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The Dogz 5 Banders lyrics - Fame

Fame

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When I'm walking down fame hall I see this odd brown door When I look inside it It tells me what fame is and how hard it is to be famous And now that dogz throw flowers out and ask for autographs I guess fame is too hard for me I'm just not too mature I'm too naive and I can't handle money So when I'm walking down the fame hall I see the odd brown door When I look inside it It tells me what fame is and how hard it is to be famous (guitar break) And now that dogz throw flowers out and ask for autographs I guess fame is too hard for me I'm just not too mature I'm too naive and I can't handle money And I guess there's too much stuff for me to handle and now I must give up on all my thoughts When I'm walking down fame hall I see this odd brown door When I look inside it It tells me what fame is and how hard it is to be famous Famous Famous Famous (famous)

My Big Mouth

OASIS "Be Here Now"
Everybody knows ... but no-one's saying nothing And it's a sound so very loud ... that no-one can hear I got something in my shoe ... it's keeping me from walking Down the long and winding road ... back home to you Around this town you've ceased to be That's what you get for sleeping with the enemy Where angels fly you won't play So guess who's gonna take the blame for ... My big mouth, my big name Who'll put on my shoes while they're walking Slowly down the hall of fame? Into my big mouth you could fly a plane Who'll put on my shoes while they're walking Slowly down the hall of fame? Slowly down the hall of fame I ain't never spoke to God And I ain't never been to heaven But you assumed I knew the way Even though the map was given And as you look into the eyes Of a bloody cold assasin Only then you'll realize With who's life you have been messin'

Man

ELTON JOHN "Made In England"
Man stands in all his glory Sitting at the crossroads of the same old story Man got his make-up, wears it like a mask Hides inside a child, lives inside a glass Man breathes his own deceit Man worships his own defeat Oh I'm a man, I know what it feels like I'm a man, working on the living part of life You see through me, I understand But don't lose hope if you can Have a little faith in man Shakespeare's men got all the lines Modern man lives back in time Man got bravado in his big steel hands Runs with the wolf, sleeps with the lamb Man falls, cuts and bleeds Man stumbles on his own belief He's the hoax behind the thrill The poison arrow, the bitter pill Hard to swallow, hard to kill, hard to understand He's the light behind the hill The broken promise, the iron will Hard to kill, hard to understand

Can't Get Any Harder

JAMES BROWN
(Get up) (The star of the show Hard-working Mr. Dynamite Jaaaaaames Brown) (Brown) (Brown) (Brown).. (Get up) [Charlie Brown:] Yo, I don't mean to brag, there's the tag Brown got a brand new bag Shining star up to par Bars guitars So far so good, gettin greater at last Where it counts, later for the last First you're dead and stinkin Thinkin, winkin, drinkin, sinkin Ba-ba-ba-blinkin Baby paw, New York City is in the house Without a doubt, we turn the mutha out Routs threw out shouts: "ain't we funky now" Godfather, Soul Brother Number One [Milo:] Ugh! (Ugh!) Ugh! (Ugh!) Ugh! I'm hot, huh! 90 are levels of degrees burnin Turnin in a rough rotation Livin in the land of the lost and found Can't drown in sounds of the James Brown, Brown, Brown This is the mixture when you add hard texture Can't get no harder, so I'm out to getcha Its essence felt, you're turned inside out Fellas, what you gon' say now? Thirsty? Not, my verse just quenched your thirst From the burst of energy Shinin on the appetite Can't cross the thin line of the end of my time (Hah!) Hold it, I'm still burnin Pop or not, I come to break up slots Cause it can't get no harder Give it to me, Godfather [James Brown:] Can't get any harder - than what I got Cause what I got - is sho' nuff hard to stop Can't get any harder - cause what I got Cause what I got - is sho' nuff hard to stop Hey! I've been around for a long time Won't let nobody bring me down Rock solid, solid as a rock Too smooth to move and too hard to stop [Busta Rhymes:] Oh yes, come and get with this entourage As we get busy in the garage Leaders of the New forever large Cause we got the funk flip script, oh yes Get up and ill, everybody move your hip, scream out: "Yes!" That's what I'm talkin about - ah! Busta, Leaders come and turn it out Don't try to front on the flavor Save that for later Or join the Maker in the spirit like an elevator You wanna know somethin funny? I was devasted When I elaborated how we collaborated With singers in music activated Most necessary that we salute many too livin legendary James Brown comin to you, better open the door Because I wanna MOP THE FLOOR! [James Brown:] Do it, ya Gimme some rap, now - hah Put it there Welcome to the club Huh! Bring it all together Can't get any harder - ugh - than what I got (Soul!) Cause what I got - is sho' nuff hard to stop Can't get any harder - ah, good God - than what I got (Soul!) Cause what I got - aaaaeeew - is sho' nuff hard to stop I've been around for a long time Won't let nobody bring me down Rock solid, solid as a rock Too smooth to move and too hard to stop Can't get any harder Ugh! Agh! Move-a Aaaaaaooooh yes-a! Aaaaaaaw! The groove move ya Can't get any harder - than what I got Cause what I got - is sho' nuff hard to stop Can't get any harder - good God - than what I got Cause what I got - is sho' nuff hard to stop [L.O.N.S.:] BROWN

Hello World

ANDY MINEO "Formerly Known"
Hello world Ain't no friend of ya So quit with all the smiles I wont bend for ya I'm walkin' straight better now than ever I guess I started late now my heart's awake When did this all begin I guess it's hard to say All I really know is that something happened inside of me And it was not my own I was chosen Now I'm flippin' paper for the prophets I ain't talking about how my pockets grown Not the paper with the dead people faces Talking about them dudes that I read in the pages Now I'm seeing clear but I ain't got Lasik I’m thinking about my past I never shoulda made it But God in His grace saw it fit to come and snatch me up I draw the line in the sand no I ain't backing up Back in the days I was acting up You know when communion came your boy had to pass the cup Pass the bread too sin I was still in Offering went in the plate my condoms almost fell in Outside I’m feelin' cool inside I'm yelling Outside lookin' free inside's like a felon Doing time for rebelling a slave to that sin that I was dwellin' in Bought the lie they were selling like go, get as many girls as you can And get it out of your system now so you'll put a rrrrring on that hand Down the line when your thirty after you had like thirty different women They so pretty feeling clean … getting dirty Yuck, now what a lie from the mouth of Satan Let’s use logic for verifying these statements Well you keep chasing them you’ll only want more Sin is never satisfied boy we at war with ourselves You ever want something so bad it was all you could think about Yo you had to have it Then you finally get it you like it for a minute but then your eyes pivot Now your on to something different we got God-sized longings Why you try to fill em with them things that you can’t take with you in the coffin

Back-Door Angels

JETHRO TULL "Warchild"
In and out of the front door, ran twelve back-door angels. Their hair was a golden-brown --- they didn't see me wink my eye. 'Tis said they put we men to sleep with just a whisper, And touch the heads of dying dogs --- and make them linger. They carry their candles high --- and they light the dark hours. And sweep all the country clean with pressed and scented wild-flowers. They grow all their roses red, and paint our skies blue --- drop one penny in every second bowl --- make half the beggars lose, why do the faithful have such a will to believe in something And call it the name they choose, having chosen nothing. Think I'll sit down and invent some fool --- some Grand Court Jester. And next time the die is cast, he'll throw a six or two. In and out of the back-door, ran one front-door angel, Her hair was a golden-brown --- she smiled and I think she winked her eye.

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