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I Dont Know How To Love Him

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KEEP ON SINGING Helen Reddy (Keep on singing don't stop singing) (You're gonna be a star some day) (You're gonna make a lot of people happy) (When they come to hear you play) I don't remember mama She died when I was born We lived in a one room shanty But daddy tried to make it a home When I was only six years old I started singing in the streets People would throw me pennies So I could daddy make ends meet They said CHORUS: Keep on singing Don't stop singing You're gonna be a star someday You're gonna make a lot of people happy When they come to hear you play They said keep on singin Keep the bells a ringin Spread the music from town to town There's not enough song in this old world So spread your song around By the time I was 10 years old I had a rock n roll band Daddy's eyes were growing dim But I didn't understand He said he would be so proud of me Each time he'd hear us play At night he'd pull me to his side And daddy would always say CHORUS He didn't have much money But things didn't seem so bad I felt just like the queen of the world When I was with my dad Then one rainy April night Daddy called me to his side He held me with his tremblin hands Right before he died CHORUS CHORUS CHORUS FADE

All Money Is Legal

Amil "All Money Is Legal"
All Money Is Legal [Verse 1] I'm on the up and up to hot to touch nigga The narcs couldn't stop the rush Smuggled in the package tight I'm 98 a gram leaving attics nice I get 5 you don't get half a mic Been known to cut ass for the added hype And I pop too much shit to be the marriage type Get spoiled even when I'm not acting right Can't nobody come with the style I bring? Piece hanging on the chain just a dangling Motorola 2-way so the cell don't ring Crush R B and I don't even sing No reference and no pro tools Till I'm up in my hersh I'm a show and prove Got up in the game and made my own rules Put heat on the reels until I blow the fuse Chorus All Money is Legal Baby And what, and what All Money Is Legal Baby What 'chu thing, what 'chu know abut this All Money Is Legal Baby The higher the price The hotter the rhyme [Verse 2] Amilliyon doper than heroin Shoes got to be Gucci wht the fresh pair on Spend up doe til its damn near gone Lay it down get spins all year long You know I run through them papers quick You know I rock them glaciers sick Chilling waiting for these shares to clear I'm the only hot bich you gonna hear this year You know I ass kick with no practice Any joint I'm on automatic classic Niggas pay me just to do ad-libs And I move the crowd like I move to Saks Fifth If I'm a gonna flash rocks then I'm a stash glocks If I'm a gonna talk shit then I'm a walk it All money is legal now I'm with Hov, Bleek and Sigel now Chorus [Verse 3] Give me my cue and I'm ready to roll Take a little ghetto celebrity stroll Floss with the minks to heavy to hold Baggettes be whoa, I gets me doe I'm an uptown swinger With the light blue on the pinkie finger Amilliyon 'bout to shake some ass I'm crack packed in till it break the glass Keep crates of papes, in the steel encased safe Watch doe accumulate like real-estate And you know I gotta keep tricks up the sleeve Leav'em bankrupt with blue balls till the dick bleed Save all receipts write it off quickly If I'm a ball I'm play up in the big leagues Never fold when the pressure come You could put Amil up against the best of 'em Chorus x2

Turn Those Clapping Hands Into Angry Balled Fists

AGAINST ME! "Against Me! As The Eternal Cowboy"
Sleep on pillows made in Singapore Wrapped in comforters Sweating through sheets Drinking coffee in the morning Floating on Airplanes across the vast seas And your house is made of wood Central air, central heat You got your furniture of particle board Your doors are locked for, for safety And you walk in leather shoes Pants of denim, a black cotton sweatshirt And you do what you do because doing can start to form a habit And you drink all night long And you sleep through the morning And if something doesn't break I'm just gonna go, go fucking insane And you sweep up the floor when it's dirty You do the dishes, when the sink's full And when the refrigerator's empty well it's time, it's time, it's time, it's time to go the store You put your books on a shelf Clothes arranged in the closet You hang the things on the wall that you don't wanna be so easily forgotten I hate these songs I hate the words That the singer is singing to me I hate this melody I hate this stupid fucking drum beat But I'm not gonna tell anyone What I'm really thinking about Keep them conversations on the surface Just keep on smiling Just keep on saying Everything's gonna be alright It's gonna be alright [x2] Alright [x11]

The Loneliness Of The Long Distance Runner

IRON MAIDEN "Somewhere In Time"
(Harris) The tough of the track With the wind And the rain that's beating down on Your back Your heart's beating loud And goes on getting louder And goes on even more 'til the Sound is ringing in your head With every step you tread And every breath you take Determination makes you run never stop Got to win got to run 'til you drop Keep the pace hold the race Your mind is getting clearer You're over half way there But the miles they never seem to end As if you're in a dream Not getting anywhere It seems so futile Chorus: Run on and on Run on and on The loneliness of the long distance runner I've got to keep running the course I've got to keep running and win at all costs I've got to keep going, be strong Must be so determined and push myself on Run over stiles across fields Turn to look at who's on your heels Way ahead of the field The line is getting nearer but do You want the glory that goes You reach the final stretch Ideals are just a trace You feel like throwing the race It's all so futile Chorus:


LL COOL J "Phenomenon"
Ah ah Baby girl was draped in Chanel Said she love Tupac but hates some LL Seen her at the bar with anklets and toe rings She can take a prince, turn him into a king I was looking at her in the limelight, pearly whites Said her man get paper but he don't live right All these emotions flowing inside the club Do you really wanna thug or do ya want love She gets the paper when it's time to get it on She keeps these clowns thinking like Jack B. Quick Honey smoke make you click, feel it in their throats No joke all this love, let it stay broke out Behind every playa is a true playette Bounce you up, outta there, push and check Taster's choice, have you nice and moist Or play paper games or floss the rolls royce Something like a phenomenon [repeat 8X] (uh huh) (go ahead daddy) He was king of seduction, cop a suction Now she was the cat that worked construction Starve her with the paper, abuse the mind Dis a new lover, when you know it's on mine that's on top, lap dancin got to stop You play out your chick cause your game is hot I give you two, Italian, ice my whole crew He's banging on my chest till it's black and blue You beefin, yellin on the cell of my 6 You reach it then you hear the cordless click Now your club hopping, keep the Cristal poppin Use my chips and take the next man shoppin Hell no, must be out Chicago on your knees and your elbows each and every time That's why I love you mami, you Run your mouth though your legs over the bed baby Work me out Something like a phenomenon [repeat 8X] (uh huh) (go ahead daddy) He was all souped up, but played it just right Mami I was full blown, my game was air tight I needed to switch up and get it in gear It's a whole new movie, a world premiere, yeah yeah Keep it jinglin, no more minglin A brand new year, me and you can bring it in I'm sick and tired of the freakin, night to morn' Moanin in the mirror with my cubans on Let bygones be bygones, no more games Hope all the chickenheads go up in flames Now we in the brand new mansion, with the lake in back Got it all figured out, mami I like that Collect tips, cop his and her whips The voice a quarter mil'-on, close the safe But you're worth it playgirl, it's real in the field Say what you want, but keep your lips sealed Something like a phenomenon [repeat 8X] (uh huh) (go ahead daddy)

Sweet Head

DAVID BOWIE "Bonus Tracks"
I try to break away from you From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs... By the faggy parks and burnt out va..ans I've got ninety-nine years of layin' in the dark and I'm far too young to lie I've got ninety-nine ways to play my guitar Its gonna play 'em in before I die {Chorus} So bob your sweet head Brother Ziggy gonna play I'm just a bob-a-lectic hear Gonna rock-it in your head Shazam! and come ball, where my guitar-um is-a playin' We can give you sweet head I'm tough as glass and clean as night Well, if looks can love, we can love alright I'm your r-r-r-rubber peacock, angelic whore I'm a wrought-iron face upon the wall..l..l I've had ninety-nine tales of murder-come-life, and I'm running away from it all I got a bedroom, every mirror in town, they're gonna claim me if I fall {chorus} Sweet head Gonna give ya sweet head (spoken: While ya down there) See my eyes of blocked emotion See my tremble, see my fall Traumatic, stinkin' fast Your faith in me can last Besides, I'm numb to lay you, rubbin' all Look south the way your mother dwells 'Cause if she knew what's going on, she'd give you hell I'm the kind of man she warned me of Until there was rock, you only had God You and I have a mutual vow We both like gamery, and we both like loud I got pretty shoes, and I'm kin and proud I'm street-side-out, with my ear to the crowd {chorus} Move along, son ca-cho, ca-cho ca-cho, ca-cho Woo!

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