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ARIEL PINK lyrics - Underground

Jack Off

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Walked over to Reuben's door Money in, come on get out of the star Give me honey with the bottom of feet, sugar I got my money 'cause I'm started I'm sweet, yeah I was the problemer, you're the moneymaker You're pressing for I like dollar to need I got my fingers more think of penis I get a little still over here A Coca-Cola with the Pepsy's smile California but the matter while I took [?] with catching no man A holy [?] never to meant I got it, you [?] I'm crying [?] but I'm gonna I do The spirit [?] making more better [?] easy to kill Walked over to Reuben's door Money in, come on, get out of the star Give me honey with the bottom of feet, sugar I got my money 'cause I'm started I'm sweet, yeah I was the problemer, you're the moneymaker You're pressing for I like dollar to need I got my fingers more think of penis I know I'm still over here Jack off, jack off, jack off, jack off, jack off Jack off, jack, jack off, jack off, jack off Jack off, jack off, jack off, jack off

Last Child

AEROSMITH "Rocks"
I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home Right! Yeah...yeah Take me back to a south Tallahassee Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy Can't stand up on my feet in the city Gotta get back to the real nitty gritty Yes sir, no sir Don't come close to my Home sweet home Can't catch no dose Of my hot tail poon tang sweetheart Sweathog ready to make a silk purse From a J Paul Getty and his ear With her face in her beer Home sweet home Get out in the field Put the mule in the stable Ma she's a cookin' Put the eats on the table Hate's in the city And my love's in the meadow Hands on the plow And my feets in the ghetto Stand up, sit down Don't do nothing It ain't no good when boss man's Stuffin' down their throats For paper notes And their babies cry While cities lie at their feet When you're rockin' the street Home sweet home Mama, take me home sweet home I was the last child I'm just a punk in the street [Repeat]

By Myself

JUELZ SANTANA
[Chorus: x2] No more lying friends Mourning tragic ends Know they do pretend They won't go when I go [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] Come on home biscuit for man's sake No more fake hugs and handshakes Stand straight You sweeter than a pancake Me, I'm tryin get that green like the landscape That's for my team in region eight See what I gotta say can't wait I demand cake Gotta eat, keep the family straight They all holding out they hands and plates, yeah Wayne's from a place called hollygrove From the bottom of the globe Area code 504 Be hero joe and I zero in With the eagle when there be no him Ion need no help Ion need no homie Ion need no buddy Nigga I got money Nigga I got heart to go along with the guns Call me weezy f. baby I be by myself when I come yeah [Chorus:] No more lying friends (yeah, yeah) Mourning tragic ends (ion need em, ion need em) Know they do pretend (ion love em, ion trust em) They won't go when I go (so motherfuck em, I was born by myself with my dick in my hand) no more lying friends (with my mind on the million dollar plan) mourning tragic ends (now baby you are looking at the million dollar man) know they do pretend (and I'm a die alone, so alone I stand) they won't go when I go [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] (I feel you nigga) Dudes that never spoke to me now wanna speak (beat it) Girls that never said a word now wanna creep (beat it) Guys that never ran with me now wanna be (what) the only passenger in my coop with two seats Damn, what is it homes You boys breast soft and fake, I can feel the silicone (yep) you all a bunch of pamela andersons Me, a family man, I take care of the family man (ya dig) and it seems like my day one niggas ain't actin like day one niggas (uh un), I ain't change I just came up niggas (yep) and trust me when I say I ain't put the streets down or them thangs up nigga Bring the phantom through the hood, I ain't frontin on ya'll, Just tryna let you know it's bigger than the corner my dog I ain't playin basketball, but I'm ballin for sure Now back to the money Catch me when I come off tour Fuck em [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] The rims may offend you on the shit I slide into Fuck you Send you to the desert, tell ya be cool Uh um, hold on the pistols Roll by the cops and turn up the stereo Sittin in the corner lookin like a owner Talkin to the owner, yeah my price gone up All in the strip club, never get a boner Only get hard for doe, I'm homer, and you're a simpson and I'm a pimp son and she ain't comin to the crib til her friend come We gettin money over here you need to get some Out comes the cold steel for my income [Juelz Santana] Out comes the cold steel for my victims Born alone, die alone, but you could die with em Cars white and sexy like Nicole Kidman Bad chick by my side, video vixen Might fly to L.A. just to shop at Kitson Thousand dollar hoodies I'm pickin up about 15 That's about 15 thousand I'm trickin zero on bitches Zero Zavosky crystals, great china wall My money run longer than the great china wall And my pockets is mediterranean sea deep So keep plottin and prayin to get me Come on

Otis (Freestyle)

JUSTIN BIEBER
Justin Bieber Damn damn J.B, where the hell you been Yeah I got a new necklace, diamonds 2 big face Rollies, no I ain’t lyin’ Making momma so proud that she cryin’ Yeah you say I’m crazy? Guess that makes two But I never knew that dreams really came true Started playing drums, when I was only 2 Now we kick it in Japan, kung-fu So I’m heading for the gold, I’m sweating I swear Otis Redding will be oh-so ready I already got ahead-y of the game, I’m with Kenny And we steady getting many, I mean money Riding in an all-black Benz with the all black rims And we looking at some 10s through our all-black lenses Wait…I’m not done I thanked Jesus at the awards I’m never going to hell Call me Zack Morris I’m saving you by the bell My girl says I’m perfect she just loves an imperfect person Perfectly personally I think she is perfectly perfect Get it done abundantly, she wants to get up under me I swear that I got honey bee’s cause baby I’m a money tree So be my little honey bee my little-bitty bunny I got honeys all up on me baby I just get it done-y Possibly your probably thinking this type of swag's impossible And logically well probably but you just take me lyrically Try to feel me spiritually, get out your mind literally There’s a bigger me inside this little me Screaming out I should make history I am like a mystery, hated by jealousy cause they envy me Run up all my enemies see if they remember me Soon as they remember me I wipe away their memory Can’t you see the private jets flying over you? I ain’t even notice but my focus on my photos Might be bogus, no they shouldn’t be a photoshoot It’s funny how you wanna take my picture and it’s like your first time Playing with camera claiming that “It’s not mine” Just calm down, you don’t gotta hurry Don’t be nervous, you don’t gotta worry And my fans are like my glasses, yeah without them I’d be blurry

Made

JAMIE SCOTT
Uh, oh yeah, beautiful, yeah I've got this girl, and she's the only thing that can drive me insane I've got this girl, and she's the closest thing into fortune and fame And it's a crime to admit That she is ten times a gift my friend's she's hotter than shh the sun is shining on me Anybody got a something so fine And the time's she's on my lips, oh Anyone that knows the woman's a dime Come and sing it with the rich, woo I got it made in the sun, baby Made in the sun, sugar Made in the sun, honey I got this girl, and she don't give a dime what you do or you don't Wreck you're world and take you by the hand when you go on too strong, yeah She's like passing me some pain But she's one in the same Got my number and my name, oh Anybody got something so fine And the times she's on my lips, oh Anyone that knows the woman's a dime Come and sing it with the rich, woo I got it made in the sun, baby Made in the sun, sugar Made in the sun, honey I got it made in the sun, baby Made in the sun, sugar Made in the sun, honey

J-a-d-a

JADAKISS
[Intro - Jadakiss & (Woman)] (Jadakiss) Hahah (Sheek) WHOOO!!! D-Block, Darkchild Uh huh, yeah Uh - yeah [Verse - Jadakiss] Yo, I'm just too much, I flow too sick I be on top of the snare, all over the kick Since a youngcat, I been one wit the drum tap The purple start pushin my lungs back Been there, done that My words stick to you like thumb tacks Pardon me, LOX hooked up wit Rodney The Ferrari's teal, but the truck's mahogany Hating, I can't get you bastards off me Fresh like I just took the plastic off me Me and streets is high school sweethearts And I'm always in her so she can't divorce me Can't see farther than Kiss, I'm like a father to this Want ya go and cop your father to this I possess the whole package - the girls, the thongs And there's something about me the world just loves D-Block bringing hell of a pain, 'Honey' tell em my name [Chorus - Jadakiss & (Woman) (2x)] (J-A-D-A) I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop (J-A-D-A) I'm taking your money, the funeral stop (J-A-D-A) The club'll band, the beat'll knock (J-A-D-A) We just keep going, this shit don't stop [Verse - Sheek Louch] Sheek Louch get it popping, this shit don't stop Got your boobs hitting, shaking in a Halter Top Drizzling out, no shirt, burgandy drop Chain's bigger than Chuck D and Flava's clock Yeah boy, Sheek kinda hot these days Hold the heat when I spit, need ten ice trays D-Block what up? what's fucking wit that? Got the Camp spitting heavy on this Jerkins track Glock jerk him back, either that or the mac I prefer chrome but take it if you got it in black Thick shorty wanna hop on it I tell her not here, but we could go inside the bathroom 'Honey Let me give it to your straight, I ain't spending no money We could drink till we pass out, make dicks and all that I'm a gangster, I bet shorty crawl back Got her job through a two way contact [Chorus - Sheek Louch & (Woman) (2x)] (S-H-E-E-K) Pulling it out, the guns'll pop (S-H-E-E-K) I'm taking your money, the funeral stop (S-H-E-E-K) The club'll band, the beat will knock (S-H-E-E-K) We just keep going, this shit don't stop [Verse - Sheek Louch] Hey yo it's Louchy baby, smoke screen in the Mercedes Naw it's just weed, I'm fucking wit y'all Oil slick, it's the juice that I throw out the back But it's for real lil nigga if you hearing the clack I'm bringing it back, you don't wanna jump to this I'm David Blaine, it's magic how I gave it the Kiss Letting it off, nigga like we hunting to diss (J-A-D-A) Hey yo Kiss ([Jada:] what up Louch?) yo take it from there [Verse - Jadakiss] Raspy voice, flow of the year; It's the cue tip bars They feel good when they go in your ear Ti Gun, Peanut Punch your girl ain't ready (F-A-G-E-A) (Sheek: Sheek Louch!) Jadakiss, the world ain't ready We got haze in the air and we pouring the yac Bout to get up on 'Honey' cause she throwing it back And you know I keep the hawk on my neck, so don't violate Cause I can't wait for it to go in your back, uh [Chorus - Jadakiss & Sheek (Woman) (4x)] (J-A-D-A) I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop (S-H-E-E-K) I'm taking your money, the funeral stop (J-A-D-A) The club'll band, the beat'll knock (S-H-E-E-K) We just keep going, this shit don't stop (J-A-D-A)

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