"Every Little Girl's Dream"
I remember when I was a little girl
Growin' up livin' in my own little world
So it seemed
I had my dolls and dreams
Mama was always there to comfort me
And her love
Wasn't nothin' quite like it
In the world that I knew of
Before I knew it, I was standing in my teens
Sweet little boy with his strong young arm holdin' me
I remember the first time I felt his kiss
Oh, it like to drove me crazy
And I remember sayin' I never felt nothin' like this
So I went and asked mama
Can you tell me what it means
And she said, you're in love
And that's every little girls dream
Baby, what you've found
Is every little girls dream
So I said, mama does love ever last
She says, where by now let the future come to pass
Just understand and enjoy what you've found
And listen to it just as long as your heart is sound
And love, there ain't nothin' quite like it
In the world anybody knows of
There are worlds all through my teens
Same little boy with his strong young arm lovin' me
I remember the first time I felt his kiss
Oh, it like to drove me crazy
And I remember sayin' I never felt nothin' like this
I remember sayin' to mama
I know just what you mean
I'm in love, and that's every little girl's dream
Woah, what I found
Is every little girl's dream
And I found mine, and mama says, me too baby
Once upon a time
It lifts you up, but it lets you down
There'll be another dream to bring it back around
There's something about the first time
That keeps you rememberin'
When you've found every little girl's dream
Every little girl's dream
I found
Every little girl's dream
(I remember the first time I felt his kiss)
Every little girl's dream
(I remember sayin' I never felt nothin' like this)
Every little girl's dream
(I found someone and I fell in love)
Every little girl's dream
(I remember sayin' I never felt nothin' like this)
JON BON JOVI LYRICS - Blood Money
"Blood Money"
Hey Patty Garrett that's what I used to call you
They tell me you want me but I hear they've got you
They made you a lawman with a badge made of silver
They paid you some money to sell them my blood
But you say, this ain't about me and this ain't about you
Or the good and the bad times we've both been through
When the lines between brothers and justice have changed
You do what you've gotta cause you can't walk away
Wonder what would of have happened if you were the killer and I was the hero
Would things be the same?
Or would I have traded your life for my own life?
Would I have paid your debts in your place?
I don't know
But this ain't about me and this ain't about you
Or the good and the bad times we've both been through
When the lines between brothers and justice have changed
You do what you've gotta cause you can't walk away
Blood money, that's what I call it
'Cause money for blood ain't no fair exchange
Blood money
Bought and then sold you
But your conscience is all you can take to your grave
Hey Patty Garrett that's what I used to call you
They tell me you want me but I hear they've got you
They made you a lawman with a badge made of silver
They paid you some money to sell them my blood
But you say, this ain't about me and this ain't about you
Or the good and the bad times we've both been through
When the lines between brothers and justice have changed
You do what you've gotta cause you can't walk away
Wonder what would of have happened if you were the killer and I was the hero
Would things be the same?
Or would I have traded your life for my own life?
Would I have paid your debts in your place?
I don't know
But this ain't about me and this ain't about you
Or the good and the bad times we've both been through
When the lines between brothers and justice have changed
You do what you've gotta cause you can't walk away
Blood money, that's what I call it
'Cause money for blood ain't no fair exchange
Blood money
Bought and then sold you
But your conscience is all you can take to your grave
WILL SMITH LYRICS - I Loved You
"I Loved You"
I thought you was the one hon yeah
When I met you at the freaknin'
Whoever thought you'd be the type to greet and keep secrets
My friends said don't sleep but I did so now I'm reapin'
Desease that I sold I can't beleive you so deceivin'
Sneakin' out on the weekends with Michelle
One of your freak friends from the east end she bad as hell
Half black and Indonesian the one that tought you treason
Cupid shoot me on my heart but damn why'd you leave it bleedin'
I gave you no reason to lie
But you choose to live untrue
Knowing how I feel inside
There's no telling what I might do
Cause I gave you
[Chorus:]
All my mind
All my soul
From the very start
I gave you full control and you broke my heart
I tried to show you a better way of life
But I see that must be what you like
I loved you more than anything
I tried to build the future turn a house into a home
I wanted us to be one flesh and one bone
It's so hard to keep my sanity
Now I can do is sit back and reminisce
Look at the pictures in the frames yo
Why you playin' games yo
As I think back to the begining we was together
We both loved sports long walks and autumn weather
Both wanted kids and a family a strong personality
I liked the way you handled me
Candles be lit mood set food set you ready yet
That's what you said while you was massagin' my??
Now look here I could never leave you lonely
Cause the love you showed me had me feeling like you already had known me
'member when you used to blindfold me till I don't see
Use your mind that's what you told me
Kissin' me slowly
Never was the loud type always on the low key
Pretty style but rugged
Damn I brother I loved the
The birds of a feather 'sposed to fly together
Guess that don't apply to birds of your kind
Cuase you only wanted what you wanted like a poacher
Came to steal my heart and leave me to die
(I ain't going out like that though)
[Chorus]
I thought you was the one hon yeah
When I met you at the freaknin'
Whoever thought you'd be the type to greet and keep secrets
My friends said don't sleep but I did so now I'm reapin'
Desease that I sold I can't beleive you so deceivin'
Sneakin' out on the weekends with Michelle
One of your freak friends from the east end she bad as hell
Half black and Indonesian the one that tought you treason
Cupid shoot me on my heart but damn why'd you leave it bleedin'
I gave you no reason to lie
But you choose to live untrue
Knowing how I feel inside
There's no telling what I might do
Cause I gave you
[Chorus:]
All my mind
All my soul
From the very start
I gave you full control and you broke my heart
I tried to show you a better way of life
But I see that must be what you like
I loved you more than anything
I tried to build the future turn a house into a home
I wanted us to be one flesh and one bone
It's so hard to keep my sanity
Now I can do is sit back and reminisce
Look at the pictures in the frames yo
Why you playin' games yo
As I think back to the begining we was together
We both loved sports long walks and autumn weather
Both wanted kids and a family a strong personality
I liked the way you handled me
Candles be lit mood set food set you ready yet
That's what you said while you was massagin' my??
Now look here I could never leave you lonely
Cause the love you showed me had me feeling like you already had known me
'member when you used to blindfold me till I don't see
Use your mind that's what you told me
Kissin' me slowly
Never was the loud type always on the low key
Pretty style but rugged
Damn I brother I loved the
The birds of a feather 'sposed to fly together
Guess that don't apply to birds of your kind
Cuase you only wanted what you wanted like a poacher
Came to steal my heart and leave me to die
(I ain't going out like that though)
[Chorus]
EMIGRATE LYRICS - Babe
"Babe"
You're so pure, so sure again
Whatever you do, we will laugh again
I'm like you, a fool again
Whenever I fell, I got up again
Babe you don't have to be afraid in my eyes
Babe, don't be ashamed
Find your way and lose again
Wherever you are you can choose again
Your heart will break, and heal again
And one day will come when you believe again
Babe, you don't have to be afraid in my eyes
Babe, don't be ashamed
Babe, you don't have to be afraid in my eyes
Babe, I'm so glad that you stayed
Babe, you don't have to be afraid in my eyes
Babe, don't be ashamed
Babe, you don't have to be afraid in my eyes
And I'm so glad that you stayed
You're so pure, so sure again
Whatever you do, we will laugh again
I'm like you, a fool again
Whenever I fell, I got up again
Babe you don't have to be afraid in my eyes
Babe, don't be ashamed
Find your way and lose again
Wherever you are you can choose again
Your heart will break, and heal again
And one day will come when you believe again
Babe, you don't have to be afraid in my eyes
Babe, don't be ashamed
Babe, you don't have to be afraid in my eyes
Babe, I'm so glad that you stayed
Babe, you don't have to be afraid in my eyes
Babe, don't be ashamed
Babe, you don't have to be afraid in my eyes
And I'm so glad that you stayed
COOLIO LYRICS - U Know Hoo!
"U Know Hoo!"
(feat. WC)
[WC]
aiyo Coolio, what's up with all these fools always poppin' off at the
lip
talkin' about the last sucka to fuck up, and stuff like that, loc,
what's up?
[Coolio]
yeah, don't beleive everything you read, fool
[WC]
nah, they know what time it is
but, you know, for those who don't know
I think it's time that we step to the mic and set the record straight
aiyo, G
we're gon' do it like this
why don't you tell 'em who you're down with loc
[Coolio]
right
all you niggas run and tell a friend, um
bad mutha fuckas is bad again
MAAD Circle's in the house for the ninety fo' and
if I tell I got a fo'ty four and
I shoot they ass up like rifleman
'cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan
them punk mutha fuckas be hittin' me up
and I hit 'em right back 'cause I don't give a fuck
so throw your mutha fucking M in the sky
if the nigga next to you ain't down, bust him in the eye
if you leaped up your seat you met your doom
Big G could start a fight in an empty room
you fuck with me, you gotta fuck with crazy tunes
Wino, Billy Boy, P. S. and Spoon
I don't give a fuck about you or your crew
(I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)
[Chorus]
brothers of the mother MAAD Circle
I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who
[WC]
nigga clear the lane, get the kids off the street
it's the one nine nine fo' and *sniffing* I smell booty
stank ass skag mutha fucka wanna basket
getting paid by you niggas from the nigga Dub' C
the quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, bust it
yo Coolio, what's up with these punk mutha fuckas
(I don't know)
don't they know, um
I gets busy like Illegal
flow like water
drop bomb shit like a seagull
a janky ass nigga known to sag
and like Old English, I'm setting mutha fuckas on they ass
diggin' graves for the braves, that's a trade when I flow
decapitating rappers and pissin' down they throats
cause I'm the, rusty mac pistol macking
and like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is (causing static)
and jabbin' stabbin' mutha fucka you don't want static
nineteen ninety fo' and you cowards all done had it
these ol' whack ass niggas getting popped for record deals
I'm broke 'cause it take no skills to pay the bills
but that's alright because I gotta kill a crew
(I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)
[Chorus]
[Coolio]
another day, another dollar, I'll be there when ya holla
it's the skanded ass, sticky face, alleway scholar
I dip two sticks off a ten dollar, fold it
turn it to the hook and kick in the door
may all the traytons be forgot
but if you're steppin' to the Circle we'll connect your dots
I, always feel like somebody's watchin' me
and, even though you're watchin, you can't stop a G
cause I been where you're goin' and I know what you see
you might build a rep, but not on the C, double O to the L to the I to the O
with the mutha fucking god damn flow
so, fuck it, fuck it, fo' niggas in a bucket
wit an old ass janky thirty eight causing ruckus
yo be a fool tryin' to step to the crew
(I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)
[Chorus]
[Coolio]
un huh
all you punk ass mutha fuckas
the real steel is in the heel for year feel
brand new, we're nowhere a year ago, yeah
we're not cooking ya crew, beeyotch
(feat. WC)
[WC]
aiyo Coolio, what's up with all these fools always poppin' off at the
lip
talkin' about the last sucka to fuck up, and stuff like that, loc,
what's up?
[Coolio]
yeah, don't beleive everything you read, fool
[WC]
nah, they know what time it is
but, you know, for those who don't know
I think it's time that we step to the mic and set the record straight
aiyo, G
we're gon' do it like this
why don't you tell 'em who you're down with loc
[Coolio]
right
all you niggas run and tell a friend, um
bad mutha fuckas is bad again
MAAD Circle's in the house for the ninety fo' and
if I tell I got a fo'ty four and
I shoot they ass up like rifleman
'cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan
them punk mutha fuckas be hittin' me up
and I hit 'em right back 'cause I don't give a fuck
so throw your mutha fucking M in the sky
if the nigga next to you ain't down, bust him in the eye
if you leaped up your seat you met your doom
Big G could start a fight in an empty room
you fuck with me, you gotta fuck with crazy tunes
Wino, Billy Boy, P. S. and Spoon
I don't give a fuck about you or your crew
(I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)
[Chorus]
brothers of the mother MAAD Circle
I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who
[WC]
nigga clear the lane, get the kids off the street
it's the one nine nine fo' and *sniffing* I smell booty
stank ass skag mutha fucka wanna basket
getting paid by you niggas from the nigga Dub' C
the quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, bust it
yo Coolio, what's up with these punk mutha fuckas
(I don't know)
don't they know, um
I gets busy like Illegal
flow like water
drop bomb shit like a seagull
a janky ass nigga known to sag
and like Old English, I'm setting mutha fuckas on they ass
diggin' graves for the braves, that's a trade when I flow
decapitating rappers and pissin' down they throats
cause I'm the, rusty mac pistol macking
and like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is (causing static)
and jabbin' stabbin' mutha fucka you don't want static
nineteen ninety fo' and you cowards all done had it
these ol' whack ass niggas getting popped for record deals
I'm broke 'cause it take no skills to pay the bills
but that's alright because I gotta kill a crew
(I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)
[Chorus]
[Coolio]
another day, another dollar, I'll be there when ya holla
it's the skanded ass, sticky face, alleway scholar
I dip two sticks off a ten dollar, fold it
turn it to the hook and kick in the door
may all the traytons be forgot
but if you're steppin' to the Circle we'll connect your dots
I, always feel like somebody's watchin' me
and, even though you're watchin, you can't stop a G
cause I been where you're goin' and I know what you see
you might build a rep, but not on the C, double O to the L to the I to the O
with the mutha fucking god damn flow
so, fuck it, fuck it, fo' niggas in a bucket
wit an old ass janky thirty eight causing ruckus
yo be a fool tryin' to step to the crew
(I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)
[Chorus]
[Coolio]
un huh
all you punk ass mutha fuckas
the real steel is in the heel for year feel
brand new, we're nowhere a year ago, yeah
we're not cooking ya crew, beeyotch
EISLEY LYRICS - Away We Go (Garage Band Demo)
"Away We Go (Garage Band Demo)"
we will sing loud
bellowing out
as we strike towards the sound
and we'll hold hands just like children
on our path through the woods
sneak soundly
there's bound to be
a witch hiding somewhere
so we'll bring matches
if she snatches
i will rescue you
we saw the path before our eyes
we were taken by surprise
when she swept down upon you and i, love
so just listen for my voice
and we'll finally rejoice
when i've found you and smite evil.
whisper my name
in the darkness
that surrounds this
cottage of black bark
and foul smells
im waiting for you
come quickly
i feel my red heart
will cease beating
your footsteps
on dry leaves
tender kiss
will save me
sing loud
bellowing out
as we crush up
through the trees
i have saved you
you have saved me
and away away we go
we will sing loud
bellowing out
as we strike towards the sound
and we'll hold hands just like children
on our path through the woods
sneak soundly
there's bound to be
a witch hiding somewhere
so we'll bring matches
if she snatches
i will rescue you
we saw the path before our eyes
we were taken by surprise
when she swept down upon you and i, love
so just listen for my voice
and we'll finally rejoice
when i've found you and smite evil.
whisper my name
in the darkness
that surrounds this
cottage of black bark
and foul smells
im waiting for you
come quickly
i feel my red heart
will cease beating
your footsteps
on dry leaves
tender kiss
will save me
sing loud
bellowing out
as we crush up
through the trees
i have saved you
you have saved me
and away away we go
ROYCE DA 5'9" LYRICS - It's The New
"It's The New"
Team invasion
[Verse 1:]
This ain't 'Ye it's more like Aids
This ain't James it's more like a trade
And you more like Wade
And I ain't playin'
I'm more like Cuban
Not the cigar, Mark, introduce him
"It's the new" - [Beastie Boys]
"Best rapper alive" - [Jay-Z x4]
Naw
This ain't Wayne
It's more like Pain
And I ain't talkin' bout with T dash in front
I'm more like needin' rehab for months
Hock and spew lyrics on Dr. Drew's spirit
Until he has the mumps
Drunk
That's if I can put it in one word
My niggas that ain't with all the drinkin', they want herb
So even though the car plush
The ashtray full of dark butts
Like we rollin' up lookin' for Yung Berg
Top off
Bitch in the front
Domin' me up
Till my rocks off
Either that or she gonna get lock jaw
Stop naw
If she come up for air
I cut her off like Jesse Jackson with a hand on Barack's balls
Awe
Nigga it's me
Jumper movie in the flesh straight from It-aly
Five series, six series Benz's
Fuck them little C's
I'm on some ole Maino shit
Throw everything at you but the kitchen sink till I plug you
It's goin' down
I'm on some ole Draino shit
I'm the Rich Po, not so
The flow spells gospel
Book you for a show and turn your hotel to hostel/hostile
(It's an invasion)
This ain't Luda, it's more like shoota
Better yet, (Shot Ya)
Pac or Big Poppa?
[Chorus:]
"It's the new"
"Best rapper alive" [x4]
[Verse 2:]
This ain't Jay
It's more like sprayed
The kind that confuse kindness with polite play
My bitch got two midgets in the bra
And a nose like a vacuum
She chillin' the Snow White way
Fuck Forbes
Fuck Money till they put some black heads them motherfuckers
Like they come from pores
Hip hop is alive
My nigga come for yours
I got the hood open, attached to jumper cords
Alone in the mirror
Rub a dub dub
I ain't the game
Even though I don't belong in this era
I'm tryin' to take shit past Nas, Jay, Shady & Dre shit
Shout out to the Doc
I'm tryin' to find patience/patients
Lookin' like I'm pacin'
Like hello, say hello to me
I elbowed my way into niggas conversations
I don't write rhymes
I commit death threats
This my new name if you ain't guessed yet!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Yeah, this ain't Fif
It's more like a gift
A bottle of Cris
On side of a sip or a quality lick
I'm the shit
You try to be sick
I be ridin' with silenced machine guns
While you be tryin' to be Tip
I'm still hood
I move minus the bus pass
Out with the poverty in with the new deluxe pad
This black nina
Told me I'm a black leader
That's why I be preachin' like David Banner
Minus the mustache
But I ain't runnin' from nothin'
As long as rappers is runnin'
They receive death from a sentence like capitol punishment
The flows is mean
I make a nigga lean
Like putting the word "meth"
Up in between the words "pro" and "azine"
Your bitch sprung right after my dick go fish
I leave her numb like a tongue after a coke kiss
I'm focused
I spit madness
You niggas is borin'
You at a level orange with your bitch-ass-ness
Plots is thickenin'
And I care about rappers
Bout as much as I care to see Terrance and Rocski bickerin'
Watch is sickenin'
Glocks is specifically hot
I'm trippin'
Is you with me or not?
[Chorus]
Team invasion
[Verse 1:]
This ain't 'Ye it's more like Aids
This ain't James it's more like a trade
And you more like Wade
And I ain't playin'
I'm more like Cuban
Not the cigar, Mark, introduce him
"It's the new" - [Beastie Boys]
"Best rapper alive" - [Jay-Z x4]
Naw
This ain't Wayne
It's more like Pain
And I ain't talkin' bout with T dash in front
I'm more like needin' rehab for months
Hock and spew lyrics on Dr. Drew's spirit
Until he has the mumps
Drunk
That's if I can put it in one word
My niggas that ain't with all the drinkin', they want herb
So even though the car plush
The ashtray full of dark butts
Like we rollin' up lookin' for Yung Berg
Top off
Bitch in the front
Domin' me up
Till my rocks off
Either that or she gonna get lock jaw
Stop naw
If she come up for air
I cut her off like Jesse Jackson with a hand on Barack's balls
Awe
Nigga it's me
Jumper movie in the flesh straight from It-aly
Five series, six series Benz's
Fuck them little C's
I'm on some ole Maino shit
Throw everything at you but the kitchen sink till I plug you
It's goin' down
I'm on some ole Draino shit
I'm the Rich Po, not so
The flow spells gospel
Book you for a show and turn your hotel to hostel/hostile
(It's an invasion)
This ain't Luda, it's more like shoota
Better yet, (Shot Ya)
Pac or Big Poppa?
[Chorus:]
"It's the new"
"Best rapper alive" [x4]
[Verse 2:]
This ain't Jay
It's more like sprayed
The kind that confuse kindness with polite play
My bitch got two midgets in the bra
And a nose like a vacuum
She chillin' the Snow White way
Fuck Forbes
Fuck Money till they put some black heads them motherfuckers
Like they come from pores
Hip hop is alive
My nigga come for yours
I got the hood open, attached to jumper cords
Alone in the mirror
Rub a dub dub
I ain't the game
Even though I don't belong in this era
I'm tryin' to take shit past Nas, Jay, Shady & Dre shit
Shout out to the Doc
I'm tryin' to find patience/patients
Lookin' like I'm pacin'
Like hello, say hello to me
I elbowed my way into niggas conversations
I don't write rhymes
I commit death threats
This my new name if you ain't guessed yet!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Yeah, this ain't Fif
It's more like a gift
A bottle of Cris
On side of a sip or a quality lick
I'm the shit
You try to be sick
I be ridin' with silenced machine guns
While you be tryin' to be Tip
I'm still hood
I move minus the bus pass
Out with the poverty in with the new deluxe pad
This black nina
Told me I'm a black leader
That's why I be preachin' like David Banner
Minus the mustache
But I ain't runnin' from nothin'
As long as rappers is runnin'
They receive death from a sentence like capitol punishment
The flows is mean
I make a nigga lean
Like putting the word "meth"
Up in between the words "pro" and "azine"
Your bitch sprung right after my dick go fish
I leave her numb like a tongue after a coke kiss
I'm focused
I spit madness
You niggas is borin'
You at a level orange with your bitch-ass-ness
Plots is thickenin'
And I care about rappers
Bout as much as I care to see Terrance and Rocski bickerin'
Watch is sickenin'
Glocks is specifically hot
I'm trippin'
Is you with me or not?
[Chorus]
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