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I Threw The Rest Away (Tracy Lawrence)

I met him in a dive down in New Orleans
I recognized his handsome face
It was none of my business, but I had to know
What he was doing in this kind of place
Cause he used to have money, he used to have honeys
He used to be Society's prince
But he still wore a grin when I sat beside him
and asked where all that money went
(Chorus)
Some was spent on Gambling, alot was spent on women
A Little on some good Cabernet
Three or Four divorces, at least that many horses
who never left the starting gate
Diamond rings and furs, swampland in New Jersey
That week I spent a year in LA
I hate to admit it, I threw the rest away
___
He said money don't mean nothing in this game of life
It's just a way of keeping score
Show me a man whose got everything
I'll show you one who wants even more
Well so smoke em' when you got em'
When you hit bottom, you gotta have a reason to smile
You can have a little piece of the rock
I'll take a little piece of mind
(Chorus)
He said to me
Diamond rings and furs, swampland in New Jersey
That week I spent a year in LA
I hate to admit it, I threw the rest away

Cottonmouth (Dog's Eye View)

Abigail, I'm sorry,
I never meant to kick your mouth
I was afraid, I didn't want to hear
Those words come out.
We agreed it was nothing
I thought we agreed
We would never get attached
Now here we are tied at the head

Wasn't it you who said
Love was useless?
Wasn't it you said
Love was like driving south?
We start out thirsty
And wind up with Cottonmouth

Abigail, knows Birmingham like
The back of a handsome man
All curves leading nowhere
Because they can
When she gets bored sometimes,
She'll follow them around for a while
And try to believe they're
Heading somewhere new

She says "wasn't it you who said
Love was useless?"
Wasn't it you said
"Love was like driving south?"

We start out thirsty
And wind up with cottonmouth

Abigail, I was thirsty,
I could've sworn
You were a cup of water
You poured out your heart,
I drank it,
Now I'm just feeling sick
The scenery keeps changing,
But the same sad plot keeps repeating
And I always wind up leaving you

But wasn't it you,
who said love was useless?
Wasn't it you, who said
Love was useless?
I think it might have been me,
Who said love was like driving south
We start out thirsty, Abigail
We always start out thirsty
Yeah, we start out thirsty

And wind up with cottonmouth
Abigail, I'm sorry

HANDSOME DEVIL (BBC) (The Smiths)

All the streets are crammed with things
Eager to be held
I know what hands are for
And I'd like to help myself
You ask me the time
But I sense something more
And I would like to give
What I think you're asking for
You handsome devil
Oh, you handsome devil

Let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, I say, I say


I crack the whip
And you skip
But you deserve it
You deserve it, deserve it, deserve it


A boy in the bush
Is worth two in the hand
I think I can help you get through your exams
Oh, you handsome devil


Oh, let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, I say, I say


I crack the whip
And you skip
But you deserve it
You deserve it, deserve it, deserve it


And when we're in your scholarly room
Who will swallow whom ?
When we're in your scholarly room
Who will swallow whom ?
You handsome devil


Oh, let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, I say, I say


There's more to life than books, you know
But not much more
Oh, there's more to life than books, you know
But not much more, not much more
Oh, you handsome devil
Oh, you handsome devil
Ow !

HANDSOME DEVIL (TATE) (The Smiths)

All the streets are crammed with things
Eager to be held
I know what hands are for
And I'd like to help myself
You ask me the time
But I sense something more
And I would like to give
What I think you're asking for
You handsome devil
Oh, you handsome devil

Let me get my hands
On your mammary gland
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, I say, I say


I crack the whip
And you skip
But you deserve it
You deserve it


A boy in the bush
Is worth two in the hand
I think I can help you get through your exams
Oh, you handsome devil


Oh, let me get my hands
On your mammary gland
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, I say, I say


I crack the whip
And you skip
But you deserve it
You deserve it


And when we're in your scholarly room
Who will swallow whom ?
And when we're in your scholarly room
Who will swallow whom ?
You handsome devil


Oh, let me get my hands
On your mammary gland
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, I say, I say


There's more to life than books, you know
But not much more
Oh, there's more to life than books, you know
But not much more, not much more
Oh, you handsome devil
Oh, you handsome devil
Ow !

Cinderella (i5)

(Here we go, check it out)

When I was just a little girl
My mama used to tuck me into bed
And she'd read me a story
It always was about a princess in distress
And how a guy would save her
And end up with the glory (glory)
I'd lie in bed and think about the person that
I wanted to be
Then one day I relized that
The fairy tale life
Wasn't for me

<Chorus>

I don't wannabe like Cinderella
Sittin' in a dark, cold, dusty cellur
Waiting for somebody to come and set me free
I don't wannabe like so I've waited
For a handsome prince to come and save me
All my hopes of why
Unless the writing's on my side
Don't wannabe
No , No one else
I'd rather rescue myself

Someday I'm gonna find someone
Who wants me body so hard in mind
Who's not afraid to show that he loves it
Somebody who will understand
I'm happy just the way I am
Don't need nobody takin' care of me
I will be there for him
Just as long as he will be there for me
When I get myself
That it has got to be an equal thing

<Repeat Chorus>

I can slay
My own dragons
I can dream
My own dreams
For a knight in shinning armor
Is he
Somebody gonna set me free

<Repeat Chorus3Xs>

Lives On The Line (50 Cent)

Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cause I don't like y'all anyway
... And I don't like y'all anyway
** all y'all!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Whattup homie
For bitches who don't know me
... They wanna blow me
Cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me

[Verse One]
I came into rap humble, I don't give a ** now
Serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
The bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
They keep it on 'em, right there in they**crack
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your **in head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop shit, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see

[Hook]
Scream murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder! (** around and leave you!)
Murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!)

[Verse Two]
Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear "He say, She say" shit
Unless he say she say she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggaz who ** wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cause niggaz tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em"
"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em"
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You just a small player in this game, play a part son

[Hook]

[Verse Three]
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa
See 'em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
I ain't lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!)
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me nigga, one (one)

[Hook]

Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six

I Need Some Fine Wine And You, You Need To Be Nicer (The Cardigans)

Sit
Good Dog
Stay
Bad Dog
Wooo
Down
Roll over

Well here's a good man and pretty young girl
Tryin to play together somehow
I'm wasting my life
You're changing the world
I get drunk and watch your head grow

It's the good times that we share
And the bad times that we'll have
It's the good times and the bad times that we had

Well it's been a long slow collision
I'm a pit bull you're a dog
Baby you're found in clear conditions
But you're handsome in the fog

So I need some fine wine and you, you need to be nicer
For the good times and the bad times that we'll have

Sometimes we talk over dinner like old friends
Til I go and kill the bottle
I go off over any old thing
Break your heart and raise a glass or ten

To the good times that we share
And the bad times that we'll have
To the good times and the bad times that we've had

Well it's been a long slow collision
I'm a pit bull you're a dog
Baby you're found in clear condition
But you're handsome in the fog

So I need some fine wine and you, you need to be nicer
For the good times and the bad times we know will come
yeah
I need some fine wine and you, you need to be nicer
You need to be nicer
You and me
For the good times and the bad times that we had

Sit
Good times
Bad times
Sweet wine
Bad wine
Good cop
Bad cop
Lap dog
Bad dog
Sit

I KNOW IT'S OVER (RANK) (The Smiths)

I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well. Enough said.
I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Over ...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to cut me
Do you think you can help me ?
Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
(Though she needs you
More than she loves you)
And I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Over, it's over, it's over, it's over
It's over, la ...
I know it's over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said :
"If you're so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you're so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
I know ...
'Cause tonight - it's just like any other night
That's why you're on your own tonight
Your triumphs and your charms
While they're in each other's arms..."
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over
Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is Natural and Real
But not for such as you and I, my love
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head, oh ...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil fall over my head
Mother, I can feel the soil fall over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil fall over, fall over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the ... fall over my ...
Oh ...

Rude Boys Outa Jail (The Specials)

Rude boy's outta jail
Rude boy's outta jail
Rude boy's out on bail
Rude boy's outta jail

They mess around in every town
But now they've learned the rules
They used to be rough, they used to be tough
But now they're keeping cool

They don't fight, they look just right
In their tonics and button downs
If you see them around, don't put them down
They're the coolest guys in town

Rude boy's outta jail
Rude boy's outta jail
Rude boy's out on bail
Rude boy's outta jail

They mess around in every town
But now they've learned the rules
They used to be rough, they used to be tough
But now they're keeping their cool

Trapped In Me (Slick Rick)




[Slick Rick]
Yeah kid..

Well first of all sit your cause I'm Victor
The Ruler decorate a record just like a picture
Slicker licker isn't this vigorous
Mother**er too Don Suave for any nigga it's
I sold that offender
Short killer note is that I wrote a tremendous
Old neighborhood chow now Rick vow
even rich niggaz must bow now
Extrordinarily handsome grandson
Pack your bags suitcase out the mansion
Any time that you wish that - I flow that
A whole bunch of big shots bums, now you know that
Opinions, wifepiece - hers fat
You wish a rapper could be better than perfect
Candidate, who talk shit anyway
And this is what most bitch walk this planet say

Ricky your rappin is trapped in me
Ricky your rappin is trapped in me
Your rappin is trapped in me
Your vocals is trapped in me
Your voice gets trapped in me
Your lyrics is trapped in me
Your vocals is trapped in me..

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fecal sick of it, through the thick of it
Even my cat like, "Ricky you the nigga kid"
Certain rappers earned thou on shit
Watch them nigga**squirm now in front Rick
How dare you figure it out one come fair
Nigga career, buried now somewhere
Gladys Pips and off her, force her
Even back when I was the fattest shit the world saw
DJ, attack the eight track
White black mother**in men RCA jacks
Royal, holla me, all y'all know I lead you
Follow me, all four
Centerpiece, narrow in the shit**
White House bounces off the power that the kid has
While other rap plunderin under ya
You incredible, unstoppable wonder you
Candidate, who talk shit anyway
And this is what most bitch walk this planet say

Ricky your vocals is trapped in me
Rick your voice gets trapped in me
Ricky your lyrics is trapped in me
Ricky your rappin is trapped in me
Rick your voice gets trapped in me
Ricky your style gets lost in me
Ricky your lovin gets trapped to a T

Eyepatch and kneel, don't well that's a heel
Can't even go to the bathroom mat for real
Vision, won't patch eye kiss of the
three** niggaz pushin up like prisoner
Can't stand it - and the Ricky is organic
On the real, got too much style for this planet
Woman hard mark, old charcoal nigga
don't make me get the jewels start sparkle
Anytime you hear the La-Di-Da-Di start
bitch underwear been flung off the bodypart
And find, they assembling grand rhyme
Can't find, I'm overwhelming to mankind
Why discrepancies erupt to
and play with intelligence you cannot measure up to
Candidate, who talk shit anyway
And this is what most bitch walk this planet say

Ricky your rap gets trapped in me
Ricky your vocals get trapped in me
Rick your voice gets trapped in me
Ricky your lyrics get trapped in me
Ricky your lovin gets trapped in me
Ricky your style gets trapped in me
Ricky your lovin gets rocked in me..


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