mase got real dough That be in briefcases cats kill fo' And since you can't beat us, it's best you join us Cuz I know you won't have this hold that's on us [Repeat 1 until fade]

FreeNation Rebel Soldier

MICK JENKINS "Trees & Truths"
Start the steamer We steaming the marijuana Like spark plugs for the conversation Free Nation Rebels a compilation of real niggas Field niggas, don't you let us off the chain Cause we plotting, I'm just writing Fingers bleeding like I'm picking cotton Fresh jazz, but I spit it rotten Put vendettas in the letters for the mail But I'm picking Stockton Fuck your stocks, I'm a bigger option Fuck your couch, you a opp In my socks, we can get it popping Get the picture, we don't do the cropping Clean floor, we don't do no mopping Fuck you thought it was Niggas talk, we don't make them stop Cause we often too busy with debacles To worry about the debauchery, oh All saints [?] Got caught up with a case Nigga handcuffed with a narc I ain't never preaching above you Just telling you about the struggle Cause the flash ain't never going to bring the light to the dark It's all good Like the kush I been puffing with this ginger ale This world cold but it's nothing if you been in hell I tell them patience isn't hard when you been in jail Ready for the war, nigga, Tom Clancy, Splinter Cell Since they whooped Emmett Till shit done been real Billy with the wood club and sword with the pencil Use a stencil And probably still couldn't trace Sean Puffing up pepper spray And they say I'm spitting mace Back in '96 When Patti Mayonnaise was a bad bitch and Hip hop was still full of classics Not a bunch of trees Just a bunch of truth and the fruit be the leaves Nigga let me see your roots Homie stay grounded Don't let them flies turn your hopes into hurt Cause the highs just like holes in a skirt Fam I never chase it How you talk shit, you never taste it? I see through the lies like I had Lasik I'm never basic Face it You niggas faking You need a face lift I see the makeup, the whips, chains, and the bracelets And that don't mean a damn thing to me No that don't mean a damn thing to Free You talking truth you better bring the trees You talking truth you better bring the trees You better get to know me I move in silence like I'm with Shinobi Need a shooter, better get a Kobe You want to wrestle with these words then I'm Mick Foley This Trees and Truths but I've been killing them since Killing Them Softly I thought I told you Free Nation Rebel Soldier I got love for all of my niggas Scream make money money take money money, what Make money money take money money, what I got love for all of my niggas Scream make money money take money money, what Make money money take money money, what Free Nation in the place to be tonight [x4] Now put your hands up [x4] I got love for all of my niggas Free Nation Rebel Soldier Free Nation Rebel Soldier

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