YOUNG JEEZY LYRICS - Talk To Em

"Talk To Em"



Like the person needs his soul “uh huh, jeah”

Fight the will “ay” to need his own “ay, ay, ay”

“Just talk to em for a minute, ay just talk to em for a minute”

Like the baby “ay” needs to cry “uh huh jeah”

if you go “ay" I swear “jeah” ill die “ay, ay, ay”



How the fuck im free out here and you locked in there

Your whole family acts like I ont care

They don’t know about the nights I just lay in my bed

I cant even sleep I just lay in my bed

Eyes full of tears and a heart full of pain

Take deep breathes everytime I hear your name

You was more than family you was like my brother

So when the shit went down its like I lost my brother “ay”

And I wish we could trade places

Swear to GOD dawg wish we could trade places

Livin a life of crime, but it wasn’t your life it was more like mine

I often think about the close calls we had

And I often think about the close brawls we had

And I love my nigga what you know bout that

And ill do anything to get golmouf back talk to em



Like the person needs his soul

Fight the will to need his own

“Make em understand, ay, please, make em understand“

Like the baby “please, look, ay”

needs to cry “make em understand, ay, ay, ay”

if you go I swear ill die

“make em understand, jeah, ay, talk to em ay, ay, ay”



Mel man you my heart I swear to god “swear to god”

Knew you was real man I saw it from the start “from the start”

Even when I was wrong my nigga had my back “yeah”

Even when I was right my nigga had my back “damn right”

We used to laugh wouldn’t shit funny “naw”

Late night at my grandma house counting money

I trust you with my life dawg if I was married id trust you with my wife dawg

Any given time a half a mill in your possession

You aint called in two days man I still wasn’t stressing “naw:

Cause when I talk my nigga listen “listened”

Switch shit you used to help me with them pigeons

“Earnest” Earnest T. wont talk to me dawg and it hurts “it hurts”

She treats a nigga like im the scum of the life “scum of the earth”

In your eyes I couldn’t do no wrong “naw” so to you I dedicate this song “talk to em”



Like the person “ay” needs his soul “ay”

Fight the will “talk to em for me my nigga” to need his own

“gotta feel me on this one, jeah, ay, talk to em in tongues nigga,

do it make these niggas understand”

Like the baby “ay” needs to “I love you Mat Lou”

cry “uh huh, talk to em”

if you go “I ont think they understand me my nigga”

I swear ill die “jeah, talk to em, ay, ay, ay”



Must’ve bust ten rounds through the strap in your lap

Knew I was a gangsta I wasn’t going for that

Pussy nigga in my yard talkin shit

Know’in damn well I was on some G shit

Let the whole clip ride and didn’t think

Let the whole clip ride and didn’t blink

You told me kindly not to bring the white in your house

And then what I do bring the white in the house

Bricks in the addict and yean know

Your grandson killin em he getting 24

Feds at the door im out of town

Yean tell em shit, you held me down

Now a-days I rock the mic im getting paid for that

And all the shit I been through im getting paid for that

Always said I would make, wish you could see me now

But if I tried to tell her she probably wouldn’t believe me now

LOVE YOU MAT LOU!

WEBBIE LYRICS - Retarded

"Retarded"



[Verse 1]



I'm stackin, rappin but if I just so happen was it, I probably would be posted up thugin, sellin crack are somethin

I had 2 leave it alone cause the rats r something

Look like my return won't be long

The streets keep asking 4 me

Young savage on the mound game ova now

I'm in Houston and A Town wheres the muthafuckin crown

I don't have no fuckin friends

I'm solo now

Put my trust and my mack 10 bitch don't let me down

Coloaborate

Just fuck wit them that's makin me sick

Spoil bitches don't want share

So I'm taking dis shit

I'm a 110 street cat and had my back against tha hope

No money, no love, just tears, weed, blood, and hoes

I'm like slim these niggas don't feel my pain

A ninty-nine problems and but a bitch ain't one

Ghetto stories, and gangsta music, thank big labels ain't come

Shit we just trying see which one



[Chorus:]



I'm so retarded

And I'm gon all hard and

My game muthafuckin bitch brains up

And I just getting started

They hate 2 see a nigga ballin

They rather see a nigga in a coffin

But rap money, street money I'm gon see money

Bitch nigga ragardless



[Verse 2]



If the shit ain't funny den I can't grin And if it don't make money it don't make sense If you really

ain't bout nothing You better zip your lips cause around here stuntin nigga emp yo clip

My grand so ridickuless You can call me da clips

Cause I slap all my bitches u can call me a pimp I'm like the hood candy lady

I got them chips

I got hoes wit J. Lo faces and Beyonce hips

2 home boys doin 7 can't wait till da touch

So many people up in heaven dat I miss so much

vest up up wit my chest and stomach not becuz I'm scared

But no they coming i hope they don't shoot 4 my head



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

18 riding lacks nigga

How you hate dat?

Do it big bad bitch give me dat shake back nigga

Yall ain't got do shit

Just leave it 2 me Push record 4 yo boyand lay back and kick up yo beat

turn up da beat

A pen paper give me one sheet Put a barcode on it

Disrebute dis heat

I got tha biggest fuckin bug buzzin in dis streets

I know you heard a young savage Trill E-N-T

But you forgot bout me

Thought i was gone where i'm gone go

I run dis mutha fucker

I'm the spice in da gumbo

I'm bout my fuckin paper man dats all I fuckin want more

U gone gets wats mine

Oh no, u a dumb hoe

Still good, still can get u rite on da down low

It never snow in Baton Rouge

I'm da nigga wit da snow

2 let yall niggas do yall thang so I hope yall been gettin it

Wat up playa

I'm da new mayor of da city nigga



[Chorus]

JULIE ROBERTS LYRICS - Pot Of Gold

"Pot Of Gold"



All alone in a café

I watch the world rushin' by

They're all dreamin' 'bout dollars and thinkin' 'bout

Mountains that they have to climb

A woman checks her reflection

A man straightens his tie

They wear troubled expressions and meanwhile

I just sit here and smile

You can chase all the sliver

If you need riches to hold

You can run after rainbows

'Cause I just found my pot of gold

I just met him last weekend

We've been out a few times

And it may seem too soon, but when he kissed me I knew that

He was my purpose in life

You can chase all the silver

'Cause I've found somethin' to hold

You can run after rainbows

'Cause I just found my pot of gold

You can chase all the silver

'Cause I've just found my soul

You can run after rainbows

'Cause I just found my pot

I just found my pot

I just found my pot of gold

All alone in a café

I watch the world rushin' by

They're all dreamin' 'bout dollars and meanwhile

I just sit here and smile

FOO FIGHTERS LYRICS - Free Me

"Free Me"



Free me right now

You take me away, take it from me

Free me right now

You take me away, take it from me, yeah!



Beautiful prisoner, left here for dead

Promises made and sentences read

Voices and visions are locked in my head

I could sing for sorrow

All of the words that we damn never speak

All of our ghosts and secrets do keep

Gather them all we'll bury them deep

I could sing for sorrow



Free me right now

You take me away, take it from me

Free me right now

You take me away, take it from me, hey!



One for forever

One in your name

Once in your member

We're one in the same

One to forget but it always remains

I could sing for sorrow



Free me right now

You take me away, take it from me

Free me right now

You take me away, take it from me

Could you free what's keepin' you?

Well I need somebody too



Free me! Free me!

Free me! Free me!

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh



Free me right now

You take me away, take it from me

Free me right now

You take me away, take it from me

Could you free what's keepin' you?

Well I need somebody too



Free me! Free me!

Free me! Free me!

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, yeah!

ATMOSPHERE LYRICS - You Played Yourself

"You Played Yourself"



[Verse 1]

What's up? My name is Sean, nice to meet ya

So what brings you backstage in this theatre?

Oh you're in the crew that plays first

I shoulda noticed all four of y'all of wore the same shirts

I bet you got a demo of your work right

{That's what's up} Can you leave it with my merch guy?

Well word up, good luck tonight

And don't forget to drink water, and don't cup that mic, huh

Do me a favour and stay away from Ant's beer

No you can't bring your fans back here

Nah I'm straight, you can keep your drugs in fact

Keep em in the alley out back behind the club

And drop the attitude

Why you acting like that little sticky pass is some kinda right of passage dude

Keep rapping till you get discovered

But better believe it's last time we ever see each other



[Hook (Every second line spoken)]

Cause you played yourself

Uh yeah, of course I remember you man, uh, how you been man? How you doin man?

You played yourself

They told me that you tried to pick a fight with your own DJ

You played yourself

Nah I didn't see you're set man, I was, I was sleeping on the bus

You played yourself

Uh yeah, go talk to that guy, him, he'll give you some drink tickets, word



[Verse 2]

New York, at the Bowery getting down

With Grayskul, P. O.S. and Fillmore Brown

My first time touring with a live band

Trynna hide all the fear behind the mic stand

I just want to move around and keep it versatile

But tonight some kid took it personal

I stopped my set, yo what you yellin bout?

With your middle up calling me sell out

Then security rushed him like a gang fight

Wait, don't kick him out, man it ain't right

But they wasn't listening to Slug

I'm just an artist on the stage, they don't really give a fuck

So I finished up my set then

Ran out the front door to see if I could catch him

And there he was, mad and drunk

So I gave him his money and sent him off with a hug



[Hook (Every second line spoken)]

Man you played yourself

Man you can barely stand up, you trynna call me names, punk

You played yourself

I understand, I understand dude, I was just like you when I was 15 years old

You played yourself

Talking about, you ain't The Roots, you ain't The Roots, why you got a band man?

You played yourself

Do me a favour, throw away my CDs, I don't want you stupid fans



[Verse 3]

Girl please, don't treat me like you treat a toy

You wouldn't look twice if I was the pizza boy (nope)

You ain't got to flash me your ass and tits

I'd rather fantasise that you're a rap advocate

Look around, you see all these women?

They came for the music, you came for the scenesterism

The validating game is degrading

Got me cornered at the bar to boost your ratings

I'm getting too old for the trap

Go wiggle that cleavage at the opening act, huh

Plus you smell like a bucket of vodka

I would never put my meat sauce up in that pasta

The shows over, so why you waiting by the bus

Like I'm supposed to be impressed with the basics

You don't believe that I don't want to see you naked

But I'm not hanging out, take care and stay safe kid



[Hook (Every second line spoken)]

You played yourself

Yeah actually I have heard somebody say that to me before

You played yourself

You realise I can clearly see your clitoris through your jeans

You played yourself

Look you are closer to my son's age than, than you are to mine

You played yourself

Look, look, the li, the living legends are right there, right over there, go over there!

FAITH EVANS LYRICS - Keep The Faith

"Keep The Faith"



I've seen the lightning flashing

Heard the thunder roll

I feel the cold winds blowing

Trying to conquer my soul



[Chorus]



If I just hold my peace

Let the Lord fight my battles

If I can keep the faith through the night



I hear the voice of reason

Telling me to fight on

Cuz I come to know I've come too far to turn around



Weeping may endure for a night

But joy is gonna come tomorrow

Though I go through the fire

I shall come out as pure gold



When problems come just keep the faith

It won't be long until the day

Things will turn around if you just

If you just stand your ground



[Chorus]



When problems come just keep the faith

It won't be long until the day

Things will turn around if you just

If you just, just stand your ground



I only have to keep the faith

I only have to keep the faith

I don't have to fight no more no no no



I only have to keep the faith

I only have to keep the faith



[Chorus till fade...]

ADAM SANDLER LYRICS - The Goat

"The Goat"



[ADAM:] I am a simple goat.

I live on the back of a pick-up truck.

The Old Man tied me here with a 3 ft. rope.

Am I happy?

He don't give a fuck.

[OLD MAN:] Hey goat!

I'm gonna beat your head in with the hickory stick!

[ADAM:] Sometimes he uses his fists-a.

He's filled with anger and filled with rage,

and tells me I smell like piss-a.

His drink, Jimmy Beam.

His chaser, a beer.

After that, various alchohols.

That's when the beatings get so severe,

I sleep,

I pray he falls.

But don't feel sorry for me.

Things weren't always this bad.

Why when I was a young talking goat,

the Old Man was just like my dad.



I come from the hills of Europe.

That's where I met the Old Man.

He was lost in the woods,

I gave him directions,

He gave me a tuna can.

Then he stopped in his tracks and he said,

[OLD MAN:] Hey goat!

[ADAM:] Would you like to live with me?

I got a house with a pick-up truck

in a place across D. C.-a.

I said, "sure why not? I got no family. You seem like a nice guy."

So we went off to America,

the home of apple pie.



On the boat the Old Man told me,

I would be a present for his wife.

"A talking goat," he exclaimed,

"She's never seen this in her life!"

I felt so special.

Well, I just couldn't believe it,

after all these years,

I finally had a friend.

He trimmed my beard,

he scraped my hooves,

I prayed it would never end.



But when we got to his house,

there was no wife.

Only a short, short letter.

It said : I'm leaving you for your brother

because he fucks me better.

His eyes filled with tears of sadness.

His heart was filled with grief.

To suit himself he drank a pint of Old Grandad,

and beat me like a side of beef.

I screamed, "send me back to the hills of Europe!"

He just shook his head and said,

[OLD MAN:] Nope!

[ADAM:] No one will ever leave me again,

to make sure,

put on the 3 ft. fucking rope-a.

Present-day I've been on the truck for 51 years.

My only friend is the A. M. radio.

Sometimes the neighborhood children stop by,

but it's always rocks and beer bottles that they throw.

At first they're excited to see a talking goat,

they gather 'round to hear what I have to say.

But I guess sometimes my stories go on too long,

so they leave and giggle,

I need a bidet.

But you know there was a night

that I did get off the truck,

when the Old Man was passed out drunk.

Three neighborhood kids took me to a rock and roll concert.

The kind of music?

Old school funk.



It was the first time I'd been off the truck,

the music made me lose control.

The lead singer asked if we were having fun,

I said, "fucking crank that rock and roll-a!"

The women at the show were beautiful,

as they danced sexily on the soft grass.

One of them even petted my fur.

Fuck me in the goat ass!

Then some long-haired guys grabbed me by the horns

and threw me in the mosh pit-a.

They passed me around and treated me nice

til I nervously sprayed them with shit-a.

Then the music stopped.

And everything was quiet.

And all the rock and rollers started a

fucking goat riot.

[ROCK AND ROLLERS:] Kill the goat!

Kill the goat!

Kill the goat!

Kill the goat!

[ADAM:] They chased me under the bleachers.

They chased me onto the street-a.

They chased me into an alley and said I was dead fucking goat meat-a.

But then I saw a sight,

that I'd never thought I'd see.

The Old Man swinging his hickory stick,

but he wasn't swinging at me.

[OLD MAN:] Fuck you pot smoking turkeys!

Don't you press your luck!

[ADAM:] The long-hairs ran away screaming

as I scrambled onto the truck-a.

When we got home the Old Man said, "goat you broke the sacred law."

[ADAM:] No!

Please!

Sorry!

Shit!

"I'll let it go this time,

but if you leave again,

I'll break your fucking jaw."

Super!

Great!

Okay!

Thank you Old Man for saving my life.

Thank you again and again.

You could have let them barbeque me,

but you acted like a friend.

"I'm not your friend.

I don't even like you.

I'm just not drunk," he said.

To prove his point,

he drank a bottle of grain alchohol,

and beat the fucking shit out of my head.

Ow! Ow! Ow! You're hurting me Old Man.



That night I suffered a concussion,

Deep inside my goat brain.

I still cannot feel my tailbone.

And I'll probably will never walk straight again.

I guess you'd call me,

escape goat.

A punching bag for the Old Man to mock.

Just because his wife left him,

for his brother's abnormaly large cock.

He could've been my buddy.

But instead he's a crazy old fuck.

And once again I go to sleep,

in my eternal home.......

the back of the pick-up truck.

Good night Old Man!

[OLD MAN:] Yeah, good night goat!