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Posted by admin on January 7th, 2009 in Monica

With a dozen roses, such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
It is true, the makings of you

Boy, you remind me, remind me of my Gucci shoes
Every time you walk past, all the girls be lookin’ at you
You got style just like a Bentley Coupe
And I be losin’ my mind every time I get next to you

I think I’m fallin’ in love with you
Baby, caught up in somethin’ that’s movin’ so fast
Never been with nobody else
You and I tighter than the jeans on my ass

You remind me of this thing
Somethin’ like R. Kelly singin’ ’bout a jeep
Boy, you’re everythin’ to me
And you’re my, you’re my, you’re my property

Boy, you remind me, remind me of the ice on my rings
Boys, you remind me of this
These are the makings of you
It is true, these are the makings of you

You remind me of the very first time
You remind me of the time we made love
Just like the 25th day of Christmas
Waitin’ for Santa Claus to show up

You got a heart of gold, baby, you should know
Baby, you remind me of so much
And baby, you always stay on my mind
You’re just like my rims, you shine

Boy, you remind me of 26’s on my car
Complete spinnin’ around, lookin’ like a superstar
Boy, you remind me of how our life’s supposed to be
This is what you remind me
And you’re my, you’re my property

Lookin’ at you look at another
Baby, I don’t need another brother
Satisfy my mind to the fullest of my body
There’s no pressure, baby

And now I keep it so real
And I can’t help it, you got that whip appeal
What’s the deal? Tell me how you feel
Could it be me, me? [incomprehensible]

You like the ice on my wrist, it’s like kick on my hip
Mac on my lips, armor oil on my whip
Butter on my shrimp, I’m the Gladys, you the Pip
I keep my hair flip, the way you like to see me strip

Keep a money clip, you remind me of a tip
Like a pair of jeans from Abercrombie when they rip
Like a glass of wine every time I take a sip
It’s you
(You, you, you, you, you, you)

Boy, you remind me, remind me of my Gucci shoes
Every time you walk past, all the girls be lookin’ at you
You got style just like a Bentley Coupe
And I be losin’ my mind every time I get next to you

With a dozen roses, such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
These, these are
(It is true, the makings of you, you)

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Posted by admin on January 7th, 2009 in Bad Religion

(One two three four five six seven eight nine ten)

It’s superficial progress, they call it liberation
With opiates of silicon, big brother schemes to rule the nation

We’re one nation under God, we stand above the rest
With mighty high technology, we’re never second best
Our specialty is infiltration
Prepare yourself for subjugation
Victory through domination

(One two three four five six)

The trepidatious throngs all fears the big eye in the sky
The government observes them with their own electric eye

We’re one nation under God, we stand above the rest
With mighty high technology, we’re never second best
Our specialty is infiltration
Prepare yourself for subjugation

Automatons, illiterates, and indigents of every shape and size
Don’t stop but aid this cruel crusade, participate in their own demise

We’re one nation under God, we stand above the rest
With mighty high technology, we’re never second best
Our specialty is infiltration
So pack your bags you third world nation
Victory through domination

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Posted by admin on January 7th, 2009 in Merle Haggard

The old man paid no mind to color
‘Cause he knew that I’d been down and out
Old Joe said that I was a soul brother
From the things I’d been singin’ about

Well, he liked how I played my old guitar
So he sit down beside me to sing.
And together we hummed out an old timey blues
Hmm, do dee dang

From the same side of the railroad tracks
Where people have nothin’ to lose
I’m the son of a gambler who’s luck never came
A white man singin’ the blues

Well, we both done a heap of hard-livin
And hard to describe in a song
But the blues was one thing we both understood
And the old man hummed right along

From the same side of the railroad tracks
Where people have nothin’ to lose
I’m the son of a gambler who’s luck never came
A white man singin’ the blues

From the same side of the railroad tracks
Where people have nothin’ to lose
I’m the son of a gambler who’s luck never came
I’m a white man singin’ the blues

Now the old man paid no mind to color
‘Cause he knew that I’d been down and out
Old Joe said I was a soul brother
From the things I’d been singin’ about

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Posted by admin on January 7th, 2009 in Foxy Brown

One time
Huh, all up in ya like a bone when I
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na
Destination, plat’

Yo Na Na, so ill, first week out
Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out
She’s all about sex, pard-on, check your facts
And the track record, I’m all about plaques
Shakin’ my ass, half naked, lovin’ this life
Waitin’ for ‘Kim’ album to drop, knowin’ it’s tight
Standin’ center stage, closin’ the show, holdin’ a gat

Since you opened up, I know you’re hopin’ it’s wack
Niggaz, screamin’ my name on record straight whylin’
Maybe I’ll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night and the Mercedes’s tight
When I’m coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight
It’s my time to shine, it’s playtime tonight
I’ma try to stand my ground, know when I fall
I left your ass home alone, hopin’ I call

Who’s got the illest pussy on the planet?
Sugar walls comin’ down, niggaz can’t stand it, the Ill Na Na
True Absolut Vodka, straight shots
For the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
Real and it don’t stop, we movin’ up
First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
Tryin’ to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na

No more sexin’ me all night, thinkin’ it’s alright
While I’m lookin over your shoulder, watchin’ the hall light
You hate when it’s a ball, right? Ladies, this ain’t handball
Nigga hit these walls right before I call Mike
In the morning when it’s all bright, eggs over easy
Hope you have my shit tight when I open my eyes
While I’m eatin’, gettin’ dressed up, this ain’t yo’ pad
I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab

No more, sharin’ I pain, sharin’ I made
It’s time to outslick niggaz, ladies sharin’ our game
Put it in high gear, flip the eye wear
Nas ruled the world but now it’s my year
And from, here on I solemnly swear
To hold my own like Pee Wee in a movie theater
Yeah, I don’t need a man’s wealth
But I can do bad by my damn self
And uhh

Who’s got the illest pussy on the planet?
Sugar walls comin’ down, niggaz can’t stand it, the Ill Na Na
True Absolut Vodka, straight shots
For the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
Real and it don’t stop, we movin’ up
First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
Tryin’ to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na

Uhh, vodka
Not, not
Dolla dolla, stop stop
C’mon c’mon, yah, it’s the Ill Na Na

No more waitin’ to exhale, we takin’ deep breaths
Ladies take this over, I be Fox so peep this
Love thyself with no one above thee
‘Cuz ain’t nobody gon’ love me like me
If he, don’t do the right thing like Spike Lee
Bye bye Wifey, make him lose his Nike’s
Hit the road
Mami told me in order to find a prince
You gotta kiss some toads

Who’s got the illest pussy on the planet?
Sugar walls comin’ down, niggaz can’t stand it, the Ill Na Na
True Absolut Vodka, straight shots
For the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
Real and it don’t stop, we movin’ up
First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
Tryin’ to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na

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Posted by admin on January 7th, 2009 in James Taylor

Everybody loves to cha cha cha
Little children like to cha cha cha
They like to cha cha cha, they like to cha cha cha
Everybody likes to cha cha cha

Took my baby to the hop last night
And what to my surprise
When we got there, she hit me with the news
Right between the eyes, yeah

She said she couldn’t do the cha cha cha
She said she couldn’t do the cha cha cha
She couldn’t cha cha cha, no, she couldn’t cha cha cha
My baby couldn’t do the cha cha cha

I told her not to worry
They’d play some other dance
But we sat there for an hour and a half
And we never got a chance

For every song they played was the cha cha cha
Every song they played was the cha cha cha
“Tom Dooley”, cha cha cha, “Tea For Two”, cha cha cha
Every number was the cha cha cha

I told her not to worry
There’s only one thing we can do
Baby, if you let me take you by the hand
I’m gonna teach this dance to you

Then, I told her one, two, cha cha cha
One, two, cha cha cha and up now, cha cha cha
Baby and back, now, cha cha cha
That’s right, turn now, cha cha cha
Alright, let’s cross now, cha cha cha
I taught my baby how to cha cha cha

We kept on dancing
And was I surprised, for you see
After we practiced for a little while
She was doing it better than me

Now my baby loves to do the cha cha cha
She loves to do the cha cha cha
She likes her cha cha cha, she likes to cha cha cha
Everybody likes to cha cha cha

They do it, one, two, cha cha cha, alright
One, two, cha cha cha and up now, cha cha cha
Alright, back now, cha cha cha
Alright, baby, let’s cross now, cha cha cha
And turn now cha cha cha, whoah

Cha cha cha
Cha cha cha
Cha cha cha
…

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