Wu-Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M. Lyrics

Wu-Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M. Video

(Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man)

 

What that nigga want God?

Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)

(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby

Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up

KnowhatI'msayin?

(Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M. get...)

Yeah, check this ol fly shit out

Word up

(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint

(C. R. E. A. M. get the money) Here we here we go

(Dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!

 

(Verse One: Raekwon the Chef)

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side

Staying alive was no jive

At second hands, moms bounced on old men

So then we moved to Shaolin land

A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose

Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot

And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one

And that one, pullin out gats for fun

But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend

Started smokin woolies at sixteen

And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes

Making my way on fire escapes

No question I would speed, for cracks and weed

The combination made my eyes bleed

No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all

Sticking up white boys in ball courts

My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater

Times is ruff and tuff like leather

Figured out I went the wrong route

So I got with a sick ass click and went all out

Catchin keys from across seas

Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's

Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the TEC-9

Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now

 

(Chorus: Method Man)

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M Get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M Get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all

 

(Verse Two: Inspector Deck)

It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin

Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival

I peep at the shape of the streets

And stay awake to the ways of the world, cause shit is deep

A man with a dream with plans to make C. R. E. A. M

Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15

A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much

Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...

The court played me short, now I face incarceration

Pacin' going up state's my destination

Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us

Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough

But as the world turns I learned life is hell

Living in the world no different from a cell

Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base

Smokin bones in the staircase

Though I don't know why I chose to smoke cess

I guess, that's the time when I'm not depressed

But I'm still depressed, and I ask, what's it worth?

Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth

Who explained working hard may help you maintain

To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain

We got stickup kids, corrupt cops and crack rocks

And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot

Leave it up to me while I be living proof

To kick the truth to the young black youth

But shorty's running wild smokin cess, drinkin beer

And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear

Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted

That what? That life is hectic

 

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M Get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M Get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M Get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M Get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all

 

Niggas gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill

YaknowhatI'msayin?

Cuz we can't just get by no more

Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down

 

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M get the money, dollar, dollar bill

Y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH

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Tupac - I Ain't Mad At Cha Lyrics

Tupac - I Ain't Mad At Cha Video

Change, shit

I guess change is good for any of us

Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood

Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha

Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy

 

Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while

I'ma send this one out for y'all, nahmean?

Cause I ain't mad at cha

Heard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust

(Danny Boy) I ain't...

Givin a motherfuck, heheheheheh

Yeah, niggaz

(Danny Boy) ...mad at cha

Cause I ain't mad at cha

 

Verse One: 2Pac

 

Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

You was just a little smaller but you still roll

Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll

Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn

On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm

Collect calls to the tip, sayin how ya changed

Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

Wanna go to the mosque, don't wanna chase tail

It seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

When I talk about money all you see is the struggle

When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble

Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know

She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB

On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on

Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it

Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker that'd

Go toe to toe when it's time to roll, you got a brother's back

And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Cause I ain't mad at cha

(Hmm, I ain't mad at cha)

 

Chorus: Danny Boy

 

I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)

I ain't, mad, at cha

 

Verse Two: 2Pac

 

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state

I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes

Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived

Don't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs

In my cell, thinkin, Hell, I know one day I'll be back

As soon as I touch down

I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down

The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at cha

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha

 

Chorus: Danny Boy

 

I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)

I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)

 

Verse Three: 2Pac

 

Well guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin now

Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down

He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock

Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block

He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key

Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury

See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made

Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days

So full of pain while the weapons blaze

Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days

Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze

You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days

So many changed on me, so many tried to plot

That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?

Til God return me to my essence

Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent

So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down

I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?

They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha

You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha

 

Chorus: Danny Boy

Iiiiiiiii,

I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha)

Iiiiiiiii ain't mad (2Pac: hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha

I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha)

I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)

I ain't, mad at cha, noooo

I ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhhmm

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Trixter - Surrender Lyrics

Trixter - Surrender Video

Words of silence echo through this lonely room

Just a photograph and dreams that won't come true

I'll never know why I left you standin' in the rain

Cryin' tears of emptyness it's drivin' me insane

 

All I wanted was to love you

Never wanted to see you cry

All I need is just to hold you

I just can't say Goodbye

 

Sometimes we raise our guns of pain but I'll be your defender

Cause if love means war, baby I surrender

 

You use words as weapons I use love as a shield

So tell me why are we on this battlefield

In a blaze of glory can we rise above these flames

In a world of anger there's got to be a way

 

Sometimes we raise our guns of pain but I'll be your defender

Cause if love means war, baby I surrender

We're just soldiers from the heart and I ain't no pretender

So lay down your arms and baby let's surrender

 

And thought my aim is true

I sometimes miss the mark

Ooh, in matters of the heart

But I'd give my life tonight

To hold you in my arms

 

In a blaze of glory can we rise above these flames

In a world of anger there's got to be a way

 

I just wanna hold you (surrender)

I just wanna love you (surrender)

I never meant to make you cry

 

Sometimes we raise our guns of pain but I'll be your defender

Cause if love means war, baby I surrender

We're just soldiers of from the heart and I ain't no pretender

So lay down you arms and baby let's surrender

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Taylor Swift - Back To December Lyrics

Taylor Swift - Back To December Video

I'm so glad you made time to see me

How's life? Tell me how's your family

I haven't seen them in a while

You've been good, busier than ever

We small talk, work and the weather

Your guard is up, and I know why

Because the last time you saw me

Is still burned in the back of your mind

You gave me roses, and I left them there to die

 

So this is me swallowing my pride

Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night

And I go back to December all the time

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you

Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine

I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right

I go back to December all the time

 

These days, I haven't been sleeping

Staying up, playing back myself leavin'

When your birthday passed, and I didn't call

And I think about summer, all the beautiful times

I watched you laughing from the passenger side

And realized I loved you in the fall

And then the cold came

The dark days when fear crept into my mind

You gave me all your love

And all I gave you was Goodbye

 

So this is me swallowing my pride

Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night

And I go back to December all the time

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you

Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine

I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind

I go back to December all the time

 

I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile

So good to me, so right

And how you held me in your arms that September night

The first time you ever saw me cry

Maybe this is wishful thinking

Probably mindless dreaming

But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't

So if the chain is on your door, I understand

 

But this is me swallowing my pride

Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night

And I go back to December...

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you

Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine

I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right

I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind

I go back to December all the time

All the time

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Suede - She's In Fashion Lyrics

Suede - She's In Fashion Video

She's the face on the radio

She's the body on the morning show

She's there shaking it out on the scene

She's the colour of a magazine

And she's in fashion

She's in fashion

 

She's employed where the sun don't set

And she's the shape of a cigarette

And she's the shake of a tambourine

And she's the colour of a magazine

And she's in fashion

And she's in fashion

 

Oh and if she tells you 2 is 1

Then 2 is 1 my love,

Oh and if she tells you, you should know,

Then you should know my love,

 

She is strung out on a TV dream

And she's the taste of gasoline

And she's as similar as you can get

To the shape of a cigarette

And she's in fashion

And she's in fashion

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Sam Cooke - Cool Train Lyrics

Sam Cooke - Cool Train Video

Train with the lonely whistle

Goin' down the track

Train with the lonely whistle

Goin' down the track

Come on and bring your precious cargo

Bring my baby back

 

Train, you're huffin' and a blowin'

Because you work too fast

Listen to me train, you're huffin' a blowin'

Because you work too fast

Don't you know that you've got to take it easy

If you wanna last?

 

Listen to me train, take it nice and easy

When you go 'round them curves

Do that for me

Take it nice and easy

When you go 'round the curves

Now, don't shake up my baby

And don't upset her nerves

 

Train, gotta blow your whistle

Blow it loud and strong

Train, gotta blow your whistle

Blow it loud and strong

'Cuz I want the world to know that

Baby's comin' home

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Rod Stewart - Leave Virginia Alone Lyrics

Rod Stewart - Leave Virginia Alone Video

Well I chased her down the alley

And over the hill to steal her will

She was as hot as Georgia asphalt

When the A crowd came to adore her brain

 

So leave Virginia alone

Leave Virginia alone

She's not like you and me

She's not like you and me

 

You should've seen her back in the city

Poetry and jewels, broke all the rules

She was as high as a Georgia pine tree

Makeup and pills, overdue bills

 

So leave Virginia alone

Leave Virginia alone

She's not like you and me

She's not like you and me

 

Some sunny day when the hands of time

Have had their way

You'll understand why it was so hard to run away

 

She's a loser she's a forgiver

But she still finds good where no one could

You ought to want her more than money

Cadillacs and rust diamonds and dust

 

So leave Virginia alone

Leave Virginia alone

She's not like you and me

She's not like you and me

 

So leave Virginia alone

Leave Virginia alone

She's not like you and me

She's not like you and me

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Rick Ross - Here I Am Lyrics

Rick Ross - Here I Am Video

Intro: Rick Ro$$

Ricky Ro$$.

It's somethin' special right here.

Excuse the marijuana, just tryin' to join myself.

We got some gangsta's in the house too. Come on!

 

Chorus: Avery Storm

I got a bunch of dollars

I can spend them on her

'Cause she can be my lady

She can be my lover

Call me on the late night

Get right he ain't actin' right

Every super woman needs a super man

Here I Am.

 

Verse 1: Rick Ro$$

Sight seein' we might be in the codra port or that new white BM

Home from FAMU with a gorgeous face

Next semester she transfer to Florida state

Cookin' like home-etch for financial aid.

I highly doubt she has problems with financial aid.

Remember mean time my finance is straight

I even open up the doors to the panantial states, Boss

She used to fight with her moms

'Til I sat 'em both down

Now she's tight with her moms (what?)

Yeah I put the ice on her arm

Now she know she gettin' sliced

Spending nights in Milan (yeah)

We still blow... together

Cheated on her but we still gon' be together

With the house on the water hit the beach whenever

She's from the north & still can't believe there whether Boss.

 

Chorus: Avery Storm

I got a bunch of dollars

I can spend them on her

'Cause she can be my lady

She can be my lover

Call me on the late night

Get right he ain't actin' right

Every super woman needs a super man

Here I Am.

 

Verse 2: Nelly

Here I Am & here I go

Why you lookin' for that other when you got the best?

The previous was a test for you

Now you in the big leagues.

A black Sine brother who wouldn't wanna play for me?

Your last man was a chump

& you can tell him I said it

He was talkin' alot at first

But you can see that dead it

You can see I ain't sweat it

Hell I'll even call him myself

& tell him I dead it

Naw Please don't confuse me miss

I'm tryin' to see if I could put you on my Christmas list

I hope you ain't offended by this

But I think your ass fine as shit

& That's straight up real talk, all bullshit

Aside she replied

I Like To Do The Wild Thing

Action took place at my place

Now my place is her place.

 

Chorus: Avery Storm

I got a bunch of dollars

I can spend them on her

'Cause she can be my lady

She can be my lover

Call me on the late night

Get right he ain't actin' right

Every super woman needs a super man

Here I Am.

 

Verse 3: Rick Ro$$

Mo' better mo' cheddar not the man off your clothes last sweater (what)

Hoe getter gorilla fuck chuffers

I went & got mo' killers boss

I rock with Niggas like Fabolous

'Cause He tell the truth baby like Fabolous

But you make it look glamorous

Here's spaghetti strapped heals not for amateurs

Risk quite rocky, talk like foxy, job like roxy

Spark that broccoli walk quite aky

Let me sexy I will save you if you let me.

Fly with me, get high as me

Alot of alphabets girl I'm a G

Time will tell, Rolex watches

We show stoppers, hoes just watchin'.

 

Chorus: Avery Storm

I got a bunch of dollars

I can spend them on her

'Cause she can be my lady

She can be my lover

Call me on the late night

Get right he ain't actin' right

Every super woman needs a super man

Here I Am.

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Randy Travis - Reasons I Cheat Lyrics

Randy Travis - Reasons I Cheat Video

A working day too long, when everything goes wrong

And a boss who don't know I'm alive

I once had a notion I'd get that promotion

But now I barely survive

 

A wife too demanding, with no understanding

Of why I stay dead on my feet

Adinly lit tavern, a willing youg woman

Are some of the reasons I cheat

 

My children keep growin'

My age keeps on showin'

Like all of my old friends I meet

So I'm gettig older

Ny life's growing colder

Just some of the reasons I cheat

 

The hair that i'm losing and a woman who's choosing

To lay sound asleep by my side

The bills they are mounting, that's when I start counting

On smoeone to help soothe my pride

A lady that knows me, affection she shows me

And a smile so easy and sweet

The dreams that I've buried, the load that I carry

Are some of the reasons I cheat

 

My children keep growin'

My age keeps on showin'

Like all of my old friends I meet

So I'm gettig older

Ny life's growing colder

Just some of the reasons I cheat

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R. Kelly - We Ride Lyrics

R. Kelly - We Ride Video

Intro

Uh, huh, I remember when I back in the days when I ain't got shit

But now that I got shit, niggas wanna keep up shit

But it's all good watch me do this shit

 

Cam'Ron

Yo yo yo yo ay yo from my town to Chitown

R. Kelly got some thugs to make you lock down

Voice cry hot sounds tied down cop twisters

Shop lifters with Benini schemes

Smoke greenie green candyman up in cabrini green

Some cats I know like to splurge on they wrists

But my man karate man cut the nerves out his fist

But yo put your hands up y'all it's love in here

It ain't shit but a thug affair

I'm at the bar spendin' thug money

Hustle much huh, they say I love money carats like Bugs Bunny

So let's slide you got the right thong

Ju don know I'm all night long

The DJ playing all the right songs

To the BM, rims are muy bien

It's R. Kelly killer camp

Girl can you dig now

Next time you see him yo he lay Mr. Big style

 

Chorus R. Kelly

To all my players and my thugs, to the all the honeys in the club

To all the hoods that show me love, we ride, we ride

To all my ballers rocking ice, getting a room for the night

Taking first class flights, we ride, we ride

 

Noreaga

I used to be in Chitown and collect panties

When I'm in cabrini green you know I hit Sammy's

Thugged out yo my people giving eye jammies

Now them shorites say I'm cute when they can't stand me

R. Kelly yo I'm right from the belly you know the soul

Everything that we spit on is platinum gold

But now it's on the love all the players and the thugs

Yo it's a party going on meet me right at the club

We got some chickens in the living room getting it on

And they ain't leaving til six in the morning

Thugged out some people gettin' head while we on and

Tear the club up every time we performin'

Gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place

Because this shorty right here lookin' good in my face

Ay yo it's so deep I told shorty just last week

Uh huh, it's like you remind me of my jeep

 

Chorus

 

Vegas Cats

Only ballers be allowed up in here

Moneymakers got my thug niggas watchin' my rear for player haters

18 and I'm livin' the dream go figure

How a nigga that's younger than you ice bigger

Don't sweat that stick the rap nigga try that

Call my nigga R. Kell if you need a hit black

And when you get make it known baby who did it

It'll make your fans hit the stores and go get it

Now here come a bitter sweet note for the fellers

Left out the club with her friend now she jealous

Mad 'Cause she chan't ride on the LS

Yeah she kinda mad but a baller could care less

While you sleep sleep sleep

I'm inna Benz going beep beep beep

Got your girl sayin' yo who he

So let's ride to Rockland's party

 

Jay-Z

Ghetto prone federal Jay-Z shake the dice let 'em go

Better know I tear down every show better known cheddar prone

Like the chrome big Rolls say it y'all all I need is four bars

I'm hotter than a lotta men switch up cars like Rodman's hair color

And hit your broad I'm borderline too much for the mortal mind

Every time you order me wine finder's mortify now pop that cork then pour the wine

Represent New York to Chitown like what floss mine like of course mine what

Never cross my family can we all get along hell naw I'm tryin' to tell y'all

Here it is that rule that biz got your baby daddy but Jay-Z true that is

Better school that kid on whose shoes that is or who I be nigga V-I-P jigga

 

Chorus

 

Outro R. Kelly

Let's get together and make this loot

All I wanna do is make the loot

Come on players, come on players

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