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having bad times And I am paying dues Got shoes and money And good friends too Always play to win But always seem to lose That's why I think I got A rich kid's blues That's why I think I got a rich kid's blues And I know what's going on And I know, but I'll
s a rich kid She wears diamond rings Knows how to walk Knows everything About love, she's not too sure What she's looking for Fresh from the woods Out on the street She's looking good Looking so neat She don't know if she should 'cause she do
having bad times And I've been paying dues Got shoes and money And good friends too Always play to win But always seem to lose That's why I think I got A rich kid's blues That's why I think I got a rich kid's blues And I know what is going on And I
Kid Rock:] Engine, engine number 9 On that Mason-Dixon line Chasing whiskey, sipping shine Gripping nickel plated nines So you get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine [Yela
t you f***ing see, There are so many things to change, What we need is unity, So we can break our f***ing chains. Put away our differences, To fight the common enemy, Put away our differences, Throw away our stupidity. Overcome your stubbor
Verse 1: Lil Rob] Mi vida loca, sitting low in my troka My 4-9 bomba, getting bombed off the mota Or what you call it, "reifo, " estoy prendido Locked up in my own prison, man, I been torsido Might be a flaco, but I pack a putaso That's on my nickname, Lil Rob,
Old Rich Kid Bashing Day Good Old Rich Kid Bashing Day Good Old Rich Kid Bashing Day Good Old Rich Kid Bashing
Kids La la la (rich kids), La la la. Yo, turn that shit up. I coulda went to college like rich kids do, But we work for money that your mom sent you, But I don't give a damn about no higher degree, Cause you know in rock and roll, I got a PhD, bitch. (T
ahead start causing trouble Get outta my way get outta my way... Don't want your lies and I don't want your ? I don't see any fun In getting f***ed up around this place I played as much as you Get outta my way get outta my way Rich kid rich kid get outta my hair G
tell you something I think that you should know There ain’t much that I care for, but even so The guys around me, they astound me, to make things very clear Some of those who stand in line have no fear I’m talking about rich kids Guys too much for you They got s
song of the south Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind There ain't nobody looking back again Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch We all picked the cotton but we never got rich Daddy was a veteran, a southern democrat They oughta get
we get to the end of this song Then it will begin again So you said in our bed I was watching light slip through blinds to find your skin "So take your medicine and I won't ask where you've been Live your lost weekend, I know you've wanted it
goes out to the rich and poor I stand as a broken man Before we shake I shoulda let you know My hand, it's a dirty hand The place I live ain't called "Easy Street" Our house is a weakened sheet So this goes out to my strugglin' peeps I have a dream we get o
Intro - Chamillionaire] Um, that boy throwed (that boy throwed) Man that boy throwed, boy throwed Hmm, that boy throwed, boy throwed, man [Chamillionaire talking over Intro] I'm talkin 'bout that Chamillitary boy be puttin it down Grammys, ringtones, whatever [Chorus - Chamilli
know this song is only for you but I will have to get through this very sticky time this song is only think I can do to get out from you with you I don´t feel fine You are permanentely talking shit and you´re boring a bit and I can´t deal wi
street of the West Side I see a big sign that says New York What New York got to offer? Big cars, big money, I’m all for, What big city boy, you know that comes short! Small stage tall order, uptown, it never be the same, of the days of Rich Portal, Queens [?], Supreme Bei
quit it, get with it Kid quit it, get with it You're getting on my nerves Is that what I deserve I know I can't play guitar So kill me quickly And I'll be glad I'm gone You wouldn't be so cool If your friends ran off without you And left you with your pants down You're
Swizz Beats:] Ladies and Gentlemen Swizz, swizz, swizz Hey ho, hey ho, hey ho, hey ho OK [Chorus:] How you doin ma, dis ya song ma, yeah come on ma, dis ya song ma, we can get it on ma, dis ya song ma, dis ya song ma, dis ya song [Cassidy Verse 1:]
in heavy I´m in deep I look cool but inside I weep I´m older but sure ain´t as wise As I pretend to it´s mostly all lies I´m a liar I´m a cheat Sore loser can´t stand defeat I say I´m right but I know I´m wrong Just want my music when you´re playing your songs I kno
alone Get alone Get alone Get alone Get alone Get alone Get alone Get alone Get alone Get alone Man it’s a shame. It’s a stumbling block and it seems I’ve found the order to this sour addiction. I’ve grown accustom to it showering me. Switc
we go now baby! Get on your knees baby and pray, pray, pray for your love get on your knees baby and pray, pray, pray for your love. You´ve been too long away from home and i´ve been crying you,ve done me wrong so hear my song if you want to save your love For
Lil Wayne talking] Drought 3 Hear My Chains Haha That Mean I'm Ballin Bitch If Ya Didn't Know If You Wasn't Informed Or Somethin Like That This Is Da Drought 3 And Um, Check This Out Yeah Imagine Waking Up Out Ya Sleep To Them Pistols Blastin And If The Witness
hurts when you have to press that dull little thing That you're only supposed to use once and then discard Where do you put it? In the garbage can, my honest friend My shyness, pet her flow She's only been five months late, even though we haven't had sex for a week A meal a
hurts when you have to press that dull little thing That you're only supposed to use once and then discard Where do you put it? In the garbage can, my honest friend My shyness, pet her flow She's only been five months late, even though we haven't had
my way to past a man's hollow Even though it was too soon And all the kings men say there's no tomorrow so I follow the sorrow song of the moon Scriptures singin' man I can't seem to find my way back home It's been a hundred years I've no idea which direction to go This is my so
clouds along the blue horizon The sun is setting and the wind is dying down Outward bound, there is music all around Can you hear it, it's the song of the sea Soundings taken at the edge of darkness The widest silences the heart can ever hear You can steer to the stars
has more spirit than a bottle of vodka Many tried but no-one could stop her Panda eyes there from the start Big boots but a bigger heart So this is a song for Cathy Cathy was a friend of ours This is a song for Cathy A tragic end she didn't deser
my time is up I know you're gonna burn me Your judgment's coiled just Like a snake around my neck Oh my time is up I know you're gonna hang me And the noose is pulled so tight that it's hard for me to breathe Sing me this song of death Sing me
you want a song So you want a song A song just for you There are many melodies to choose from but there’s only one of you So I’m gonna fly in the sky so high in the wind And I’m gonna try really really try so hard not to give in And find the song of you So I’m gonna run a
us a song of the century that's louder than bombs and eternity the era of static and contraband that's leading us to the promised land tell us a story that's by candlelight waging a war and losing the fight they're playing the song of the cent
..Ice desert. Just the light of pre-dawn star from the abyss of the soul Tears the wounds with burning anger, clouding the memory with darkness. The look of blind eyes sees the eternity, Bloody battles, whirlwinds of universe, Ice cut space of thought I hear the song of the
on a scorched horizon Like a wall we stand Arizona roarin', risin' From the scalded sand The cries of a dead world Callin' out in pain Red skies on the desert Are the blood in a ranger's veins Static on a distant signal Gonna fade to wind Iron in my blistered finger
hear the evil calling of the spirits of the dark And see the beauty and the power of the devils mark The night always calls my name Gaze into my eyes and see the shadows of the flames Of hells fire Torture and pain I desire Let the flames reach higher And lick the real
off the fence Free fall on one side To meet the end A waffle effects pride Get off the fence You typed out the email Now just push send And deal with decision made It's consequence So handle it right or wrong Get off the fence And let go of
from the hip kid, ya You've taken up in luck with Love starved imitations Hangin' out with crazies! Feedin' you a sweet talk Sweet talk for a soft touch You poor little rich kid Yeah, straight from the hip kid Ya can't afford to lip it Broken o
musics about Letting out what You want to get out Just let it flow Speaking grip rip rock Deeper than hip hop The music is within Like the way that they grimlock Compassion is a lost road No one's traveling down All we care about is gathering crowds
Stoopid rich) I got dough, I got steeze I got f***ing champagne, I got weed Big house on the hill in amongst the trees I got anything you want, anything you need Cause I'm a mother f***ing baller, I'm a lord Got a little baby daughter so I go ha
Intro] You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat [Verse 1: Rich The Kid] Ooh, I pop a Perc' when I'm upset (what?) She sucked my dick right on Sunset (Sunset) I made a few millis, ain't done yet (milli') Addicted to the money, spent a hund
Intro] So I only know a handful R.I.P. to the C.E.O [Hook: Big Home Quan] Hey where were you when I was down bad Where were you when I was at my last Where were you when I ain't had no where to go Where were you when I was locked up no letters wrote And I don't know
mon Flow flow Here come the Lords Flow flow Here come the Lords Flow flow Here come the Lords Flow flow Here come the Lords Mc's with the mic cords I grab the microphone and rock, grab my doe and then I split I'm too quick with my lips come and jump up on the tip Okay
Girl-Gwen Stefani Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na ,na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, x2 Come together all over the world, From the hoods of Japan, Harajuka Girls, What, Its all love, What, Give it up, What (Shouldn't Matte
I was a Rich Girl See, I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl No man could test me, impress me, my cash flow would never ever end Cause I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl Think what that money could bring I'd bu
together all over the world, From the hoods of Japan, Harajuka Girls, What, Its all love, What, Give it up, What (Shouldn't Matter x4) What Come Together all over the world, Form the hoods of Japan, Harajuka girls, What, Its all love, What, Giv
mean what can I say, Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, And my hom-- and my homies all singin' to it, 3oh...3oh!3, I ain't callin' for a close-up, No clubs, no cars, bitches with the nose jobs, No dubs,
Bumpy Knuckles a.k.a. Freddie Foxxx] First and foremost... Flow easy, yo easy Yo, yo, for the hood (for the hood) Everybody flow easy, ha ha, so easy Yo, listen For the corrupt mob, John Cena, Trademarc, listen I embarrass MC's who touch the mic with me T
Sample:] And regardless to how much power you have When God sends prophets and messengers They don't care nothing about your power Because they come from THE power [Nas:] Rare nigga, I'm a wonder, your best success is my worst blunder Feds tapped
PAT WUDDUP.. you want my shoes? you want my shirt? you want my jewels too, n*gga? well you need to come getcha some', come, come getcha some (x4) FRESH, like I'm wrapped in plastic Polo, Louis to Gucci, like that's one fresh jacket They
and Clyde: I'll handle this, darling, I'm known to fire off some BAR's Cause if these lovers cross me, they're gonna end up seeing stars I mean, I'll let you go first, but damn sure I'm getting licks in On this hissy-fitting rich kid and this prepubescent
bitch (yo yo yo yo) Rich bitch (yo yo yo Yo-Landi) I'm a rich bitch (yo yo yo yo) A mothaf***in' rich bitch (yo yo yo Yo-Landi) I do my own thing when the phone rings Maybe I'll answer, maybe I'm busy (yo yo yo Yo-Landi) I want some next shit I got connection
little rich boy ain't got nothin' but lots and lots of money Poor little rich boy don't take nothin' but some sad poor boys honey Got to run all day with his fancy clothes and a big long limosine Poor little rich boy ain't got nothin' but everything. (Poor little rich boy
I used to wanna be the toughest kid on the block Till I found out the toughest kid always gets shot I used to wanna make a mill pushin that rock Till I found out the big timers always got caught I used to wanna be the OG tellin a tale Til I found out they only up de
a song, it was wrong from it's very first conception Seemed I struggled on every line It wasn't fast, wasn't pretty, wasn't serious or witty The song that didn't rhyme The band couldn't wing it, the singer couldn't sing it The drummer's always out of time The DJ's were offended,
feat. The Game, W.C.) [Ice Cube] If you try to get with me, pull a four and a fifty F*** your monkey ass up, like Bobby did Whitney Trigger fingers get itchy, when niggaz get bitchy And they need they story told on Jerry or Ricki Pull your green in your iff
Verse 1] I know that you think this song is for you I used to long for you and adore you My life was just fine way back before you Now when you reach out I just ignore you Cause this ain't a love song (Woah) This is "So long" You did me so w
need a bride, but the dolphins are runnin' A woman who'd cry, but the sea must provide. A child to unravel the snarled nets of lovin'; First things first when you get to the sea. A rich man eats when he wishes; a poor man whenever he can. I need
Rakim] Aiyyo.. what's goin on? The Mic Lebanon Teflon Don.. I'm back baby The year of the 9's and I'ma have to make these motherf***ers a offer they can't refuse Y'know? Ha, what's goin on? Yo c'mon, you know it's on I wrote a song, test my flow on the Auto
took it to ten Say they wanna read my mind They really wanna read my mind Telling you right now, all you'll find Is a lost soul, rich and blind They say they wanna read my mind Do you really wanna read my mind? I promise, all that you will find
kicked around so long You're starting to get used to how it feels The taste of blood that's in your mouth There's still somehow it always heals Don't know how you keep on getting up From all those ghostly blows And all that pain that lingers Deep down i
throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours You gettin money what'chu hatin on my niggaz for? Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours If that other
City Benzino [Chorus:] 23 inches on the ride when we get it on honey look I'm really ride we should get it on got my people on the side we should get it on let's chill tonight we gon get it on 23 inches on the ride when we get it honey look I'm really ride we should get it on
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