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Lyrics

Lazy Line Painter Jane (Belle And Sebastian)

Working the village shop
Putting a poster up
Dreaming of anything
Dreaming of the time when you are free from all the trouble you're in

In the mud, on your knees
Trying hard not to please
Anyone, all the time
Being a rebel's fine
But you go all the way to being brutal

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
On the first bus out of town
On the first bus out of town

Let's see your kit for games
All the girls look the same
You are challenging style for running miles
You're running miles in some boys jumper

Boo to the business world!
You know a girl who's tax free on her back and making
Plenty cash
While you are working for the joy of giving

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
And you hope that she will see
And you hope that she will see

You will have a boy tonight
Or maybe you will have a girl tonight
And you hope that she will see
And you hope that she will see

You are in two minds
Tossing a coin to decide whether you should tell your mum
About a dose of thrush you got while you were licking railings

But you read in a book
That you got free in Boots
There are lotions, there are potions
You can take to hide your shame from all those prying eyes

Lazy Jane, all the time
Painting lines
You are sleeping at bus stops
Wondering how you got your name
And what you're going to do about it

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
And you hope that she will see
And you hope that she will see

The Christians And The Pagans (Dar Williams)

Amber called her uncle, said "We're up here for the holiday,
Jane and I were having Solstice; now we need a place to stay."
And her Christ-loving uncle watched his wife hang Mary on a tree,
He watched his son hang candy canes all made with Red Dye No. 3.
He told his niece, "Its Christmas Eve, I know our life is not your style,"
She said, "Christmas is like Solstice, and we miss you and its been awhile."

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And just before the meal was served, hands were held and prayers were said,
Sending hope for peace on earth to all their gods and goddesses.

The food was great, the tree plugged in, the meal had gone without a hitch,
Till Timmy turned to Amber and said, "Is it true that you're a wtich?"
His mom jumped up and said, "The pies are burning," and she hit the kitchen,
And it was Jane who spoke, she said, "It's true, your cousin's not a Christian,"
"But we love trees, we love the snow, the friends we have, the world we share,
And you find magic from your God, and we find magic everywhere,"

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And where does magic come from? I think magic's in the learning,
'Cause now when Christians sit with Pagans only pumpkin pies are burning.

When Amber tried to do the dishes, her aunt said, "Really, no, don't bother."
Amber's uncle saw how Amber looked like Tim and like her father.
He thought about his brother, how they hadn't spoken in a year,
He thought he'd call him up and say, "It's Christmas, and your daughter's here."
He thought of fathers, sons and brothers, saw his own son tug his sleeve, saying,
"Can I be a Pagan?" Dad said, "We'll discuss it when they leave."

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
Lighting trees in darkness, learning new ways from the old, and
Making sense of history and drawing warmth out of the cold.

Hain't It Funny? (K.D. Lang)

Jane Siberry
We made love last night
Wasn't good wasn't bad
Itimate strangers made me kinda sad
Now when I woke up this morning
Coffee wasn't on
It slowly dawned on me that my baby is gone
My baby's gone

Guess I shoudln't be so shocked
I guess I shouldn't be so surprised
Guess i sorta noticed the sadness in your eyes
All this time together
And I still feel so alone
Two of us together couldn't make this house a home
My baby's gone
My baby's gone
Oh so long

Umf maybe I'm a little bit relieved
Maybe even a little bit glad
Now that you're gone maybe I won't feel so sad
So I'm packing your things and
Leaving them outside and
Neighbours can talk themselves up into a storm I'll survive
My baby's gone
My baby's gone
Oh ... so long

Did you forget something my love
I see you're back outside
Looking at your suitcases looking oh so surprised
Hain't it funny
One of life's little jokes
Thought you'd gone for good
But you'd only gone ... for smokes

MARY JANE'S LAST DANCE (Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers)

She grew up in an Indiana town
Had a good lookin' momma who never was around
But she grew up tall and she grew up right
With them Indiana boys on an Indiana night

Well she moved down here at the age of 18
She blew the boys away, it was more than they'd se en
I was introduced and we both started groovin'
She said, "I dig you baby but I got to keep movin'"
...on, keep movin' on

Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in and I'm
Tired of this town again

Well I don't know what I've been told
You never slow down, you never grow old
I'm tired of screwing up, I'm tired of goin' down
I'm tire of myself, I'm tired of this town
Oh my my, oh hell yes
Honey put on that party dress
Buy me a drink, sing me a song,
Take me as I come 'cause I can't stay long

Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in and I'm
Tired of this town again

T here's pidgeons down in Market Square
She's standin' in her underwear
Lookin' down from a hotel room
Nightfall will be comin' soon
Oh my my, oh hell yes
You've got to put on that party dress
It was too cold to cry when I woke up al one
I hit the last number, I walked to the road

Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in and I'm
Tired of this town again

Mary Jane (Megadeth)

Forgive me father for I have sinned
I'm a child of the air, I'm a witch of the wind
And I'm still awake... Mary Jane

From the earth, up through the trees
I can hear her calling me
Her voice rides on the breeze
Oh, it's haunting me

No, I can't get away
No, there's no escape
If I know I'm going crazy
I must not be insane

Chorus
Beware my friends, as you pass by
As you are now so once was I
As I am now so you must be
Prepare my friends to follow me

Forgive me father for I have sinned
I'm a child of the air, I'm a witch of the wind
Fingers gripped around my brain
No control, my mind is lame
I'm in the astral plane, and I'll never be the same
Never, never, never, never, never, never
Never, never, never

Repeat chorus

It hurts so bad I can't breathe
Prepare to follow me

I'm Tired (Ying Yang Twins)

All this freaky**shit
niggaz all those hoes, police, bustaz, everything(i so so tired)

Walk around town like im lost
sittin in the house like a log
nigga had to find something wrong
playa wanna shine thats all
no henns wanna twine with minds so small
Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga please
hatas all around me
let a nigga breathe
what a nigga say at the slip of the lip
man ** that bitch nigga grip and
talkin bout a nigga like a ho
what they wanna hate me fo
when a nigga step through the door
conversastion get low
with these type of niggaz i dont need no
co-munication
cuz playa haitian
thats so e-relavent
bitch motha**er that hate
im thinkin bout writin a letter to the president

livin in the land of the lost
nigga dont sleep too good
lookin fine then all from stress that can
we'll would should probally could
make a nigga**go insane
stay smoked out all day mary-jane
niggaz be tryin to make me strain
hataz wanna wear the chain of my brain
get a nigga mind of track
and worry bout u gimmie my shit back
all over here u need to stay over there
u got ur own stay out of my hair
niggaz and bitches is both the same
they lie, steal, cheat, **, suck, trick and
all this women in ur face with i love shit

[hook x2]
(im tired)
fake booty boot bust**niggaz all around me
(i'm tired)
hoes hoes hoes is all i see
(i'm tired)
wont yall get the ** on and leave me alone
(i'm tired)
niggaz get gone
(i'm tired)
bitches get gone
(i'm tired)

motha**ers come around my face
mouth got a bad**taste
why that motha**er wanna hate?
need to get out my way
let a motha**er come through
do what the ** i gotta do
this dont concern you
im tryin to handle my bid-ness
get on the good foot
need to jump on the bandwagon
not sand baggin
cuz everybody tryin to get rich
buy a new house and shit
make our way out the hood
like everybody should
but you up to no good
tryin to bring a nigga down
spreadin lies around town
nigga like a **in clown
it only make you look bad
everybody jumpin your ass
it just make me laugh
make a nigga move on
made me write this song
now im in the **in zone
the list goes on and on
but they say two wrongs
never made no right
it just make it worse
i addressed it first
thats why i wrote this verse
convisated to her
im bout tired this shit
nigga u let the shit go
quit actin like a **in ho
nigga its time to grow
if u do it will show

(im tired, so so tired)
niggaz all those hoes, police, bustaz, everything

[hook x4]
(im tired)
fake booty boot bust**niggaz all around me
(i'm tired)
hoes hoes hoes is all i see
(i'm tired)
wont yall get the ** on and leave me alone
(i'm tired)
niggaz get gone
(i'm tired)
bitches get gone
(i'm tired)

I'm tired (Repeat a whole lot)

Bonus Flavor (I Got 5 On It) (Twiztid)

Haha! Re-Re-Remix...Bitch! (Throw me that fire!)
We creepin' in too baby!
(We got five on e'rythang mayn)
We got uhh, Lavel (Shaggy!)
we got Twiztid! (Monoxide, Madrox!)
Esham... (ABK!)
(Big Blaze & Violent J!)

(Lavel)
You say you got five on my tender?
You can bend her over the table
But be sure that you bring my stallion, back to my stable
Say, bro? No Elementary schoolground playin'
Not a five dollar bill, but five double-zero, on the real feel
I'm on the level, stayin' mellow
No criticism from the fellows, hello!
Being keyed durin' a high-speed but still don't tap the b.b.'s
I'm ???, Lavel, you can't see me

(Madrox & Monoxide)
Like nyquil, I drop fever
so either put your five up, Or ya gots to "leave it" like "beaver"
Cause see a, niggy perpin' broke'll, smoke your spliff all day
Go home and buy drinky with his pretty then parlay

I got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, or 40's

'Cause "This is how we do it" like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Detroit city, Frank Nitty is a goner
I'm blowin it up like Oklahoma

(Esham)
Put ya feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo' corners than you thought, to somethin writers bought
Mo' c-zacks? best believe that, tokin'
Where you from? Oakland, I mean Detroit, Smokin'
In attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
At every event, I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream "ESHAM" when ya see me

(Chorus)
I got five on it (got it good!)
Grab your fo', let's get keyed
I got five on it..
Messin with that endo weed!
I got five on it (got it good!)
It's got me stuck, and I'm to'e back
I got five on it..
Potnah, let's go half on a sack!

(Blaze)
Why ya treat me so bad?
Grundy makes it happen
Fives gets slapped and revenue grows
From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin'
Potent fumes lingerin', mighty clouds of northern lights
?????????????
And you'll be violatin my civil rights
I'm startin to feel my scrilla
But perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track where hella fools be
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted
Took off my hat, passed it around, now sprinkle me

(Monoxide)
Me and Blaze comin' fed plus
Yo' let the lead bust
Ready to do a murda, mayn
Perved off the Hurricane
Slurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal
Me killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel (Insane in the membrane!)
"Bring The Pain" like Method
Neglected
Smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast
Guzzle the hen-do, fin'sta do the evil that men do
Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue

(Chorus)

(Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J)
Yeah, it's been a while since I spit it from the D-town
** around, heard Paul & Jamie say ???????????
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look around you
Twiztid and the Fam' spread it all around you

I'm back to get my O' on, I get my flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still bringin' satin for them drawers
Velvet for the mic, and got a pound for the cause

(Anybody Killa)
Rollin' up cannabis sativa
Hittin' the "Mary Jane"
Smokin' the five before it's tweleve o'clock, sippin' on hurricane
Ready to smoke on the endo; rollin' up my window, fin' to go to the 'land
With a hand fulla broccoli, when it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Kush nasty, I be hittin' the j so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor, finna to have a stroke T-H-C ain't no joke
I got five on e'erything, let's get loaded and smoke
'Cause A-B-K about to hit it an' croaaaakkkkk

(Chorus)

"Awwwww Yeahhh, whassup baby?
It's me, your boy with the game that's always tight
You a little short on some ends?
Don't worry 'bout that, I'll take care of that, I got five on that
I got you."

Mary Jane (Yvonne Elliman)

Maaaary Jane
He wanna take away your pain
Maaaary Jane
He's gonna put your picture in the frame
Maaaary Jane
And even if he writes your name in vain
He wanna hold the hand of mary jane

He walks the morning fairy tale where shades in white
The trees are covered by the rime but it's alright
He wants to sleep because last night he crossed the skies
But you layed together on the clouds so it was very nice

He really was not in her life that covered black
But gives her paper roses wants to kiss her neck
He talks about her violet stars from eight to nine
And wonders how can someone be so cute and fine

Do you hear the way your cigarette burn
Smoldering killer of the fears
I wish that it will not return (i wish it won't return)
Your checkered past and salty tears (and salty tears)

Maaaary Jane wo-u-o-u-o
Maaaary Jane wo-u-o-u-o

Son Of The South (The Afghan Wigs)

jane had a bottle of pills
she kept beside her bed
she took a couple when the sky came falling down
"what do you see in me"
she used to say out loud
i see myself in a year
if i'm still around
& i don't feed the doll no no
jane used to touch herself to make it go away
the loneliness that would follow her all around
& hold her pretty hand
& wanna be her friend
& hold the ceiling when the sky came falling down
i don't really need you
but since you're here
tell me all about yourself my dear
are YOU queer?
what happened to your wrists
do YOU need some help
i can't be checking on YOU like this all the time
YOU want some help then bleed somebody else
YOU know YOU ain't gonna be mine

Hard Labor (C Bo)




[Featuring Outlaw Immortalz]
Intro: (Voice speaking)
You rang
Is you down kichy or even might love to me
Payin' bangin' another time
Look we got the trigger to quicker the caper
Fools leavin' they guns
from the guns to the care to the bed to the scoop
In this life ain't nothing they can think off
But working overtime nigga
Some mother** hard labor
Verse 1: [Kastro Outlaw Immortalz]
They got my,
Kickin' in dust, dirty
Bust me, they must be dreamin'
Trust me these cowards heard a murder
And they ain't tryin' to see it
They got 'em in there
When I was to young to be in
So now I'm comatosed, shellshocked and barely breathin'
But,
still I respect the game
Test me, you ain't Hussein
Outlaw like Josey Wales
Too tough to try to change
C-Bo, they take me, change no
We just slow at home
Ready for war plus we deadly
Verse 2: [Young Noble - Outlaw Immortalz]
I remember when one of my teachers told me
That I ain't shit, and ain't gon never be shit
Look at me now bitch and fluwed your kid with this
Now we're rainin' on our enemies
Hennessy got me critically,
suddenly, instantly
Knew their planin' with my misery
It's to me from Makaveli the general
Military mind, outlaw with camisole
Critical condition for that hoes he fold
It Hard Labor, knowin' this rap shit might save us
Not from death, but where we came from
Chorus: x2
[Napolean - Outlaw Immortalz]
Nigga, all we do is act a fool is stay thugged out (Thugged out)
And the first nigga that act up was gettin' thugged out
Change the paper...
[Young Noble - Outlaw Immortalz]
...it's Hard Labor
Made the biggest plan that niggas makin'
Sound aped, cause it is rapin'
They can't fake it more
Verse 3: [Storm - Outlaw Immortalz]
Gotta make more warriors
Runnin' through my veins
The story's told while the game's the same
** the world with your money, man, play the game
Got stuck with your heartbeat, who's to blame
What you know what I want, when you're bad as yours
Got a vision of my enemies hittin' the floor
From Makaveli to my Outlawz, I back 'em all
Keep your mind on my riches, when I even the score
First nigga where you at, speak, friend of fo'
Got a 9-G locked, it's for if you fall
Shoot first, let's play no different face
I die for the shit, nigga Hard Labor
Verse 4: [Kastro - Outlaw Immortalz]
Pick up my block, cock
Please not wanna put a stop to my plot
They locked my bitch up
And even tried to lock in my pops
It's Hard Labor, my moms, you craw me thinkin' to major
Mad, cause, nowadays too many hoes is on my pager
Pussy and paper
Pencil, politics and praise you
Chase you and even chase me
Straight to the penitentiary
Nigga, the hard life, hard fight and hard capers
Nigga, we're all thugs, overdosed in Hard Labor
(Voice Speaking):
Walked in the club and said a nigga drugs do us all
Looked up and see my nigga Big C-Bo
Verse 5: [C-Bo]
Check I was born to this life ,a sin, as a young thug
Releasin' stress over (?) gin, laced with mud
From day one I knew is wasn't no mother**in' love
They use to jump doin' hands and now they jump in new as lust
I was confused first to see a church
on this hell on earth
But it was them fools first to took earth
for what it was worth
I was raised in this great community,
when there was no unity
And niggas be on they own,
as soon they reached (?cutety?)
Be you and me
Runnin' back, in a Cadillac
Fresh of a jack
With two straps in a Pontiac
With only one life to live
I guess the Lord had only one life to give
It seems so trifully, bought a hill
This fast nigga's life's a sin
It's hell on earth, ain't nothin' worse
Than givin' birth to kid
Talk to sin until he buried to dirt
It's been a thug life since day one,
when I was thugged in
25 Years later got rid off thuggin' Hard Labor


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