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MIS-TEEQ lyrics - Lickin' On Both Sides

One Night Stand

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Job done, wanna have fun Gonna call my girls gonna get my hair done So I dress tight, with my heels high And I think about the moves I'm a pull tonight When I roll up, out front Guys looking over like they want some Make way, sexy For me and my ladies Hear the sound of the DJ playing our jam Glass down, grab a man Move to the floor, it's time to get down Ding ding, first round Hand on my hips as we start to dip Close range, full clip Temptation, sensations, vibrations My one night stand Act wild but I got style 'Cos I ain't sipping if it ain't crystal High class, nice ass Spend your money but I got my own cash Good vibes, so right Thank you for the dance tonight Feel free, baby Keep looking 'cos you can't have me Hear the sound of the DJ playing our jam Glass down, grab a man Move to the floor, it's time to get down Ding ding, first round Hand on my hips as we start to dip Close range, full clip Temptation, sensations, vibrations My one night stand Hey y'all get up get up it's a one night stand Here I come again with my rhyming slang I said ride to the rhythm as I flip this sound Flip this sound we're gonna move around Mis-Teeq we're coming back again Love of the music inside your membrane Yo, I'm gonna burn you with my lyrical flame Start the game Come follow me it's time to play Now don't you get the wrong impression It's just a dance I'm with my girlfriends hanging out To mislead wasn't my intention Nothing more to say Hear the sound of the DJ playing our jam Glass down, grab a man Move to the floor, it's time to get down Ding ding, first round Hear the sound of the DJ playing our jam Glass down, grab a man Move to the floor, it's time to get down Ding ding, first round Hand on my hips as we start to dip Close range, full clip Temptation, sensations, vibrations My one night stand Hear the sound of the DJ playing our jam Glass down, grab a man Move to the floor, it's time to get down Ding ding, first round Hand on my hips as we start to dip Close range, full clip Temptation, sensations, vibrations My one night stand

Holiday Again (Last Night)

ALKALINE
[Chorus:] A holiday time again Meck mi tell unuh this Holiday time a come yea A party time again Get some trees and proper Get some extacy and get rum [Verse 1:] In a the party mi did a drink up Whole a mi real dawgs dem link up A gyal did a seh shi waan cut wid mi hi no Browning did deh, deh, so mi don’t even member how that did go Mi no too member weh did gwaan hi no Mi crash in a the parking lot Never too business to how mi fross Last night did bad hi no yea Everybody come like a family under the bus The party rap up everybody a move Mi si Fross, mi si DJ Whizzle too And some a mi old time Oxfield doops Gyal a turn a devil and a do weh mi seh fi do Killer hear da line deh and start screw Mi drink till mi drunk, cyaa move And never happy suh yet fi a cup a soup [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 2:] Last night was a night to remember Member mi tell yo Gravity fi tell yo how much mi drop and bruk the lock Mi hear seh mi did a fight wid a officer And a suh comes mi deh yah suh, officer Everybody come like a family under the bus The party rap up everybody a move Mi si Fross, mi si DJ Whizzle too And some a mi old time Oxfield doops Gyal a turn a devil and a do weh mi seh fi do Killer hear da line deh and start screw Mi drink till mi drunk, cyaa move And never happy suh yet fi a cup a soup [Repeat Chorus]

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

Jack's Land

OZZY OSBOURNE
Stop the night, the night My thoughts get louder after dark Oh the lies The crazies tell me this much Aha! It's a simple enough task boys To find a living miracle But the living ain't easy I need a shot of medicine Start the day, the day My head denies I'm breathing It likes to say Am I here or leaving me? There's a want I ask all the time Possession of my right mind You're not deaf but I still have to shout Watch out there's a lot of thieves about All along the way I stand beside myself And look at all my world No need to tell me I see dead men playing I hear cries from many I hear tears and then some I hear hop I'm hoping I'm caught with all the shutters down Who's looking through my window? I had to close the saddest eyes You've got to be a winner You've got to be cool I see me inside you I hear fear and then some I see children playing I see hope I'm hoping Far away I hear a memory calling me I'd like to stay But my obsession wants to play

Ashes In The Fall

RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE "The Battle Of Los Angeles"
A mass of hands press on the market window Ghosts of progress Dressed in slow death Feeding on hunger And glaring through the promise Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle A mass of nameless at the oasis That hides the graves beneath the master's hill Are buried for drinking The river's water While shackled to the line At the empty well This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground Listen to the fascist sing Take hope here War is elsewhere You were chosen This is god's land Soon we'll be free Of blot and mixture Seeds planted by our Forefather's hand A mass of promises Begin to rupture Like the pockets Of the new world kings Like swollen stomachs In Appalachia It's the priests that fuck you As they whisper holy things A mass of tears have transformed to stones now Sharpened on suffering And woven into slings Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress Taking today what tomorrow never brings This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground Ain't it funny how the factory doors close Round the time that the school doors close Round the time that the doors of the jail cells Open up to greet you like the reaper Ain't it funny how the factory doors close Round the time that the school doors close Round the time that the doors of the jail cells Open up to greet you like the reaper This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground Like ashes in the fall

Bad Woa

AUDIO PUSH
One time (One time) One time (One time) B-O-Dub I really want her, but my man stuck on her Baby bad put them hand cuffs on her. These niggas lying, but I'm giving her the truth Both hands on her booty like I'm giving her a boost. She got her cakes back, with her face front And she gon clown on you if you gotta lace front. And If it's hater in here tryna act all hardy, They gon get stomped out and drug out this party. Cause I'm here with my team, getting this green Her booty on my lap, man I'm living the dream. We kick it fo sho, we making it snow And if Cash DJ she gon shake it some mo. I said I must be in heaven, seven eleven She shake it so hard I can see through her leggings. We up in this thang, and Bow is the gang And if they ask who she is, I ain't sayin no names Imma just tell em She a Bad Woa. A lil Bad Woa She hear her song, hit the floor And take it mad low. She a Bad Woa. A lil Bad Woa She hear her song, hit the floor And take it mad low. She a Bad Woa. A lil Bad Woa [x3] She hear her song, hit the floor And take it mad low. Alright, nine outta ten if she bad then beat it, And you probably mean muggin looking sad and you heated. Yo girl a necessity, imma get it when I need it And I treat her like fruit, if it's clean, imma eat it. I hit it once and knock that tummy out the park, She wanna kick it when I lick it, that's tongue martial arts. Legs up in the air, like an upside down stick up If I call, two rings, bet a hundred that she pick up. She go to school, I'm trynna take her tonight But she said she can't cause she gotta paper to write. Imma get her, imma take her, imma strech her, imma reach her And she ain't gon care about her professor or her teacher. All these women here, and you hatin everyday Rally with some haters, nigga you gay! Yo team run they mouth, my team run the game And I would say you fine, but girl I forgot your name So I say She a Bad Woa. A lil Bad Woa She hear her song, hit the floor And take it mad low. She a Bad Woa. A lil Bad Woa She hear her song, hit the floor And take it mad low. She a Bad Woa. A lil Bad Woa [x3] She hear her song, hit the floor And take it mad low. You like it because it's dressed and got a weave on it, She make me love it, make me wanna put a ring on it. Because I love the way she walk in, I love the way she walk it out, Five chicks texting me and she the one I'm talking about. She don't ever get in my business, don't ever bug me, Clique full of chicks and ain't none of them ugly. She listen to Bow music and know all of the words, Said she brought the hair on her head she said its her's. And if it's her's then it's mine, cause what’s her's I own, The Bad Woas got ta tootin once they heard this song. Yo baby flexed up, looking clean on her bum, She a freak, you could see the ring on her tongue. She on the tip, lil mama never trip, Purse hangin off her wrist and her polish never chipped. She Party hard and ain't ever gotta sleep in, School during the week, but clubbing on the weekend. She know that She a Bad Woa. A lil Bad Woa She hear her song, hit the floor And take it mad low. She a Bad Woa. A lil Bad Woa She hear her song, hit the floor And take it mad low. She a Bad Woa. A lil Bad Woa [x3] She hear her song, hit the floor And take it mad low.

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