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MC LYTE lyrics - Eyes On This

Please Understand

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[ female voice ] I just want you to understand I just want you to understand [ male voice] - Understand what? [ VERSE 1 ] I met a guy named Tommy, damn, he charmed me Met him at the mall, but I knew he wouldn't harm me We exchanged numbers, hopin to meet again We couldn't wait for the romance to begin The relationship grew strong I didn't wanna be right if this love was wrong But oh no, came the problems, the first segment The dumb kid went and got some girl pregnant The second segment: started wheelin and dealin Didn't give a damn about how Lyte was feelin But then he got wise, started treatin me better Cause all of his friends said I was a go-getter He knew he was usin me, and abusin me He also knew that soon he'd be losin me First I clocked him, yeah, I docked him But I rocked him - and then I dropped him [ VERSE 2 ] Then there was Dave, couldn't behave So I punished him and put him in my Lyte-as-a-rock cave Then he got bold, tried to play insane So Bigfoot threw him off my paperthin train He tried to 10%-dis me, but he pissed me off Cause I'm the boss, and you know I'm not havin it Lyte is too dope, and you know I ain't crabbin it Then there was Henry, way too friendly I needed a trip, he said he would send me Pay my airfare, if he could come with me I said, Listen, honey, I don't need your money Believe me when I tell you, I've got my own Cause I'm MC Lyte on the microphone Yeah [ VERSE 3 ] Here's another story: a dude named Corey When I used to work, yes, I was a clerk At the Worldtrade Center, back in high school This little player musta thought I was a fool He took me out to lunch, offered me a ride home When we got there, he asked could he use my telephone I said, Yeah, sure , flipped him to the floor Cause he said What's up? and tried to feel my butt I kicked him down the stairs and said, What you're provin? Rolled him to his car and said, Get movin! He tried to score it, I wasn't goin for it You can't play me, I'm Lyte Thee MC Never saw his face again until last week All beat up and bleedin down the street I looked to my left, there was a girl with a pipe in her hand Sayin, Why oh why can't you understand?

For Doz That Slept

Black Sheep "A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing"
Intro (by Mista Lawnge) Van Damme! Let's see what kind of flavor I want... Do I want, vanilla? Or do I want a taste of chocolate? Hmmmmm... I want something different, I want somethin slammin. What's the slamminest flavor out this month... Let's see... Yo black! Hmmmmm, what flavor are you? First Verse (note: the way he says listen, I wanted to spell it lehsen) Listen For a second, I'm wreckin I got ya double checkin Then again, when to you knees did you beckon Hold me only if you wanna get naked Play before a crowd only if you wanna wreck it The name is Dres, like silk I get slick Drop rhymes like a basehead Bic flicks Constantly, yes it's me D-R-E-Ssssss So yes, I guess, unless, confess you can get down To serious business, with this I never boned a honey that I didn't like I never saw a mile that I couldn't hike I never had a spliff to make me choke I never had a pocket that was broke Hate no one but love only a few Franklin, Grant and yeah mom too I run buckwild for self or with the crew But then again, huh I thought you knew Now I hear the voice Is it what you want? I hope it is kid you're the flavor of the month Chorus I heard you got the fever for the flavor three times Somebody said you got it goin on I heard you got the fever for the flavor three times Hurry up and get a scoop before it's gone Second Verse So you got the fever for the flavor of the other Chocolate, sasspirilla, or is it you like another Flavor in my socks To the curly locks Black Sheep rollin hard and kncokin peons out the box Never have I ever never ever felt much better Did the whole nine on the tenth I was no wetter Ready and I'm eager Eager as a beaver On the radio and good to go says your receiver Not to be the baddest or the oldest nor the wackest Neither am I needest or the newest or the blackest Just a brown fellow Who's not afraid of Jello To the people of the world I would like to say G'day Had to wait a while But the while has been waited Never gave up hope in myself, nor debated Didn't shed a tear when I wasn't picked Cause I got a cone now, want a lick? Chorus Third Verse Now I catch a number when before I caught a glare Now I give a pound when before I got a stare Now I guess I kinda got it goin on I get a wake-up call on the lawn I used to try and push a demo Now I have a Coupe That's a bit more than a little But then not quite a few Funny how they find you when they told you get lost Tell me why you're grittin when you have no dental floss Wasn't my loss Thought you were the boss? You never knew how much the Sherbert cost Forget it, I never sweat it Your girl will give me play I'll wet it It only happens just because you let it Now everybody wants to play my phone I see em with a spoon I see em with a cone You never knew I knew it but I knew you would pursue it Hurry up and get a scoop before it's gone Chorus (hope you like it all... I'll get the rest to ya soon BTW as you probably guessed by now I'm a lyrics fanatic... got any more you can send me? Peace out homes!)

Sunset Hill

Fish "Clutching at Straws"
Everything to decide It's time I came up with some answers before I can carry on It's time I made my mind up before we can go along And I thought it was so simple And I knew that it could be so fine I know that the places that everything comes Rose beds scattered across the lawn Like the squares at Waterloo With the bayonets of thorns repelling Small children in search of lost tennis balls Seeing everything and giving their all I used to be scared of heights I used to get dizzy I never felt safe with my feet on the ground They said that up there the air would be clearer They said more space and more room to breathe Everything to the side I knew that something would happen It's better off than being alive I knew the standards decline I knew that we had to decide All the places, that's all we'd ever seen And the place that we thought about And the road that you travel has never been seen Rose beds scattered across the lawn Like the squares of Waterloo With the bayonets of thorns repelling Small children in search of lost tennis balls Giving everything and giving it all I used to think everything was coming up roses But I couldn't see the weeds that entangled my feet I couldn't see the trees 'Cause my forest was burning I couldn't see the bridges for the fire in my eyes They sold me the view from the hill Sold me the view from the hill They said that up there the air would be clearer They said there'd be more space and more room to breathe I used to be scared of heights I used to get dizzy They sold me the view from the hill

Keep It Real... Represent

Kool Keith "Sex Style"
[Kool Keith] Yeah, rappers, spread your cheeks Pull your panties down Take your wig off, let me see your bald head That's right, I got you on Kodak Your pictures are goin out to Black Tail You're gonna be a star Yeah.. I heard you quit rap, your wife went back to porno flicks You turned drag queen, a call girl doin tricks Nighttime prostitute kid, I'ma take your loot I heard you queer now like Boy George, blowin flutes With high heels, you stole your mom's birth control pills You on some new stuff, I heard about that sex change You got a vagina, your grandmother think it's strange New eyeliner, you was flirtin with a gay designer Your girl felt mines, and pulled off her Calvin Kleins I saw Tampax, gonorrhea red stopsigns I looked at her and said, Mmm.. put your panties back on then jerked off to Foxy Brown, when her verse was on I wanna stand back and bust nuts at your butts Your girl is cocked up, with lollipops, doggie style I feel I'm dealin with plastic, watch these fake smiles Yeah, meet my left and my right Keep it real.. represent what? My nuts (2X) [Kool Keith] I got utensils, back up kid, yo guard your rectum I'm crazy out here, mental man, don't respect him You now in pain, your mom just had the abortion Big head Boo, I put some roaches on your whole crew Have you scared with crack pipes, your family throwin doodoo Wear out your welcome, your little girl sex desires Have you handicapped, some friends of mine blow your tires Like Alfred Hitchcock, the ghost stands on your block With nine mil's for drug addicts, I keep triggers cocked You on some methane, my witchcraft is on your brain Blow out your headpiece, and break out quick on the plane Seal up your coffins, and celebrate with champagne Get my drink, Absolut, cranberry juice Paranoid by rug spots, you see the purple moose You smokin sherm or what? I paralyze that butt Lick my d-head, you girls still pee in the bed Yo take that wig off, yo punk let me see that caesar Keep it real.. represent what? My nuts (3X) [Kool Keith] I gets more wreck, than ? kids in baby's Pampers Your wife is banned for leavin bras in my hampers That heffer's ugly, plastic why you still bug me I'm on Melrose, Nicole's takin sun strolls Black girls with weaves, white girls with flat butts With the name H-O-M-O spelled in your name You was a woman one time, man I know your game With panties stuck up, sweat leakin in your crotch Collard greens you wet pig, you can't eat that much I shut you down, your whole face two o'clock Have your girl on sunset, in Denny's suckin cock With white pumps up, blonde wigs rottin in the trunks That homeless monkey, Barbie doll crystal junkie I'm no joke and have respect for your kinfolks Tie your tubes back, my scope is on your asscrack You got paid for doodoo, that package rap was wack Yeah yeah, you know what? Yeah Keep it real.. represent what? My nuts (4X) That's right, nine-six and seven (Reverand Tom) Representin the scrotum (Octagon) All the hairs under the testicles (The SharkMan) Lick.. (Kool Keith) Yeah, don't buy _The Basement Tapes_ Sheisty things going on, somebody's on the pipes Labels foldin, goin down in ninety-six Nobody play the records City's out, no Tuff, Tuff.. pity

Play No Games

Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz "Kings Of Crunk"
(feat. Fat Joe, Trick Daddy) [Chorus] I ain't really here to play no games, Girl You already know my name, Yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah [Girl singing] I ain't really here to play no games, Girl You already know my name, Yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah [Girl singing] [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Ain't no tellin' what a bitch will do For the doe, She'll probally get on four and fuck the crew Down south, Up north be the same ass bitches Man locked up but mama watchin' the children Talkin' bout my neck my back Bitch you better learn how to chop rocks if you wanna get with Crack Ughh, I been in love once, at least I though that 'til I fucked around and hit a broad back Got burnt, Now you figure the rest Dick hurt like I'm pissin' baugettes, now I'm livin' depressed Should have known better than to trust a hoe Especially she wanna know how much doe you hold Cause there ain't too many real bitches If you got one hold on, don't wanna be nobody's meal ticket And you know it don't mean shit to me Cause you know, Bitches ain't shit to me What [Chorus] I ain't really here to play no games, Girl You already know my name, Yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah [Girl singing] I ain't really here to play no games, Girl You already know my name, Yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah [Girl singing] [Verse 2: Trick Daddy] You see the problem is them busta ass niggas you been fuckin' with Always bought ya shit, But never taught ya shit Did he ever tell you some things that a playa do And made you aware that life is more than a hair dew Boy I tell ya, Best to deal with them real niggas And stay far away from fuck niggas Don't be a sucka, Hell atleast not from nothin' All this suckin' and fuckin' a bitch better have somethin' I need something that is compatiable Not nothin young and dumb and full of cum, But one thats edible I bet a, Nigga like T Double Get it wetter, Suck and fuck'em better than the average nigga I need a girl thats into tryin' thangs So I can put it in her mouth, Fa real ain't into mind games I know shes a mama girl and I'm a street nigga Once we get together, I'll bet you she'll sleep better [Chorus] I ain't really here to play no games, Girl You already know my name, Yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah [Girl singing] I ain't really here to play no games, Girl You already know my name, Yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah [Girl singing] [Verse 3: Lil Jon & Big Sam] [Lil Jon] A-T-L nigga, Shawty pimpin' how I put it down Grindin' hard everyday, Chevy ride through ya town 23's on the truck, Ask me if I give a fuck Rally's on that 75, Rollin' up 85 Lookin' for some cut like you Tryin' to see what you gone do Shawty I ain't playin no games I ain't tryin' to be yo mayn I just wanna cut you up, Slice you up like cold cuts Lay you down and eat you up, Jonny slong up in them guts [Big Sam] See I'm something like a freak, Part time pimp Big block Chevy rider all through Decatur Wanna know my name, Well its Big Sam And I play no games with these hoes cause the lame Lemme break it down, Tell ya right now If ya see me in ya town its goin' down And all I want to do, Is cut you and ya crew So let me know whats up with ya girl and you [Chorus] I ain't really here to play no games, Girl You already know my name, Yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah [Girl singing] I ain't really here to play no games, Girl You already know my name, Yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah [Girl singing]

Keepin' Up With The Jonesin'

JAMEY JOHNSON "The Dollar"
Lord, I quit the drinkin', the smokin' an' the honky-tonk life. The day that a ring an' a preacher made her my wife. Yeah, an' I said: "I do," but I didn't have a clue, How I'd miss all the whiskey an' women. I tried to be true, but it's all I can do, Keepin' up with the Jonesin'. Man, this hectic, domestic lifestyle takes a while to adjust. Ah, she don't seem to remember that old rowdy rambler I was. 'Cause she calls up her friends an' tells them, How good I been doin'. But the truth is I'm goin' out of my mind, Keepin' up with the Jonesin'. An' I miss gettin' high, an' stayin out all night, With all my old friends. An' I miss the liquor, the bartenders, The fights, the girls an' the bands. It wouldn't be so damned hard, If I didn't know what I'm missin'. She don't understand, I'm doin' all that I can, Keepin' up with the Jonesin'. Yeah, tell me what you know about it, possum. Whoa it gets so hard when I know what I'm missin'. Sometimes I give in, start over again, Keepin' up with the Jonesin'. Son, I understand, it's a helluva man, Keepin' up with the Jonesin'. Aw man, Thank you Mr Jones, I sure 'nough appreciate the ride. Hey is this, this a new tractor. That a satellite radio, air-conditioning, heater. Oh, a cooler.

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