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ST. LUNATICS lyrics - Free City

Midwest Swing

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[Chorus - Nelly] It's a Midwest thang y'all And ain't got a clue (Ain't got a clue) Why my Cutlass blue And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too It's a Midwest Swang y'all Ain't gotta trip (Ain't gotta trip) While we swing and dip (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) Cuz we do big thangs On the motherfuckin' hip [Verse 1 - Nelly] What you think, we live on a farm Nigga, be for real We got Benz's, Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's Got a green S Class, ain't broke the do' seal Shit ain't been the same since I signed Fo' Reel This shit got ill, when I hit 4 mil Five and countin', dirty six at will Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9 I hear'em cryin', 'You gon' sell out' Ya damn right, I done sold out before And re-caught the same night Straight hopped the next flight Too *Icey* for sunlight Dunkin' without Sprite, yea you heard me dirty I'm from the Show-Me State Show me seven I'll show you eight Karats in one bling, heavily starched jeans Representin' St. Louis everytime I breathe In the city I touch down, and I bob and weave, ay [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Murphy Lee] I sport my beeper on my boots That's why I be a buzz when I kick Maybe it's on my lips, it's chaos when I spit Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half Lunatic Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo' shit Keep a quarter of some sheeeiit I'm the Pookey of the backyard All colors and all types like a junkyard High young boy with high young ways Cuz I connect three blunts and be high for three days You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr (here) Probably couldn't tell cuz I ain't walkin' nowhurr (nowhere) I got a old-school Cutlass, with a hole in the urr (air) TV's urrwhurr (everywhere) wood grain to sturr (stare) I don't curr (care), hell naw I ain't cuttin' my hurr (hair) 10 and a half in the Airforce Ones, give me two purr (pair) ugh I'm from the Lou and what I do is a Lou thang One rapper, two rings and three chains [Verse 3 - Kyjuan] Nothing but some ole country boys that ride V12 horses Saddle up and put spurs on my Airforce's Back porches made for hide and go seek We got space out here, we can ride and cheif Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us By the time they catchin' up, we smokin' up And my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark St. Louis sportin' the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch My dirty's love to spark, and love to sparkle Love homies *Vokal* coats with matchin' cargos We racin' down Skinker, see how fast a car go Granny be like 'Ay, ya ya' like Ricky Ricardo I know you wanna know why we do what we do You cats ain't got a clue why the Cutlass blue Brand new 22's on new UP's With one, two, three, four, five TV's [Chorus] [Verse 4 [Big Lee A.K.A. Ali)] I'm sittin' on the front porch, writin' a hood rhyme Waitin' on my connect to deliver that good line Wish I would find, one seed in my weed Sticks and shit, if I do somebody bleed Pull right here, eight pounds of Chinamen Two stay hittin some blunts and Heineken Hidin' in the back with the po' po' Stickin' my do'do', man they some ho' hooo's They put the gun to my earr You know the law don't fear Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit clearr They had me face down in the skreet (street) Errbody (everybody) watchin', thinkin' Ima pull the heat And leave the D-tects with a leak in the skreet (street) And that - pussy ass nigga that set me up my peeps Gon' give it to this nigga like NYPD Beat the K, fuck coke, now I'm back on my granny poche (porch) hustlin' [Chorus til fade out]

Backtight

JAHEIM "Still Ghetto"
Yeaah aw Looking back at all I put you through Too much of a thug nigga to tell you I love you I know I made mistakes Here hoping and prayin that it ain'too late Thought I had my game tight Thought I had it locked down, knowing shit wasn't right Now you wanna blow Before I let you go Something you just gotta know [Chorus] Ain't nothing stopping me from getting backtight with you Go head and trip you got the right to If I gotta roll up my sleeves and fight for you I'll stand outside in the rain all night for you Ain't nothing stopping me from getting backtight with you Go head and trip you got the right to If I gotta roll up my sleeves and fight for you I'll stand outside in the rain all night Three months three weeks two days it's the same shit Shorty she ain't haven't it Back then I wasn't serious Makin so much paper kept me curious Chickens cluckin everywhere...I didn't care Thinking to myself that you'd always be here Instead of makin love to you lady I would rather be out pushin my Mercedes [Chorus 2X - Jaheim adlib] If the sun was to fall and the stars was to lose their shine I'd be content with it all as long as your by my side...girl Through the good through the bad through it all gonna need your back I'll always be with you just wanna please you [Chorus 2X - Jaheim adlib]

Throw Them Thangs

Kane Abel "Am I My Brother's Keeper"
featuring Magic [Kane Abel] Yo KL hook me up with some of that beats by the pound Kane Abel gangstafied gorrila shit. We start tightin up on these niggas like a nigga been doin. [Magic] Nigga we got the whole no limit motherfuckin family representin. Them niggas Kane Abel am I my brothers keeper. Got that fuckin tank around your fuckin neck nigga fuckin right. Nigga. Chorus Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs nigga Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs nigga Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs nigga Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs nigga [Kane Abel] My hustle's still sick, set trip, bullets spin niggas flip Hot slugs hit, that's it, rip that ass like some pump dick Feel respect from my balls I don't pause for shit I'm quick to empty my clip and hit the gas bitch Drive by, four niggas thinkin like they the shit Bye bye, Mr. Kane bring the pain like project brings to the brain My game is worth more then my weight in cocain Don't wanna get wet, but bitch don't go outside in the rain No Limit, we get respect for chin chacks and teks Mob connects, tryin to disrespect, save your breath Cause I aint met a motherfucker who can do that yet On the edge of death like we the last real niggas left [Magic] Chorus (My turn now) Respect my mind I'm ready to war with any nigga Face me head up I gotta do that the hard nigga You don't know where drama come from cause I'm with Kane Abel Twin motherfuckers that's definately willing and able Picture the pain we puttin these niggas through We got bitches hurtin too, we runnin through the whole fuckin crew I thought yall knew, for any nigga that wanna buck up Get fucked up, I gotta fortyfive motherfucker Chorus [Kane Abel] I split em, I hit em, then casket fit em Left a nigga staggerin like Roy Jones done hit em When I cock my shit I'm a bust my shit Scary niggas in your click aint prepare for this Double eye slugs and twelve gauge think this Hit em with the AP 9 or the M 1 6 See niggas so scared casaulties of wars Hoes flippin through the air like Domonique Dawes Give me mine plus yours, strip down to the droors Give me that crome four four, I'm bout to pull a kickdoe [Magic] Chorus x2 [Kane Abel] This is Kane Abel and Mr. Magic nigga. This aint no motherfuckin heckyl and jeckyl. Motherfuckers tryin to keep it real nigga. Make a million in this shit. They tryin to kill other niggas but guess what. Nigga run up, niggas gonna get more holes then a golf course bitch. Niggas down south we bout it bitch. We dont play no games nigga, aint no talkin. Don't make me throw them thangs.

Let's Go

JUVENILE "Project English"
Feat. Baby, Lac, Steppa, Mike, Sickwitit and Big G [Baby talking] Whut's happ'n, whut up G(G-G)(H-B-G's nigga)believe dat Hot Boy fo life Nigga, we gon' do this for all tha projects around tha world right (Mag, Melph, Callio)H-B-G's, B-G-F, we ridin out on this Project English Whut's up G, nigga speak on it(we ride for tha projects)I'm bout to give These niggas some live entertainment(B-G-F, H-B-G's muthafucka) [Baby] Whodi, uh, jump shop let's do this, bitch get wit this Hot Boys, slow down lil' daddy fo' I hit you wit this cannon Who, huhn, what, where Lil' daddy you can stop stare Do ya thang ya fool, bitch I been here, I grew here, bitch I been here Hot Girls, Hot Boys Bling blingin', ridin' in them new toys Weezy, Geezy, Turk, Superstar We dippin' ridin' in them new toys Juvy's Project English Baby, bitch I mean this [Big G talking] This Big G, get wit em Killa star [Lac] I'm from tha Nolia where foot soldiers ride Benz shit Where cut throaters always posin' as yo friends shit Where news reporters bulletproof they camera lens shit A trigger click over over behind them ends shit Yeah all this time had yall thinkin' that it was cool uptown Like a nigga don't lose they life from them tools uptown Every night a different nigga catch tha blues uptown It's so trife young students shoot up schools uptown An A-T-F kickin' in do's atleast twice a week It's like I'm hustlin' fo' my health, I can't get past a ki I'm either duckin' tha po po' or tied up in beef I'm bangin' up this slow poke who got caught in tha streets [Steppa talking] Bitch yall think this a game, Baby ain't playin, he doin' this here Yall know me, Steppa ya dig, I ain't just start doin' this here I been around ya dig what I'm sayin', I come from tha old school I was taught this ya heard me he know ya dig what I'm sayin' Whatever, killin', whatever, ya dig Sick wit it, ain't no joke Tell em what time it is Mike [Mike talking] This Mike straight out tha pen, just from doin' ten Originial head busta, 3rd Ward Hot Boy [Sickwitit talking] This that Sickwitit ya heard me, straight out that Melph Yall muthafuckas better recpect it cause Cash Money done hooked up wit A real killa, a head busta ya heard me, I'm a H-B-G we rollin wit tha B-G-F's ya heard me, so you better get wit it or I'm gonna get wit you Ya heard Me [Big G talking] This Big G nigga, O-G Cash Money Hot Boy fo' life nigga respect it or Check it, get wit it nigga [Baby talking] Fa sho' homie Elden I'm ridin' for ya all these gangstas that We Forgot didn't get a chance to get on it, we ridin' for ya, time out For ya, Cash Money Hot Boy, Project English baby, lets get this money

You're Moving Out Today

BETTE MIDLER "Live At Last"
I stayed out late one night and you moved in. I didn't mind 'cause of the state you were in. May I remind you that it's been a year since then Today the landlady, she said to me, 'Your loony friend just made a pass at me.' Perhaps you might enjoy a cottage by the sea. So pack your toys away, your pretty boys away, your forty-fives away, your alibis away, your silly lies away, your old tie-dyes away, your one more tries away. You're moving out today. You nasty habits ain't confined to bed. The grocer told me what you do with bread. Why don't you take up with the baker's wife instead of me Pack up your rubber duck. I'd like to wish you luck. Your funny cigarettes, your sixty-one cassettes, pack all your clothes away, your rubber hose away, your old day glows away. You're movin' out today. 'I hate to do it' 'You gotta' 'I hate to do it' 'You gotta' 'I hate to do it' 'You gotta' 'I hate to do it' 'You gotta' 'I hate to do it' 'You gotta' Pack up you dirty looks, your songs that have no hooks, your stacks of Modern Screen, your portrait of the queen, your mangy cat away, your baby fat away. You're headed that a-way. You're moving out today. [additional lyrics from the single] Pack up your forck and spoon, but leave my Lorna Doones; Your map of Mozambique; Your waterbed that leaks. la la la la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la . . . 'The reason I'm singing la la is because I'm so happy you're going. Gosh, you've made me miserable. I don't think I've ever been so unhappy as I've been this last year with you. You are really a dirty, dirty guy. Did anybody ever tell you that Oh, uh, by the way, would you, uh, take off that coat you're wearing That's my coat you're wearing. Ah, yes. Thank you, oh. Goodbye! Parting is such sweet sorrow . . .'

Queensfinest

DJ Clue "The Professional"
[Featuring DMX Drag On Eve The Lox] This thing right here is for my peoples in the streets (Uh huh) and this thing right here and get your ass off your feet (Come On) [Drag On] They call me Drag On its time to bomb I'll burn'em all Till they all say turn em off goodie chicks I'ma hurt'em all Chickenheads know I be the colonel Cuz I burn eternal mixes wit they infernal So be careful 'fore I burn you You better learn dude, yeah I heard you But I'ma hurt you, but you don't know my verses too is a virtue Ruff Ryders be the team, which means a lot cream, lot of schemes Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch Better tell your man cuz I'm too tough inaudibly too dust do you bust Cuz we do you can ask people But quietly but they don't believe until they leave violently Is you buying us cuz niggas that purchase is under the dirt kid They call me Drag-On; I'm the youngest buck at bunkers Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers but this Bronx bombers Spitting flame so you better wear your armor Flame on! Chorus x2 [DMX] My dogs gon' stop; your dogs gon' drop And then we go, shut'em down open up shop First we had em like ohh, now they like no Well baby that's how Ruff Ryders roll! [Jadakiss] When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up Stash the drawer in my sock then pull my sock up And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up You know what I'm about sliding off get my cocks up Or writing rhymes watching Scarface in the hot tub Wit you on the bed when I pull it out if you don't shout Then every bullet'll go in and out Who you know besides Kiss take a piss in the bottle of Cris Then give it to a modeling bitch And you like your watch plain I'ma flood mine Alligator bloodline trained to fine coke and write one time [Styles] Ya'll niggas ain't hearing me out, till I pop up appear in your house Clearing it out, holiday style Everybody acting violent and wild Snatch the wife silence the child That's how we move, kill me my man kill you That's how you lose, I bust ryde I don't like this slide felt that I slipped Then the guns only helping the clip And the clip's only helping my hand And like who the fuck is helping your man When I cock back and hop out the van Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car Hear the party start a fight at the bar Snatch ya all sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out the dodge [Eve] Guess you figure that my niggas Flippers pulling triggers Lose team crowd around, trying to flick a picture, get wit ya This bitch from holding it down off this quicker Nigga not making sense better stay up off the liquor Blond bomb shell pyramel, heavy spender Get you saying I'm they sister Hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya Stick it in wise guys they thugs and bullshitas Take you for a ride cover up your eye then I get ya Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder Big niggas play me close, when they used to ride by a Snatching up your figure fronting know you dig us Haters screaming who that bitch (uhh) mind your (uhh) business nigga Chorus x2 [DMX] Uh huh, uh, uh, uh X is gonna hit ya'll niggaz hard Leave ya'll niggaz scarred Fucking with the dog when you fucking with the god Rip ya'll niggaz arm, Faggot nigga saw Remember me from up north, I had you scared to cough My name is ringing bells, in penitentiary cells I'm making thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell You never really wanted it so the mic is just the fun of it Had a sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get Thought you knew what I was gonna spit This time with this rhyme but by the end of it Ya'll niggaz is gon' be like yo X ripped it Did my thing as usual it's never gonna stop But cats can't be for real, I got this shit locked It's not a game or a joke to the name that gets smoked Simple as that, simple as black, to the throat Hit'em all up to the coat, now you losing your life (Grrrrrr) A dog is a dog for life!

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