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Born Entertainer

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this couldn't get any better she didn't get us to fuck her I'll never be any saner I'm a born entertainer yeah [x9] you couldn't be any cuter you couldn't be any cooler you'll never be any saner cause you're a born entertainer yeah [x12] I want you to want me I need you to need me I dare you to ditch me I beg you to miss me (so rock) you couldn't get any rad-er (so rad) you couldn't be any bad-er (so sad) you couldn't be any meaner (gotta ditch me) you're a born entertainer (gotta ditch me) we're the born entertainers [x2] the born entertainers

Formerly Known

ANDY MINEO "Formerly Known"
Yeah Everybody wanna be heard. Everybody wanna be seen. Everybody wanna be known, and everybody got some dreams We wanna be understood, not overlooked And when we fall, who gon' carry (Carrie) us? Underwood. We need love and affection, time and attention Affirmation, acceptance, someone to give direction Set apart from the rest and we wanna stand distinguished And be The Cool Kid like they're Chuck Inglish Been on a quest for this, ever since Genesis But settling for fools gold, instead of what the treasure is Chasing after Numbers yo, this must have been our Exodus We don't want no Jesus 'less He's chillin' on our necklaces Formerly known, way before the moment I was born I'm not an accident or a clone, yeah The One that made me gave me purpose Now I don't gotta go on searching Formerly known, way before the moment I was born I'm not an accident all alone, yeah The One that made me, gave me purpose Now I don't gotta go on searching Formerly Known Yeah, whoo, what you lookin' at now, not what I always been I ain't braggin' on my past, but buddy I was trapped in sin No power in myself, to overcome my flesh I bought clothes to get undressed, but God revealed my nakedness A hostile enemy, speech was all venom-y Jesus was a nice guy, but wasn't no friend of me My lips said I loved Him, my actions despised His reign I had my own agenda, I was my own king Then He came, I was changed by grace through faith Every dollar that I owed it was payed, payed, payed, payed Sin bill was something I couldn't pick up Now I got my hands raised high like a stickup He know me even better than I know myself Every hair on my head, every need I felt So before I'm gone, gotta get to know Him C-Lite no more but the light still on Formerly known, way before the moment I was born I'm not an accident or a clone, yeah The One that made me, gave me purpose Now I don't gotta go on searching Formerly known, way before the moment I was born I'm not an accident all alone, yeah The One that made me gave me purpose Now I don't gotta go on searching Formerly Known Before I'm gone, gotta get to know Him C-Lite no more but the Light still on Formerly known, way before the moment I was born I'm not an accident or a clone, yeah The One that made me gave me purpose Now I don't gotta go on searching Formerly Known

Ramblin' Gamblin' Man

Bob Seger System "Ramblin' Gamblin' Man"
Yeah, I'm gonna tell my tale come on, Come on, give a listen Cause I was born lonely down by the riverside Learned to spin fortune wheels, and throw dice And I was just thirteen when I had to leave home Knew I couldn't stick around, I had to roam Ain't good looking, but you know I ain't shy Ain't afraid to look ya girl, in the eye So if you need some lovin, and you need it right away Take a little time out, and maybe I'll stay [Chorus:] But I got to ramble (ramblin' man) Oh I got to gamble (gamblin' man) Got to got to ramble (ramblin' man) I was born a ramblin' gamblin' man Yeah yeah yeah Yeah alright here we go now now I'm out of money, cause you know I need some I ain't around to love you now, and I gotta run Gotta keep moving, never gonna slow down You can have your funky world, see you 'round [Chorus]

Made For Me

ELTON JOHN "To Be Continued..."
Music by Elton John Released as a UK B-side in November, 1990 If I wasn't born to love you, why was I born at all If I wasn't meant to hold you, what are these two arms for If I can't protect you, what are these muscles for If I can't enrich your life, I might as well be poor If I couldn't see you naked, I might as well be blind If I couldn't treat you right, wouldn't I be so unkind And you were made for me You were made for me You weren't born to be alone And you were made for me You were made for me You were made for me Flesh and bone, it's etched in stone That you were made for me If I couldn't translate fantasy, imagine how I'd feel If I couldn't hear your secret, my ears would both be sealed And if I can't make love to you, this body has no use If you believe I loved you, you wouldn't need no proof And if I can't return to you, I wouldn't need my legs to run And if I can't draw warmth from you, why do I need this sun

Shorty Gotta Fat Ass

FAT JOE "Represent"
Well it's Friday night, I'm in a club with a crew just maxing Cuties and booties and yo I'm ready for action Cause Fat Joe doesn't go to clubs for his health It's too many skins, so every man for himself I got me a Sex on the Beach from the bar I know this girl was looking at me from afar Plus she with a crew, they all got it going on She came over and asked me if my name was John I said, Yeah, John Doe, so what's it to you She said Sorry yo, I just thought I knew you She walked away dissed because I had dropped the bomb I felt bad so I reached out and snatched her arm I pulled her back, gave her my apologies She accepts it, but now she starts to follow me Watching where I'm going, seeing who I know Once she saw the Gucci, she said Oh, that's Fat Joe I could hear the conversation, Shorty was digging me No way she was igging me, ayo she was big on me Throughout the night she remained in my eyesight My man Black Caese was telling me Yo she's fly, right No that the jam is over there's no need to front Cause she's leaving out the club and I'm right behind her Now we in the deli butt naked catching wreck at last Cause shorty gotta fat ass Shorty gotta fat ass (Repeat 3x) She got a big fat... Driving in my Five on the live side of town One of those days I just wanna ride around With three deep, me Diamond D, and Peep (Who's Peep) That's my man that be whipping the white jeeps So bust it, I hit Fordham road in the town Cause I'm riffing in the front fool, Luther Vandross Never too much, and what did I see Honeygrip had a little too much for me Diamond said Damn! Peep said I know her! Yeah right, whatever, I'm still pulling over Hey mamita, Spanish I'm assuming A Spanish caught wreck and that ass was booming I couldn't see her face cause she wouldn't turn around Peep is out the window staring Five-O down (Bo bo bo!) Chill with that, cause I wanna stop and chat Like a diplomat, yo you're fucking up my rep She wouldn't turn around so I reached for her pelvis She turned around, ugly hound dog, and I felt this (God damn!) Money grip was ugly, I had to find out at last But shorty had a fat ass Shorty gotta fat ass (Repeat 3x) She got a big fat... No need to be ill come all out my face But the name is Fat Joe and in love I got good taste Big butts come a dime a dozen in New York I couldn't help but notice when I watch you walk You got the booming system and I don't mean sound I want to smack it up, flip it, and rub it down I know girls try to say I'm living foul But you know you can't trust a big but and a smile I'm not concerned with the niggas in your past But straight up and down, shorty gotta fat ass Shorty gotta fat ass (Repeat 3x) She got a biiiiiig... Shorty gotta fat ass (Repeat 3x) She got a biiiig, ha ha

U Ain't Gotta Go Home

JOE BUDDEN "Joe Budden"
[DJ Clue] Yeah, the world famous DJ Clue Desert Storm Jump off Joe Buddens, on top This go out to all my niggaz You ain't gotta chain, but you got a mean muthafuckin' wrist game All my ladies, you ain't got a car But you gotta mean muthafuckin' heel game Click them heels You know how we do it C'mon [Joe Budden] Whoa! (Haha) Whoa! Okay Dub Whoa! Have some fun with it [Hook] Mami, I'm there if you fine in the rear We can get into whatever if you don't mind boo be yeah And when I'm done slidin', you somethin' fierce You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here [Verse 1] I ain't got to tell homeboy, he know that This is 'Matrix Reloaded' and Neo's back I'm up, humble apologies, sorry clowns I'm here for the long run, I ain't Coffee Brown Get to know me, the man, the person So by the time I'm on my fifth album You should understand the first one It's non-fiction, you deny you want proof I only buck in the air when the sky's in the booth You gets liable to shoot This twenty-two release some extra keyholes on the driver's side of your coupe Like, nighty night, here's your lullaby bitches You might need just a lil' more than butterfly stitches Get out of line and get stuck up duke Lose your spines tryin' to touch us jukes Get to the mall in a circle, guns out playin' duck-duck-goose This shit is kinda aiight till I fuck in the booth I'm sayin', I'm here, got my nine up in here Thugs wanna rumble, I don't mind, nigga yeah [Bridge] And when I'm done slidin' up somethin' fierce You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here [Verse 2] Like I don't roll with niggaz that'll lift 'ayn' chrome Take a look at 'em, you can see they just skin and bones Y'all talk about bricks when y'all know who move 'em us real niggaz make withdrawls while y'all go through 'em We carry long guns, we can contra on it We talk about it, we live it, y'all ponder on it Shit, ridiculously priced, us cons afford it I'm talkin' straight cash, you might need a sponsor for it But wait - ever met somebody that wouldn't chill Every second he feel the need to let you know that he's real Every second he wanna talk about his homies that died And the people he killed and in the future all the people he will Talk about who he stabbed and beat up, and he won't cool out Yakety-yakkin', he's reminiscing on different shootouts How he was there, shotties was blastin' Cops came with body bags, and he's talkin', but nobody asked him Naw - he want attention, he want his name yelled Me and him always end up in the same cell I'm pissed on the top bunk, I can't sleep This guy ain't street, go 'head nigga I ain't beef But feel me - stop there, who popped him where Who you backed out on and had the whole block scared [Bridge] Ma when I'm done pokin' you from the rear You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here [Verse 3] Ma - you real aggressive, catchin' me of balance It's a turn off, don't you know niggaz respect a challenge Move a lil' slow gettin' at me Treat the pussy like it's worth somethin', don't just go throwin' it at me Cuz - while you doin' it at the same time I'm thinkin' how many niggaz hit you wit that same line Or - how many other niggaz you ran game to How many niggaz you fucked or you gave brain to How many other dudes houses you done came to With condoms on you hopin' that he find 'em on you And - I ain't tryin' to catch nothin' from you So I'm caught up in a Catch-22 If I don't fuck her then I'm not like guys she met before So while I'm turnin' her down she's just likin' me more But if I do get to pokin', hit her with long strokin' I now have a girlie on my hands that's open I don't want her callin' me constantly Thinkin' 'cause I fucked her she got a bond with me I don't want her misunderstandin' a one night stand It was just a nut, I'm not your man [Hook] Ma - I'm there, if you fine in the rear We can get into whatever if you don't mind boo be yeah And when I'm done slidin', you somethin' fierce You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here Ma - I'm there, name a time and where We can get into whatever if you don't mind boo be yeah And when I'm done pokin' you from the rear You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here [DJ Clue talking till end]

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