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Dunn Holly lyrics

Cowboys Are My Weakness

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(Holly Dunn/Tom Shapiro/Chris Waters) I can say no to cherry pie ala mode A Mercedes don't tempt me a bit I can resist buying designer clothes But heaven knows I've got to admit Cowboys are my weakness From L.A. to Abilene Cowboys are my weakness Could it be the genes I really go for a rodeo Romeo I gotta know what's under that hat Show me a man who loves his old pickup truck You gotta love somebody like that Cowboys are my weakness From L.A. to Abilene Cowboys are my weakness Could it be the jeans They're so strong, they're so shy A little bit wild, but so am I I love their walk and I love their ways Makes me wanna go yippee yo ki ay Cowboys are my weakness From L.A. to Abilene Cowboys are my weakness Oh, you know what I mean

Thank You

JIN "The Rest Is History"
This feels good right here, just happy to be here, I mean I gotta take a moment to thank those that made a difference Whether small or big, damn, where should I start though? First and foremost I gotta give praise To the Lord above and His Almighty ways Blessin' me with the gift to lift spirits And evoke emotions through these words everytime you hear it I got the lyrics and flow, I'm capable so When I blow, just know this one's for April and Joe Me and my little sister, we're grateful you know Wish I could see you more Avah at the rate that you grow My favorite uncle Franky for opening ya door When I ain't have a place to stay, I crashed on your floor Taught me the basic survival tools Auntie Cathy, every summer kept me in vacation Bible school Mr. Diskin for more than passin' grades And my fourth grade teacher Mr. Scott who passed away Peep how I met Kamel, corner on the street We goin' to the top, let's do it for Shawna and Jaleek In the beginnin', no one was on Jin's side folks Bar and Amory, whoa Bundy that's an inside joke Before bullshit friendships, synthetic for cream Chilled with my wall click, Bryan, Cedric and Jean So when I moved to NY chose to invest in a few One love to Patricia, Ben and the rest of the crew To be loved is a privilige, that's what I was told A gem from my man unless more precious than gold Infamous Joe lacin' my tatt so sick Fong, Yungmac, and Ken down at Ho Yips To Dee Waah Chivon and the rest of the deans For believing in a young man obsessed with a dream Allowin' me to write history create my own chapter All original ryders and the generation after The double R staff my thanks worth a million And the whole 30th floor at the Universal buildin' You could never walk in my shoes or stand in my boots Know how I came up, I'll never abandon my roots Yeah, C Rayz, Poison Pen for sharing the stage Shouts to stronghold, tone and the rest of the plague Ask Big Zoo, we ten steps ahead of ya Vice versus, eye to eye, E-O dub regulars My man J pure for bringin' the heat right And the rest of the poets, chillin' under streetlights Just keep the beats tight, shouts to the record spinners Enough, felli fell and all the heavy hitters Kubichi K Sly hold me down in L.A. Might catch me flickin' it up with von in the bay Then it's off to the wake up show with tech and sway Or big nat and foot out in VA It's damn near tradition to kick a freestyle Anytime I'm with Eddie Francis out in Seatown Can't forget hometeam as high as I be Supa Cindy, Big Lip and DJ Irie The club and mixtape DJ's that break records 'Cause thanks to them we've heard some great records Shouts out to the technicians they get props Feel free to holla, anytime you need drops Bob Collina, the only one to call Anytime ya boy Jin gota run in with the law Bert Padell A K A Big Babe Ruth Got the brinks truck outside, let's get paid loot 6 4 6 6, the trips back and forth From the studio to the crib, I'm never slackin' off How 'bout Will, Spivey and of course Killa Kai? Boondo, Randy, Feron just a few of my Close associates that I love to see School me to the game like Joe box and Brother E Razor and Mario for all them times we rocked shows To the rest of 176, tato "Holla front dot com" go register today Peter Jun, Rock, Lisa, Landy and J Keepin' me fresh Ellis at the barbershop Coast to coast, lifestyles reppin' the R alot My man cartoon bringin' the fresh sound Cookie and mag OG's holdin' the West down And of course Swizz Blocks, Carl, climax Far east movement, they got what ya minds lack T dot Montreal where I keep mass appeal Romero, baby you, R G and Neil It pays to keep it real even more to be sincere Thanks to B E T for jump startin' my career As for one oh six who they askin' about Free and A J can't wait to see yall back on the couch And MTV for givin' advance warnings John Singleton plus the chance at performin' The soul stopper X L Rolling Stone vibe The truth, the lies, the layout in rides For every write up forever in context King magazine Elle girl and complex To all the producers for providin' the beats Shouts to Neo, Tunehedz, Divine and Elite JR, Wyclef, Kanye, can I rep This is real hip hop be damned if I let Y'all tell me otherwise 'cause we so live This one's for 954 and 305 All the way to 718 and 212 And if you ever showed love this one's for you But I gota say thanks even those that hated 'Cause, 'cause ya'll kept me motivated {You see, lot times People dont appreciate the love and support That they get from they family an' friends Haters and all they are locked into but not me} {See I never take none of that for granted So I knew I had to take a moment And atleast let ya'll know how I felt about it C'mon} I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all 'Cause when I'm sure there is no me Oh my cha I can't forget about you I know when you make sinners down You doin' a real good job on that I know I probaly forgot a ton of people But don't think that you know count it Anyway you want, it's just that It's a lot goin' on right now I got my element Little bit of Henessee left in my cup No I don't even drink like that I love ya, the rest is history baby I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all

My Heart Crys

KING LIL G
Yo I'm wiping the tears from my eyes right now I'm so fucking drunk All because of you baby [Hook:] She's been calling lately Driving me crazy I wish I could Buy me a spaceship & fly Heaven know ooooo [Verse 1:] 6 in the mornin' And my phone keeps ringing like crazy And I know who the fuck it is Its my ex-bitch Giving me drama daily What I gotta do? Where I gotta go? To let you know Bitch I gotta let you go Same ol' shit Where you been? Are you talking to some other hoes? That's the way its been Ever since you told me We could just be friends I don't want you back I don't wanna know Its okay You can stay where you at Look at all the damage you did Now I feel so stupid All my friends knew You were playing me for a fool Man fuck that bitch I use to get drunk as fuck Trying to forget Wiping my tears Trying to make the pain disappear Is it gone? No, it's still here Girl I could never trust you I'm mad cause I really loved you I regret losing my friends Cause I never put no one above you [Hook x2] [Verse 2:] Tell me whats love Tell me whats real Tell me what I had To do to make you feel I was blind to your lies I wish I could of just known the deal Baby why'd you do me this way? I don't think you understand my pain I don't wanna know Make it go away How do I escape this rain? I swear that I tried but I can't I've been on so many dates Yeah we chillin' & we bout to kiss I stop, damn And I think of your face I swear this hurts baby girl And what's worse Now that you love me back I gotta hold my pride in And just kick you to the curb What we had Yeah I wish it could've last Love the way you kiss Love the way you laugh Love the way you fuck Damn we had a blast Too bad its all in the trash And I could tell you why All because your friends And your party nights And your dumb excuse every time Couldn't call me up Why? Cause your phone died [Hook] Damn, its 6 o'clock in the mornin' right now I stayed up To record this song just for you I know I tried to put up a front But deep inside this shit just hurts so much I gotta let this shit all out Damn, how do I make this go away?

By Your Side

ATMOSPHERE
Y'all know I used to own a bar right It was in El Paso I called it the hard life If you step outside on a dark night Check it out Juarez look like starlight You goin think it sounds contrived But its just like how I describe July in 2005 when the devil walked into my small little dive She came inside and sat down Whatever we see all types in that town She kinda blended into the background The waitress went over like what'll you have now She asked for a whiskey coke The waitress stood there lookin like a ghost And then the devil cleared her throat Lowered her voice and this is the quote she spoke I love you you make me high If you love me back I'll never say goodbye I love you ain't no lie If you love me back we could paint the sky But we ain't gotta get into it tonight Walk away if you afraid to try But tell me what you wanna do with your life Buz on the day you die I'll be on your side Okay I guess so apparently my waitress is afraid of the devil And could tell she felt unsettled go take a cigarette break get mellow The whole bar got quiet seemed like everything went plush and dream like I didn't know what to think but I kept my cool while I prepared that drink Then I delivered her beverage That'll be 2 dollars 50 cents miss She didn't even pretend to flich Just grabbed the glass took it straight to her lips But I wasn't convinced it don't matter who you are I'm runnin a business Fuck you pay me not includin the tip She was lookin into the distance and said this I love you you make me high If you love me back I'll never say goodbye I love you ain't no lie If you love me back we could paint the sky But we ain't gotta get into it tonight Walk away if you afraid to try But tell me what you wanna do with your life Cuz on the day you die I'll be on your side I know they call her lady luck But she still gotta pay me up She tryina front over a couple of bucks She can suck the straw that broke the camels hump I bust my ass tryina touch some cash Now I gotta come a put up with this trash For what so I can eat these table scraps Get old and hope I ain't gotta pay more tax I started makin observations Lookin around the room watchin faces Complaints have replaced my patience I hate my life but I'm so complacent This time gonna make some changes Made my mind up to turn these pages I pulled out the key to the place Gave the bar to the devil then married the waitress I love you you make me high If you love me back I'll never say goodbye I love you ain't no lie If you love me back could paint the sky But we ain't gotta get into it tonight Walk away if you afraid to try But tell me what you wanna do with your life Until the day I die I'll be on your side

I'm In Love With A Thug

JIM JONES "Harlem: Diary Of A Summer"
[Jim Jones talking] Hello, oh' whats up baby, Aint doing nothing im on my way home right now, What?!? Im in tha studio Yo i gotta get ready and go home man [Woman Singing] I'm in love...With a thug I'm in love...With a GanGsta, Yeh [Jim Jones] Now my wife she won't stop blowin' my phone up Every Bitch conversation they keep throwin' tha Jones up..(They Lien) It makes it hard im tryna show her Iv grown up But deep down inside she know i will never give them ho's up She talk marriage but ya boy froze up, cold feet Man she know im in love wit' these cold streets So im flowin' threw tha night, just left my bitch house Im going home to my wife, as i live this double life [Woman singing] I'm in love....With a thug I'm in love.....With a GanGsta, Yeh [X2] [Jim Jones] It started as a crush for years wishin' i could fuck her Next thing i got caught up, she had me trippin' like a mushroom Shit became fucked up cause we both became love-struck I be out commitin' crimes, she be still up on my mind Now im tryna shake it off, she still drippin' through tha brain You know i fean for her like a hit of that Cocain She say my thug is like drugs and she need her a rehab And she strung out over love when she see me see relapse [Woman singing] I'm in love....With a thug I'm in love....With a GanGsta, yeh [x2] No matter what, no one can judge me or tell me how i could feel Lord knows this man, Is ryde or die, he keeps it so so real Even if his pants hang low, or some times he'll even roc tha corn rows Lord knows my everything, and i gotta GOTTA let'em LET'EM know [Jim Jones] Now that we argue every night, tha most horrible of fights If i get caught cheatin', U gon' carve me wit' a knife But let's take it back, when we use to party every night I thought you of all people would know its hard to live my life I say Im in tha studio, You say You wit' some groupie ho We going back and forth, GAWW-DAMN, this aint a movie yo I'm not tha one for complainin', be mentally drainin' But some times just listen, its only one thing im sayin'.......I Love You [Woman singing] I'm in love....With a thug I'm In love....With a GanGsta, Yeh [x2] I'm In Love With A Thug Print Correct [Jim Jones talking] Hello, oh' whats up baby, Aint doing nothing im on my way home right now, What?!? Im in tha studio Yo i gotta get ready and go home man [Woman Singing] I'm in love...With a thug I'm in love...With a GanGsta, Yeh [Jim Jones] Now my wife she won't stop blowin' my phone up Every Bitch conversation they keep throwin' tha Jones up..(They Lien) It makes it hard im tryna show her Iv grown up But deep down inside she know i will never give them ho's up She talk marriage but ya boy froze up, cold feet Man she know im in love wit' these cold streets So im flowin' threw tha night, just left my bitch house Im going home to my wife, as i live this double life [Woman singing] I'm in love....With a thug I'm in love.....With a GanGsta, Yeh [X2] [Jim Jones] It started as a crush for years wishin' i could fuck her Next thing i got caught up, she had me trippin' like a mushroom Shit became fucked up cause we both became love-struck I be out commitin' crimes, she be still up on my mind Now im tryna shake it off, she still drippin' through tha brain You know i fean for her like a hit of that Cocain She say my thug is like drugs and she need her a rehab And she strung out over love when she see me see relapse [Woman singing] I'm in love....With a thug I'm in love....With a GanGsta, yeh [x2] No matter what, no one can judge me or tell me how i could feel Lord knows this man, Is ryde or die, he keeps it so so real Even if his pants hang low, or some times he'll even roc tha corn rows Lord knows my everything, and i gotta GOTTA let'em LET'EM know [Jim Jones] Now that we argue every night, tha most horrible of fights If i get caught cheatin', U gon' carve me wit' a knife But let's take it back, when we use to party every night I thought you of all people would know its hard to live my life I say Im in tha studio, You say You wit' some groupie ho We going back and forth, GAWW-DAMN, this aint a movie yo I'm not tha one for complainin', be mentally drainin' But some times just listen, its only one thing im sayin'.......I Love You [Woman singing] I'm in love....With a thug I'm In love....With a GanGsta, Yeh [x2]

Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

WAYLON JENNINGS "Waylon & Willie"
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold. They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold. Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis, And each night begins a new day. If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young, He'll prob'ly just ride away. Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks. Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such. Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. 'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone. Even with someone they love. Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings, Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night. Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do, Sometimes won't know how to take him. He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him, Do things to make you think he's right. Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks. Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such. Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. 'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone. Even with someone they love.

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