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WAYLON JENNINGS lyrics - Hangin' On

Julie

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When I married Julie She was just seventeen Pretty as the answer To any man's dream. [Instrumental] From the start I gave Julie All the love that I've had Though everyone told me That Julie was bad. Julie liked parties And clothes that fit tight Drinking and dancin' Around late at night. She was everything evil With the face of a child But I sat home and waited While my Julie went wild. I had built me an empire With my own two hands With the money and power To break any man. But with all my possessions, Power and gold Julie was one thing I couldn't control. I gave Julie All my money could buy Begged her to love me But she wouldn't try. She'd only laugh Then walk out the door Each time she'd hurt me Made me love her more. [Instrumental] Now I'm locked in this room They say I'm insane And I guess that I'll never See my Julie again. I'm a man with a heart And a tormented soul And the mind that Julie Drove out of control...

You Pay Your Money And You Take Your Chance

Bruce Cockburn
Woman cry -- chase man down street crying No Chuckie, no, please don't Another girl comes they run along St. Andrew, turn south on Kensington Meanwhile Chuckie beats it down the alley by the chicken packer's By the time I reach the corner they've all vanished Just a deaf kid talking like Popeye to a large fleshy laughing man in a blue shirt You pay your money and you take your chance When you're dealing with love and romance Down the alley past the fire escape a woman is talking on the telephone Kitchen light spills out, laughter riding on its beam In the maze of moebius streets we're trying to amuse ourselves to death Under the deep sky that's squatting so close over us tonight You'd think it was trying to hatch us The numb and confused The battered and bruised The counters of cost And the star-crossed You pay your money and you take your chance When you're dealing with love and romance Confused and solo in the spawning ground i watch the confusion of friends all numb with love Moving like stray dogs to the anthem of night-long conversations, of pulsing rhythms and random voltage voices In spite of themselves, graceful as these raindrops creeping spermlike across the car window Stay or leave, give or withold, hesitate or leap Each step splashing sparks of red pain in every direction And through it all, somehow, this willingness that asks no questions You pay your money and you take your chance When you're dealing with love and romance.

Peace, Prosperity And Paper

A TRIBE CALLED QUEST
Chorus: All we want in this life Is peace, prosperity and a little paper Objects that seem greater But I'm sure well over come when we illin on a drum (repeat 2X) Verse One: Q-Tip We in a world that places heavy emphasis on money synthesis Y'all can be my witnesses That a fella fascination with money has grown To the point that he will shit on his own We got to have it y'all, its not a Spike Lee cinematic A piece of paper makin niggaz get dramatic But the money doesnt come automatic Gotta motivate ourselves to go and grab it We got to get it yall, in an orderly fashion Some cats go about it with too much passion We got to mediate our greedy levels Cuz the lust of currency can have us sleepin with the devil Gotta recognize it, realize the power that this little ma-huckin piece of paper will devour Man can be greater than the thing he creates See, I'ma do my thing and see how much I can scrape Yo I'd rather have respect than money, no doubt But listen to me y'all, I want the mass amount That the Sesame Street Dracula cant Count So that I can give my people when that thing surmounts To higher levels.. of being.. so when I'm MC-ing I hope to see you there steady G-ing (say word) But the only way we can truly reach that goal Is finding true inner peace and prospering souls It's like that Chorus Verse Two: Phife Here comes your royal highness, one of Queens finest Believe me, honest, you know you can't stop it Come on son, never leave your mic round me True MC for real ask my man Shaheed Strictly focused on what Im in this rap game for Not for fame and screwing every whore after whore With all that AIDS stuff going round Tell me how that sound Rather hit the studio and hear some beats that pound Now, dont get me wrong I love honeys galore But see hip-hop's my bread butter Cause that's what I get paid for See this is what I wanted Allah helped me to get it And if the beat is wicked You know Malik will rip it From the bottom of my heart Thats where the love starts The love for breakdancing My love for the art And with this love I do hip-hop from the soul A real MC, who never sweats how many copies are sold Yeah I want to go gold, platinum, uh-huh etceteras But why put out some wackness when no one will respect ya Im staying true nuff respect to those that paved the way From Bambaata down to Shah; that be my DJ With out my peeps I dont know how the hell Id make it, word Sometimes I feel that my career is headed for the curb One love for the lendin hand and giving all your help Believing in me when I didnt believe in my own self The Abstract with whom Im always making rugged tunes Kid Hood restin in heaven, I hope to see you soon I keep things hot and this year they're even hotter Big Mu and Shah, one day I'll take my shahada Out Check it out! Back To Search Browse All Lyrics Voting: Rating: 0.0 0 votes Rate this song! A Tribe Called Quest! Vote for A Tribe Called Quest! Other songs by A Tribe Called Quest A Tribe Called Quest CDs

She's In Love With The Camera

ANDRE NICKATINA "Booty Star: Glock Tawk"
Shes in love wit the camera lens And the triple dark tint on the champagne benz She stand out amongst all her friends And I can already see that she get them ends She looks deep in the cameras soul And with no control she gets the perfect pose It don't matter everywhere she goes She turns simple things into designer shows A lot of cats have to call the bank Just to order one bottle of what she dranks Shes in love with the cameras eyes She knows God gave her prize And she shows the guys Her heart lays where the money lies And if you don't recognize You better read the signs Shes gonna live in the world divine Man even if shes gotta make the camera cry Shes in love with the cameras lust But to a rap cat it really ain't strange to us And do her move so dangerous Man are you down for me? its no tamin us Cuz you the real kind Its always camera time Tell the others get away let the star shine The money grind in the line for the fine wine The lights flash just to catch you at dinner time She love the camera in the digital form But when you see it yo its like she in the physical form She got arrested by a female cop And the bitch even made the mug shot look hot Your girlfriends try weak maneuvers But no matter what you do The bitches cant out do ya Your life's always in a Kodak moment Every picture that you take people always want it Tiga first try to pop they game Hopin one day to get you in a picture frame I tell you hoe you on top of you game You need to put money signs by the top of your name Cuz whether black or white Or even day or night The pictures that you take always come out tight They ask you to quit, you say hoe stop me And turn a house party into the papperazi She's in love with the camera theme Because behind every theme is a gang of cream The people fiend when you hit the scene Because you dance like a pro even in tight jeans The bitches like to watch, you say come and get me And if yo girlfriend fine ya'll can even switch me She's vanilla what and yous the dark coffee We make a party and you never have to get up off me She's in love wit the cameras stares And even tho they don't move some think hers will But other bitches gotta pop a pill To even feel 10% of her sex appeal, chill She's a flight catcha and a train taker Hands down or up shes a money maker She never once show her girl or her boyfriend But shell tell you shes in love with the camera lens

Reunion

INDIGO GIRLS "Swamp Ophelia"
A LOVESTRUCK ROMEO SINGS THE STREET A SERENADE HE'S LAYING EVERBODY LOW HE'S GOT A LOVESONG THAT HE MADE FINDS A CONVIENANT STREETLIGHT AND HE SAYS SOMETHIN' LIKE YOU AND ME BABE, HOW ABOUT IT? JULIET SAYS HEY, ITS ROMEO. HE NEARLY GAVE ME A HEARTATTACK. YEAH WELL HE'S UNDER NEATH MY WINDOW NOW SHE'S SINGIN HE LA ,MY BOYFRIENDS BACK SHOULND'T COME AROUND HERE SINGIN' UP TO PEOPLE LIKE THAT OHHHHH ANYWAYS WHAT YA GONNA DO ABOUT IT? NOW JULIET THE DICE WERE LOADED FROM THE START AND OUR BETS AND YOU EXPLODED IN TO MY HEART AND I FORGIVE I FORGET THE MOVIE SONG WHEN YOU GONNA REALIZE IT WAS JUST THAT THE TIME WAS WRONG? JULIE(JULIE) NOW I CAN'T DO THE TALK LIKE THEY TALK ON THE TV SCREEN AND I CAN'T DO A LOVESONG NOT THE WAY YOU SUNG TO ME I CAN'T ANYTHING BUT I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU OHHH I CAN'T DO ANYTHING EXCEPT BE IN LOVE WITH YOU YEAH NOW ALL I DO IS MISS YOU AND THE WAY IT USED TO BE YA KNOW AND AND ALL I DO IS KEEP THE BEAT I KEEP BAD,BAD COMPANY AND ALL I DO IS KISS YOU THROUGH THE BARS OF THIS RYME WHEN JULIE I'D DO THE STARS FOR YOU ANYTIME OHHHH JULIET WHEN WE MADE LOVE YOU USED TO CRY YOU SAID I LOVE YA LIKE THE STARS ABOVE. I'M GONNA LOVE YA TILL I DIE THERE'S APLACE FOR US I KNOW YOU KNOW THE MOVIE SONG WHEN YOU GONNA REALIZE IT WAS JUST THAT TIME WAS WRONG JULIE I'M SO IN LOVE (SO IN LOVE) A LOVE STRUCK ROMEO SINGS THE STREET A SERENADE HE'S LAYIN' EVERBODY LOW HE'S GOT A LOVESONG THAT HE MADE HE FINDS A CONVIENANT STREETLIGHT AND HE SAYS SOMETHIN' LIKE YOU AND ME BABE, HOW ABOUT IT?

Used To Know Remix

AKON "Konkrete Jungle"
I guess that I don't need that though Now you're just somebody that I used to know Go on take 'er, I don't need 'er Kickin' back in my 2 seater I'm through with ya, I don't remember Nothin' 'bout ya, amnesia I moved on, adios Pop your bottles, make a toast Whole pockets, filled up Nothin' but dead folks You thought that I was gonna save you Tried to play but I played you Louie V, D&G Look at your wheat which I made you I'm cold hearted, no feelings My McLaren got no ceiling Fast life, care down I'm made of fire, three wheelin' Panamera, new Ferrari Paint job, caucasian Two hoes, half asian Two mo', Venezuelan Through with ya, now kick rocks S1's in my pick top 10 bricks for this wrist watch It's over babe, straight drop What the fuck? Heyo Whoo Kid, run that shit back God damn I guess that I don't need that though Now you're just somebody that I used to know Go on take 'er, I don't need 'er Kickin' back in my 2 seater I'm through with ya, I don't remember Nothin' 'bout you, amnesia I moved on, adios Pop your bottles, make a toast Whole pockets, filled up Nothin' but dead folks You thought that I was gonna save you Tried to play but I played you Louie V, D&G Look at your wheat which I made you I'm cold hearted, no feelings My McLaren got no ceiling Fast life, care down I'm made of fire, three wheelin' Panamera, new Ferrari Paint job, caucasian Two hoes, half asian Two mo', Venezuelan Through with ya, now kick rocks S1's in my pick top 10 bricks for this wrist watch It's over babe, straight drop But you didn't have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing And I don't even need your love But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough No you didn't have to stoop so low Have your friends collect your records and then change your number I guess that I don't need that though Now you're just somebody that I used to know Money money money man I got DC's, crockodiles On both feet, Kai Peters Livin' life, screwed up Jump lane for 100 meters You spreadin' rumors, tellin' lies But that's bullshit, I'm too fly My heart cold, I don't feel Nothin' in it, it paralyzed Deep and under, I cut 'er off She know how to treat a boss I move pounds like Boston George Get high before I was record Mark Jacobs on my face Gator heads on my waist Makin' more, B-O-T I pop the trunk but there's lil space Goin' in on everything Head first, divin' for it You playin' games, changin' numbers And I ain't got time for it Drop the top, I need head room Flat screens in my bathroom I got a red hoe with long weave With Money Man on her tattoos But you didn't have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing And I don't even need your love But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough No you didn't have to stoop so low Have your friends collect your records and then change your number I guess that I don't need that though Now you're just somebody that I used to know Ai-ain't in love with him, blood sucka Bleed his Pockets, then burn rubba You can look, never let him touch it Think about it all day – Mothafucka Run over niggas, road kill Need room to breathe like fishy gills Give them to you? What's the use Give them away, goodwill High heels, TG's Got that ass movin' in 3D The riding cure everything's so Breezy Gotta fight him for me like Rhi Rhi ... heart cold Third eye, heart froze Armpits, tagged toes Beauty and the beast, don't love hoes That shit, I don't like it Do anything for a Klondike Ice-cream but my ice clean And my cake feels, bon appetite Devious, French too Bitch cost, whole thang Twenty cake in my bustier 38 in my villa rang Consider this Evil Empire thing as a threat

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