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CHRIS REA lyrics - Dancing With Strangers

Joys Of Christmas

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I see all the tough guys still not 25 Dying on their feet Coughing, honking, cadging cigarettes And still out on the street Well, they got no money, nowhere to go Fathers of 2, 3 maybe 4, what are they gonna do Jimmy got a busted mouth in a fight last night He says he's OK Going down to the workies club (that's a laugh) To buy something strong and take the pain away Joys of Christmas Joys of Christmas Northern style Flashing Christmas light of police blue Go spinning down the street Women try to drag the men from pubs Into the stores And work hands in empty pockets deep We stand outside the neon ice and wish ourselves the best He says he's OK, out of work and fighting Is all he's ever known And laughs and says I worry too much anyway Joys of Christmas Joys of Christmas Northern style Let's drink to the likes of Jim Before we all go insane And please don't ask me why It'll take too long to explain Joys of Christmas

The Influence

JURASSIC 5 "Quality Control"
[Zaakir] Yo, I create off drum drops and ate away blacktops Grab the mic so you don't react The double X Polo shirt with the hat to match In fact, we verbally vibrate your track [Marc 7even] Then crush your confidence like plastic condiments Build you up to break you down like forgotten monuments The question is this: will they return with the hot shit Or keep it on the low flow [Charli 2na] Yo, and for you confused bastards, Tuna the blues master Quick to grib the mic, crews fast and soundclashing Critical mass, pinnacle blast have been deflected Hypodermic vocals I flash get you infected [Akil] I don't sip on brew, so this Bud's for you Speak when spoken to whenever you come through My vibes fill you, Internal Revenue You rhyme prostitute for little or no loot [Jurassic 5] Cause a lotta these kids think that commercial Is rocking fly suits and jewelry But we can rock shows with no rehearsal With the Rebels of Rhythm and Unity [Zaakir] Yeah, cause I'm nice, smooth, hard as a bone Since I pick up the microphone I'm hotter than brimstone The razor sharp crossbow accurate We drop the multiverbal miligram suppliment [Akil] Plus in bed, theological word advance Been Too Legit To Quit before the Hammer pants The parent to the pen converts words to song Stay blacker than the New Year Harlem Renaissance [Charli 2na] No comp, we paint a darker picture, in your sector Perfect verbal architecture, sparking lectures Lyrics infectious, fuck your Lexus If you ain't giving God your praise then it's useless Like when MC's try to make hits and them shits flop Running races like they was Penelope Pitstop Develop these hits rock bottem, the disk jock got 'em Souped up, but his rhyme is beating his loops up [Jurassic 5] Like dah dah (dah dah) Bah dee dee dee dah dah (Dah dee dee dee dah dah) Bah dah dah dah dee dee dee dee dah dah [Marc 7even] I can see clearly now, top of the pile with my style Check the profile, it shifts like sundial Crisp like young smiles, we rip and run wild Intent to rock crowds, some bite like rottwilds [Akil] Your game is disconnected, misdirected Disrespected, when we come in, expect some next shit The J-U-R-A, classical forte Get low down & dirty like the inner Moray [Zaakir] My heart pump the rhythm of the militant street life Soldier of composure up under the street light The coat style, prototype, professional Media light shine bright, now kill all the Bullshit, cheap talk and lip service Jealousy and envy and undertone cursed in your verses Serve the purpose of a nigga living nervous Unsure and uncertain but about to short circuit [Jurassic 5] Like dah dah (dah dah) Bah dee dee dee dah dah (Bah dee dee dee dah dah) Bah dah dah dah dee dee dee dee dah dah [Repeat 2x] [Marc 7even] Ayo my gift of gab should be sold in bags Boost up the price tag, make a wack rapper mad Rely on my right side, securing our tape tight Tasty tangibles to your mandible and clavicle [Charli 2na] Yo, easily 2na be, cleverly swelling my treasury Vocal pedigree for you critics who try to measure me But easily I'm about to run you down my resume Had a bundle of struggle from birth to my present day [Akil] Yo, your love don't compute, perhaps you need a boost A magical flute, some nose candy to toot Before you get loose, express and tear the roof You claim you got the juice, but you lame and out the loop [Zaakir] So I associated myself with fossilized figures Crack the summer sizzler, hit the real live niggas My influence is gunshots and trauma units Street trends, with material word friends [Jurassic 5] Like dah dah (dah dah) Bah dee dee dee dah dah (Bah dee dee dee dah dah) Bah dah dah dah dee dee dee dee dah dah [Repeat 2x]

We Can't Win

AZ "Doe Or Die"
I wake up to them rapping tunes every afternoon, I'll be home soon I see the board sometime after june. met a couple of convicts, that's way beyond sick it seems they dig my style, cause I be on some don shit. laid back, I ran into some brothers from wayback those that I dig there be others black - i'm real unclear on what he actually says here I don't say jack I stay in tune with the stars sun and moon because behind bars your doomed if your mind can't consume plus spiritual pain can bring forth physical rain and without knowledge of self how else can a criminal change? and being locked up ain't the life of me shit is way too trife for me you're coming home soon sounds so nice to me But you can bet, i'm bouncing out with mad props and if I get chopped, and knocked Baby Pop my world don't stop And in here it makes us all the same for blowing backs out five to fifteen see you in the bean till they max out mis behavin, acting uncivilized like cavemen I witness bravemen, that gave inside(?) minds turn to gay men nobody's playin crimes of prisoners supposed to be preying(?) on some low shit layin sleep get yo ho shit banged in hangin who's to warn you outta the hell these inmates gone through from the 3 halves of a four group(?) doubt if anyone is normal and overall it's hard to call who would try to play you one kid from my tomb caught a carved spoon through his navel nothing can save you even C.O's try to grave you it's painful to even know those that are most faithful, will betray you I lay lo-key cause I ain't heard the least try and get out early on work release praying the system will work with me cause I ain't trying to see three hots(?) and a cot so I rock that ain't my plot baby pop my world don't stop so until that dayi'm discharged and set free fuck who's going sex me, my mind is more based on making my next G now let's see nothing on me as a juvenile no more moving foul, the penile possesses me with a smoother style Blessing my mental with mathematics to map shit, through graphics fuck it, I ain't with hustling backwards So wiser man, with ideas and liver plans more mature and for sure I saw all my eyes could stand sit and try to design these words of mine to define what occurs when you're serving time freshness blurs the mind behind bars, scars are signs of hard times i'm trapping myself inbetween these lines cause I ain't trying to see three hots(?) and a cot so I rock that ain't my plot baby pop my world don't stop

Housework

FISHBONE "Reality Of My Surroundings"
I feel like I go to work everyday But where I work I don't get paid Work in school and learnin' the supposed rule But in the street I make my own rules Mama, she just wanted me to do my homework But when I get home Ma left a note Do the housework So when I'm done with my chores I go outside and learn some more Out in the street I got friends just like me Pops is gone and mom's workin' 5 and 6 days a week Me and my partners tryin' things just to see what it means A drink here and a smoke there, what was dirty now is clean Mama tryin' but we got to survive So now I got to get a 9 to 5 Do the housework... Ouch !!!

A John Prine Christmas

JOHN PRINE "A John Prine Christmas"
Pretty paper Pretty ribbons of blue. [Spoken:] Man oh man, I just love Christmas it's just so darn neat. I kinda wish every day was Christmas, Except Christmas eve and the Fourth of July. We wouldn't want to miss out on the fireworks, would we? When I was a kid, we used to get the Christmas catalog from Montgomery Wards in Chicago. Sometimes we'd get it as early as late August. It was the big book of wishes, hopes and desires. My three brothers and I were allotted twenty-five bucks a piece, including tax. So I'd make up a different Christmas list every night From the first of September 'til the twenty-forth of December. Matter of fact, let me present you with my Christmas credentials. When I was three years old, at least that's what my mother told me, I ate an entire ornament. I ate a big red one, I thought it was an apple. They kinda freaked out and was gonna take me to the hospital But they couldn't stop me from laughing so they just left me alone. So I guess I still got that Christmas in me all the time, you know? One year, I got a wooden Roly-Poly for Christmas, You know the things you knock down and they bounce right back up. They made 'em out of wood back then, that's how old I am. Nowadays, they make 'em out of plastic. My mom says, "They just don't make 'em like that anymore." And I says, "No ma, they don't". Then there was the year I came home only eave from the army, From Germany to marry my high school sweetheart on the day after Christmas. My little brother Billy, who was twelve at the time, Had just gotten his first job so he was able to afford to buy some Christmas presents For his brothers and his mom and dad out of his own pocket. Billy had a job selling subscriptions for the Chicago Tribune. He told me this guy named Rocky would pick him up in a station wagon, Him and some other boys, and he'd take 'em out to some strange neighborhood And drop 'em off and he gave them this whole spiel to give their potential customers. Supposedly their little brother had won a free trip to our nation's capital Washington, D.C., But he couldn't go on the trip if his older brother wouldn't accompany him So if you would please buy a subscription to the Chicago Tribune then my little brother will be happy. Wow, what a shyster! Some people'll do anything to get to the Whitehouse. Then there was the year that my mom and dad gave me my first guitar. Ah man it was gorgeous, I still got the thing. It was a like aqua blue. Kinda dark aqua blue with a cream colored heart. Was a Silvertone from Montgomery Wards. The model was called Kentucky Blue and man when I saw that sitting under the tree I just couldn't wait. First year so I didn't know how to play it, I'd just stand in front of the mirror with a string around my neck with that guitar and I'd try to look like Elvis. Then my brother Dave taught me a couple of chords, Now I'm here in your living room singing and talking to you. It's funny how things work out. So-a whyn't you go find a stranger and extend your hand to 'em. If you see somebody looks like they ain't doin' quite as well as you, slip 'em a buck, 'specially if they don't ask for spare change. Go buy your honey a cuckoo clock or a musical snow shaking water ball, That when you wind it up it plays, "I want you, I need you, I love ya with all my heart." 'cause after all, hell man, it's Christmas. Away in a manger no crib for a bed. The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head. The stars in the sky look down where he lay. The little Lord Jesus asleep on the (1-2) hay. [Spoken:] Merry Christmas Everybody.

Ballin On Xmas

JIM JONES
[Hook: Jim Jones] Christmas cheers Dipset's here Balling every day [Verse 1: Stack Bundles] They say Santa knows who was being naughty or nice I hope I don't get penalized for what I did with the rice Name Bundles - you can just imagine the life I love Christmas - I can just imagine the white The trees, the candy canes The holidays remind me of the game The reindeers remind me of the Range (supercharged!) Icicles remind me of the ring She seen the videos, she like the fadeaway dance I want to kiss her like I got a mistletoe in my pants She looking at my neck like, "Damn! You must have blew your whole advance down at the Colosseum" Ma, the kitty is major Without b-day, love, let me upgrade ya You know giving's in a rapping nature So all I want for Christmas is some rapping paper [Refrain: Stack Bundles] Deck the halls, it's a Dipset Christmas We all ball, it's a Dipset Christmas Fa la la la la, a Dipset Christmas We fly high, it's a Dipset Christmas Deck the halls, it's a Dipset Christmas We all ball, it's a Dipset Christmas [Hook] [Verse 2: Jim Jones] In all my years standing on one hundred twelfth Never seen Santa, no elves Seen a couple mans go to jail Trying to get Christmas money off gram sales And that ain't work out (it's a shame) They say Santa know you good or you bad Gotta make an exception - we in the hood, living fast The cash that we get, I admit it's kind of fast But we gotta pay the rent, put some clothes on our ass I'm thinking foreign so Christmas morning Cars with [?] on them make the broads get up on 'I'm Niggas upstate, well, this one is for 'em Until you come home, I'm a keep on balling So you can tell Kris Kringle When he in the party he can bump my single [Hook] [Verse 3: J.R. Writer] No introduction, I'm the man on the mic You all know the boy flyer than Santa at night Me and Santa alike - know why? I'm getting cake here I grab a ho ho ho, and make it rain, dear So fix your face, queer - course I'm raw On or off of tour, I'm a boss for sure Talking war? Your doggie dog floss a four That'll give you lead poisoning cause it's off the wall I'm a player, fuck the constant haters Around here I call the shots like a commentator These ain't your common gators stepping on a punk I had to go get these fresh up out the swamp Weaponry to launch, grab it out the pocket You think, "Damn, how this nigga carrying a rocket?" Flashy for a profit Cause it's kind of funny that my lawyer kind of clumsy How he catch a case and drop it [Refrain] [Hook]

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