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Robbie Glover lyrics - Showcase E.P.

Foolin'

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Chorus She's Foolin', She's Foolin' Me She's Foolin', She's Foolin' Me She's Foolin', She's Foolin' Me She's Foolin', She's Foolin' Me Verse 1 I see this girl looking sexy She was a beauty queen, she was looking so lean Lip gloss, strawberry taste she was flexin' I asked her name it was Maxine She was a party girl, she like diamonds & pearls Materialistic world it seemed drastic Bridge 1 (Part One) But she was more than alright to me She would do anything for me But it was more than my eye's could see That this girl is no good for me But she was more than alright to me She would do anything for me But it was more than my eye's could see That this girl is just foolin' me Bride 1 (Part Two) 1 Nuff gyal inna de club uno Sweet sexy body gyal inna de club uno English, Jamaican ina de club uno In fact the whole world ina de club uno Robbie Glover don't worry your brain A nuff gyal deya till me eye dem a pain Sharon, Simone & her friend Lorraine Them woulda drive you insane Chorus She's Foolin', She's Foolin' Me She's Foolin', She's Foolin' Me She's Foolin', She's Foolin' Me She's Foolin', She's Foolin' Me Verse 2 Some gyal only wa you fi your money Tek you like a fool have you like a bugs bunny If ya na no money them start to get funny So enjoy yourself while the time is still sunny Look how de girls dem nice & sweet Rock to de riddim, dema bounce to da beat Anytime me see dem mi heart start beat The gyal dem was fi drive inna me brand new jeep Bridge 2 Why were she frontin' me Why couldn't my eyes see This girls out of reality Something that i hate to see Someone keeps telling me Tonight it ain't meant to be So i look around, theirs more chicks down town The summer vibe is feelin' me Chorus She's Foolin', She's Foolin' Me She's Foolin', She's Foolin' Me She's Foolin', She's Foolin' Me She's Foolin', She's Foolin' Me Middle 8 Thunderclap, Thunderclap Everybody fi a do thunder clap Thunderclap, Thunderclap Everybody fi a do thunderclap Signal de plane, signal de plane Everybody just signal de plane Signal de plane, signal de plane Everybody just signal de plane Chorus She's Foolin', She's Foolin' Me She's Foolin', She's Foolin' Me She's Foolin', She's Foolin' Me She's Foolin', She's Foolin' Me A Speakworld/Robbie Glover Production Written by M.Ebanks, R.Glover & S.Simms Produced by Speakz @ Speakworld Entertainment - London Mixed by R.Glover, R.Pearson & S.Simms @ Online Studio's - London

Jamaican Joint

JIM JONES "On My Way To Church"
[Cam'Ron] Clowns don't come around, pound pounds I pump in town Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around Jumpin' down, stuntin style, over those I polly Then merk-o from squalie, ducati and Roberto Cavali mami We feelin' them scoobies, you stealin' them gucci's booby Get it right, its Emilio Pucci, hoochie (hoochie) Write for sci-fi, I'll be pipin' five pies, the cat went like the nine lives Ten halves, five pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi That's fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye My fittings touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors On the yacht with glocks, we sum thug sailors You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old gold We in rose gold, at the Rose Bowl Send you a bowl of roses, we dun sold souls Slow toes, I'm so cold, my dough folds Killa! [Chorus: Jim Jones] So get your parachute, and row your boat nigga Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo! Now your row your boat nigga, and get your parachute Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo! [Jim Jones] So on this road to success, I grew up in the boat o'y'all Gettin closed by the jets I learned my code from the set, I took my oath to the death I risked the quarter to bing, I bet this forty a ring Cams from the 40th wing, the westside of harlem And rat roach infested, them black po's in vests's They stack most impressive, ride through Tana's town That's where them grams be found, breeze through the broadway side And where they always reside, and so much raw yay, You know all them boys be outside With them sirens and guns, all the noise be outside, And yes we scour the slums You know our toys be outside, co-co boy to ride, Five-hundred thou on the block the ones when we ride on the block, pumpin them bow's for the rocks Look I came up from that, cookin' that came from crack New boys shinin' man, New York's ryder man, look how I got'em Damn! [Chorus: Jim Jones] So get your parachute, and row your boat nigga Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo! Now your row your boat nigga, and get your parachute Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo! [Juelz Santana] I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, y'all liars, y'all notta I squeeze more fire, call coppers, squalie! Hear that, pumper squeeze, yeah that, pumper be Shoved in your mouth for talkin' all the fuck-a-ree We move with the tune boy, we shoot'em and move boy Yes you could say we are the Rudest of rude boys Move that, do that, juke that girl, who dat who dat who dat girl I wanna meet her, I wanna see her, I wanna skeet skeet I wanna juice that girl Grippin good, pimpin good, livin' good, shit is good, test me, lets see I wish a nigga would (aye) Y'all kids is a waste, when I spark clips is a waste When alcoholics spit in your face, quick get a tatse Nigga I ride high, drive high, fly high, sky high, high high I'm high So high, so fly, float by, oh why, oh my, and I don't know why Whoaa... [Chorus: Jim Jones] So get your parachute, and row your boat nigga Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo! Now your row your boat nigga, and get your parachute Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!

Can't Stop

AZ "A.W.O.L"
What's the use of me of me foolin myself? No matter what I keep tellin myself... What's the use of me of me foolin myself? No matter what I keep tellin myself... What's the use of me of me foolin myself? No matter what I keep tellin myself... What's the use of me of me foolin myself? No matter what I keep tellin myself... (I don't believe this... I'm makin all these moves.. for WHATT???) [Verse 1] I do me for a G Note, niece, she's yellin Nemo Mama bear, she there, losin hair cause of the chemo Every door buzz, little cause see at the peek hole Swearin he holdin heavy, hidin out from the RICO Coke sold by Chico out the corner bodega Him n Bobbito... la familia now finito! It's deep tho, its like my soul was stole by the repo Resowed in Carlito, and retold on Tivo Ice cold wit a ego, dice rolled and somebody's Deebo'd Trios expose dikes on the D' Low It's love wit my amigos, other niggaz they freeload Yeah he hold, but my homeys only unload torpedoes So please yo, I'm from the killa cap of the kilos Where niccaz clap, and fat bytches get yapped for their cheetos, its re-al But still blocks is hot like veal So cock block, or cop shot, nothin stops the P.O. [Hook] What's the use of me of me foolin myself? (lalalalalaaa lalalalalalalaaaaa) No matter what I keep tellin myself... (Wont Stooooopp Cant Stooooooop) What's the use of me of me foolin myself? (lalalalalaaa lalalalalalalaaaaa) No matter what I keep tellin myself... (Cant Stooooopp Wont Stooooooop) What's the use of me of me foolin myself? (lalalalalaaa lalalalalalalaaaaa) No matter what I keep tellin myself... (Wont Stooooopp Cant Stooooooop) What's the use of me of me foolin myself? (lalalalalaaa lalalalalalalaaaaa) No matter what I keep tellin myself... (Cant Stooooopp Wont Stooooooop) [Verse 2] Wifee want an abortion, her parents divorcin Granted, I understand it, but my mans in a coffin Who planned it? I guess they panicked, cause they left him in Boston He died.... for a pie, identified by his porcelains It's caution, Unc just got a chunk of some fortune Bossin, I guess the paper supportin extortin Tossin it to them dealers, takin it like Lakers did Portland Cases is costin, so faces wont make it for talkin It's basics, they mistake once they replace it for flossin It soften, never high when dividin my portion Why forever fly till I die, dry from exhaustion Move accordin, like they keys on a organ No sneezin or coffin, I weeze when I'm walkin, indeed We under siege from those D's cause they stalkin Cars is auctioned, homes is seized OG's extortin the seeds, now its the new breed absorbin [Hook] [Verse 3] The names is changed, the games the same It's playin fair, but years of Nightmares, like Dana Dane It ain't clear, but I'm right here still and sayin the same Refusin to shed a tear, tho the pain done came Provin I played the game, from cocain to fame From rope chains, gazelli frames, I remain to blame It's deep, but never speak certain names in vein I know beef, and when it peak, it can strain the brain No police, its just creep creep, bang for bang No grief, brothers deceased, others arraigned and hang None of us just eatin, maintain the strains The streets is just the streets, when it rain it rain [Hook]

Wifey Riddim

AGGRO SANTOS
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Holiday

JAMES MCMURTRY "Childish Things"
The in-laws are waiting the games have begun The cell phone keeps ringing 'don't answer it hon' The whole thing's arranged just to aggravate Dad And it's amateur day on the old super slab The kids are strapped down like a half load of pipe All safe in their car seats they fuss and they gripe Well you can't hardly blame 'em it must be a bitch Counting the crosses off down in the ditch This one's got flowers, this one's got a wreath This one's got a name painted down underneath Was the road all iced up, were they going too fast Here's five in a circle left from the last holiday Holiday There's a three-trailer rig just a throwin' up spray Not legal to run on this kind of a day But god damn the smokies and the four wheelers too Stay offa my bumpers or the same goes for you There'll be none for him He that wants it the most As he hauls it on out to the Oregon coast No turkey no gravy no Zinfandel wine You just stay over right and we'll get along fine He's missing the football, missing the fun He'd play with the grandkids but he's off on a run And some hat's on the radio singing his song But it don't make a damn He's in for a long holiday Holiday Now granny she's yelling She's ready to eat She's havin' conniptions 'Cause they won't take their seats But she's got 'em all gathered now under one roof With her camcorder loaded She's gonna get proof But do you have to wear that Well I just don't see why Please pass the potatoes Aw eat shit and die Did you hear about Ellen, she's leaving, you know How 'bout those Packers, think it'll snow? And the minute it's over they'll scatter like quail Off down the freeway in the teeth of a gale Silent and shattered And numb to the core They count themselves lucky They got through one more holiday Holiday The highway patrolman He stands in the rain He just lets it run down to soften the stain Of the blood on his pant leg From working that wreck And he won't forget it In time for the next holiday Departing Chicago at 9:52 In clean desert camo all baggy and loose Sits an Iowa Guardsman alone by the gate The place sure looked different, in 1968 When he traveled with mom, first time on a plane To visit some kin, he's forgotten their names But he remembers the soldiers, still in their teens In their spit polished boots and their pressed army greens With the creases so sharp, and their faces so smooth But their eyes looked so heavy, he wondered how they could move Now he's got that same look, like his insides are black He's in his mid forties and he has to go back And he can't even smoke while he waits for his plane The uniform's different, but the mission remains To do like they tell you, don't make a fuss Why's not an issue, so don't think too much You just do what you have to, shut up and drive If you come apart later, well at least you're alive You can get you some help, you can deal with it then And life will be better, 'til it happens again 'Cause there's something inside us that won't let us be In stalks through our days 'til it's too dark to see And it's damn near as deadly as Texans on ice Lord don't they beat all Y'all have a nice holiday

Better Me

JOE BUDDEN "Halfway House"
[Intro: Joe Budden] I hear what nigga's sayin'. Nigga's gonna' talk to me like... Like when I come on the plane an' shit, Louie's on. When I sit out in front of the muh'fuckin' plane wit' the daily news wit' my legs crossed an' shit. Wanna' act like I ain't earn my seat, when I'm watchin' muh'fuckas walk to the back an' shit, when it's Coach. You Pat Riley in that shit, nigga. [Verse 1: Joe Budden] Look here, Look, look... I get a ghetto gospel Only right considerin' the ghetto was my hostile. Memory is gone, but I'm recallin' all through highschool Even at my lowest, I was sittin' on my high stool; That's what bein' high do. If I couldn't do shit, was always able ta' toke They tol' me that a nigga die 'fore I was able ta' vote. 'Prolly 'cause me an' my constituents An' all the shit we did The MRI couldn't tell you what the issue is. Wit' my treason came a cause that I believed in Is it really wrong if a nigga got a reason? At times I had ta' take doe Nigga did whatever for a peso Bein' from the hood'll be my scapegoat. A "can it be", 'cause I wasn't born into a canopy Maybe I was prone ta' fallin' in love wit' vanity. Tell me shit'chu reap is the shit'chu sow Tell God I'm better than the shit I show I gotta grow, c'mon. [Hook] [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Whoa... Now look... Now niggas say I floss too much So... has he changed? 'Cause I don't think that thousand-dollar T cost too much. All they should say is that he strong Came out the fire unscathed, ye', I carried on Lu Vuitton carry on. ?? wit' my blessing's at a delay Now ta' lace my chick in ?? is sorta' cliché. Plane ain't gonn' never land, less it's in the Netherlands Twenty on that goldface, Breitling wit' the leather band. Ask for a better hand I tried collidin' wit my problems, ye', I never ran That'll make me less a man. I ain't go from not havin' it ta' bein' arrogant I dreamt, went grabbin' it, jus' bein' passionate. Some niggas get complaints an' why... Dude's is newborn birds, jus' afraid ta' fly. If you're foot's on the breaks, can't ride. Me, I spread my wings, inhale an' embrace that high! [Hook] [Verse 3: Joe Budden] Give it away, give it away, give it away now [x3] Look, look, look... Part of me was gruesome I ain't changed, I grew some An' if I did change, I welcomed that shit to come. Dudes that smoked trees wit' me Dudes that used ta' be wit' me They say I switched up on 'em an' did a three-sixty. 'Cause I don't burn it down But to me it's commonsense - You wann' see the otherside, gott' turn aroun'. Show 'em your game face - I tell 'em we was on the same track, but wasn't runnin' that same race (nigga). Weighin' in the same space, but I ain't gonn' change pace Some' won't let me slowdown, I can't explain fate. So don't say I won't from broke ta' booshie I'm far from far-end I jus' know what suits me, muh'fucka. [Hook]

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