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Moonshine Bandits – Sweet Home California Lyrics

MOONSHINE BANDITSSweet Home California Lyrics
Turn it up
Woooow woooow wooooo
It’s the wild wild west the wild wild west
It’s the wild wild west
It’s the wild wild west it’s the wild wild west
I’d like to welcome everybody to the wild wild west
The sunshine state where we get krunk the best
From the Bay to L.A., Sac-Town and back
Through the Valley of the Cali keep the kegs on tap
And if the party’s gonna pop then the party gonna crack
And the party don’t stop; Cali got my back
We got them big boy 4 bys, rolling with Guiness
Them low rider riders that are rolling with switches
Gangsters, skaters, bikers, strippers
Lakers, Raiders, Niners, Clippers
Choppers, coppers, can I get a witness? Come on ma, you know why you want to hit this
Sixteen switches on an Eldo-rad-io
Smoke down windows with a banging audio
This how we roll when we roll when we roll
You know how we blow when we blow that dro
Cali Coast
Sweet Home California, Califo-hor-nia
Where my skies are always blue (where my skies are always blue)
Sweet home California, sweet home, oh yeah
I love coming home to you
Lord I’m coming home to you
Now my old town is like every small town, on the wild west coast
We get rowdy and we cut loose, we some bad ass dudes
Intoxicated from the whiskey (oh yeah), intoxicated from the rhythm and blues
(Let me help you sing, let me help you sing)
Moonshine go coast to coast
We gonna sing songs play show to show
And we keep on moving down the yellow state
Slanging CDs out the tail gate
We going state to state for the place that we from
The town that we run, the sound that we brung
You can hear our sound all around the globe, but there’s only one place that we call home and that’s…
Sweet Home California, Califo-hor-nia
Where my skies are always blue (where my skies are always blue)
Sweet home California, sweet home, oh yeah
I love coming home to you
Lord I’m coming home to you
I’m in the In & Out Burger then I’m hitting the club
I’m in the Pink Poodle, San-ho gettin’ some love
I’m in the Arco on Saxscot box above
I’m in my black cadillac bumping California love
I’m in the GB-freed in the SBC watching SF play against OAK
I’m in the LBC then the SAC but homie it’s still all C to the A
I’m in the floor seats with Jack Nichol watching the game
I’m in the LBC with ol’ Jesse James
I’m in the Humbolt county and we puffing the train
I’m in the double XL next to dre and the game
I’m up in Fresno Atark and we betting on the dogs
I got love for my Valley because we all stand tall
Where we from…
Sweet Home California, Califo-hor-nia
Where my skies are always blue (where my skies are always blue)
Sweet home California, sweet home, oh yeah
I love coming home to you
Lord I’m coming home to you

Lacs – God Bless A Country Girl Lyrics

LACSGod Bless A Country Girl Lyrics
You can find ’em in the sticks or way up town
God bless a country girl
By far we got the best looking girls around
God bless a country girl
Country girls got it going on
God bless a country girl
Grab your drink and sing along
God bless a country girl
She gets her redneck on a little red hot honey
Got a pick-up truck plus her daddy’s got some money
Makes a sweet potato pie that’ll shut your mouth
Ponytail to the side when she hang around the house
A little tomboy growing up, hunting and a fishing show
A 30-06, got a Carolina skiff
And if the creek gets hot she got a 4 wheel drive
A couple chains in the back, and some mud on the tires
Hell ya she’s a hot one, man I think I got one
She can go all day fishing in the hot sun
Man I guess I’m lucky to be living in the sticks
Boy just take a look around we got a basket of chicks
You can find ’em in the sticks or way up town
God bless a country girl
By far we got the best looking girls around
God bless a country girl
Country girls got it going on
God bless a country girl
Grab your drink and sing along
God bless a country girl
She’s a beauty queen but she likes to mud bog
Likes frogs, man this broad loves to hunt hogs
Likes to fish and she firing the kitchen
Cube steak, mash ‘tatoes and a little fried chicken
And I can say everyday that she’s perfect for me
Knows how to clean the gutter, makes the best sweet tea
Hey, a young girl with a no school soul
Man she had her first job when she was 8 years old
Ain’t worried about dirt and ain’t afraid to work
Loves Holy Jesus, she can rock that skirt
They don’t make ’em like this, she’s the last of her kind
So fine and divine, so glad she’s mine
You can find ’em in the sticks or way up town
God bless a country girl
By far we got the best looking girls around
God bless a country girl
Country girls got it going on
God bless a country girl
Grab your drink and sing along
God bless a country girl
Country girls got it going on
Go ahead baby this your song
Grab a drink and sing along
God bless a country girl
[x2]

Lacs – Goin Deep Lyrics (feat. Luke Martin)

Luke Martin)
Roll Up At A Game Friday Afternoon,
Im all loaded up in the camper too
Fire up the grill sit back and chill with a cold one
You got VIP hangin out TNT deep
Its time to get wild
Sling some mud in the creek
Sun going down no stopin us now
Cum on boys we got trails to ride down
Going deep in the mud
Poppin suds gettin buzzed
Rain or shine were gonna have some fun
Skinny in back and half rack
Sexy southern girls give you a heartattack
No asphault
No concrete
Just riding thises trails right down to the creek
If your scrared dont forget
You can watch them over there
Just wait and see we all about going deep
Yeah going deep
{dont be scared of it}
Man Ive been working like a dog bunch of over time son
But its finally paying off got my money stacked son
Me and my buddies spend the weekend in the mud
Biggest baddest guys
Just going to tear it up
I wont back up for nothing even if its saying to put my coller in the bed
Redneck boys tryin to bate and hate
And country girls scream when you drive it in deep
Yeah going deep
I got that comoflauge
Can hit that ho a damn hand
Redneck stock thats the word around
Cooler strapped down and a gun up in the rack
because the yellin aint no tellin man when were cummin back
Follow us if you wanna
But I hopt you can drive or be snuggled up here because you aint keepin it dry
You better hid a box off so they dont get soaked
Hold on to what you got or betta hope it can float LACSGoin Deep Lyrics (feat.

Moonshine Bandits – Outback Lyrics (feat. The Lacs & Durwood Black)

MOONSHINE BANDITSOutback Lyrics (feat. The Lacs & Durwood Black)
Everything we do
we do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
we go to the back,
back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Outback where the forest is thick theres a circle in the middle of field where a bonfires lit cup full of shine copenhagen in my lip now im slippin sideways probably wake up in a ditch so crank that music into the night and crack that beer and raise it high stacked little blonde want a midnight ride take her back to the country for a real good time
Everything we do
we do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
we go to the back,
back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Got me steppin in manure everytime i spit shit feel like cash in the photo with the bird getting flipped came from the bottom so they label me a Catfish world wide better grab you an atlas bonfire lit like willie lets smoke rack full of ribs in a smoker full of oak blackberry brandy off back in a duck blind black lab runnin got huntin in his blood line came from a back but im back in the lead back like a rack full of fat double ds back with a barrel on a rack let me squeeze back on the trigger hit her right between the knees back with a tow strap i pull em real heavy ladies gettin dirty out back on the chevy dive bar beauty queen bubba call em bettys pedal to the metal baby girl im ready
Everything we do
we do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
we go to the back,
back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Tell em bout a burn pile hand on me and my hunny we can run a game of shoes we can lose a little money might talk a little smack grab a sip of that jack bunch of jacked up trucks all parked round back yeah get loose like ya do it up in cali shine so smooth like ya crusin’ in a caddy then we rolled us up a fatty went around to the shed i had to back up off it it was buzzin my head
See im back in the mac im in the back with the lacs get on these bachelor sacs now how hackers is that see im partyin to death with bacardi on my breath im thinkin naughty to myself about this shawty on my left yeah we still out back its the country outkast thinkin you can out rap yeah bitch i doubt that meet us all out back and we’ll whoop that loud ass cause where bringin country back quicker then a snap back
Everything we do
we do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
We go to the back,
Back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Everything we do
we do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
we go to the back,
back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at

Lacs – Feels Good Lyrics

LACSFeels Good Lyrics
It feels good, hit an old back road
Drop it down low just take it in slow
It feels good, got it made in the shade
Kick it on back, getting drunk all day
It feels good, little girl by my side
Laid back chillin’, watching time fly by
It feels good, damn right it feels good
All feels good
Just sittin’ on the back porch
Chewin’ on the grass stem
If you don’t know, then boy you better ask them
Cause I don’t mind if the fish don’t fry
And if the creek don’t rise then we’ll be just fine
I said I’m back in the line
Now I’m back in the ride
To a little muscadine wine
Now I’m back in the pines
Just a back woods plow boy
Redneck cowboy
Dirt road holiday starts right now boy
So crank it on up, while I drank it all up
Take a swig, cook the pig
Now let’s hank it all up
Just grab a fishing pole until the beer gets cold
Let it all fade away and watch the day unfold
High cotton, I’ve got, man just about drunk
Damn right, so tight and it ain’t even lunch
Yeah, it feels good to be back in the woods
A country boy’s paradise, yeah it’s all good
It feels good, hit an old back road
Drop it down low just take it in slow
It feels good, got it made in the shade
Kick it on back, getting drunk all day
It feels good, little girl by my side
Laid back chillin’, watching time fly by
It feels good, damn right it feels good
All feels good
Flip floppin on the sand bar
Pull up in a big boy I ain’t into sports car, nah
The country girls go to feelin ya boy
A couple swigs of that ol’ apple
Here we’re making some noise
Slide the yeti in the back of the ride
Roll your window down, let some ol’ black smoke fly
Good Shine, good folks man I love it in the woods
Gotta couple days off, and it feels so good
Slow and easy goin’ as I roll into town
I need some 22 bullets and a bottle of crown
Imma park it by the creek and put some rock and roll on
Drink beer, shoot shit and take my drunk ass home
Wake up early in the morning when the race starts
Ain’t long, right back, drinking on the same damn sand bar
Redneck folks out killin’ some time
You ain’t gotta worry bout us cause we doing just fine
It feels good, hit an old back road
Drop it down low just take it in slow
It feels good, got it made in the shade
Kick it on back, getting drunk all day
It feels good, little girl by my side
Laid back chillin’, watching time fly by
It feels good, damn right it feels good
All feels good
It feels good, hit an old back road
Drop it down low just take it in slow
It feels good, got it made in the shade
Kick it on back, getting drunk all day
It feels good, little girl by my side
Laid back chillin’, watching time fly by
It feels good, damn right it feels good
All feels good

Lacs – Field Party [feat. Colt Ford & Jj Lawhorn] Lyrics

Got the grilled fired up,
Cookin every kind of meat. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. Bad broads with tanned legs,
Raised up on cornbread. We got the freaks in bikinis headed down to the creek. We got the bonfire blowin,
The crowd is steady growin,
Five thousand plus will be here before you know it. It’s goin down. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. Here it’s goin down,
Down field party style. Got big kegs and chub beers. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. So crank up them eighteens as loud as they can get. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. It’s goin down field party style. It’s goin down field party style. We got Harleys over here,
Mud trucks over there,
Red necks and hill billys bout every damn where. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. Dancin with them daisy dukes,
All they do is turn heads. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. Let’s get it crunk and do it right,
We gon crank it all night. Party around that bonfire,
Horseshoes and corn hoe,
Roped off with barbed wire. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. It’s goin down field party style. Bout thirty miles from anything,
The law ain’t hearin shit. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. LACSField Party [feat. Show you where to make shine at as long as y’all don’t tattle. It’s goin down. It’s goin down field party style. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. It’s goin down. It’s goin down,
It’s goin down,
Field party style. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. Tell your mom and old man,
They can bring the whole nine. Colt Ford & Jj Lawhorn] Lyrics
You damn right,
It’s Friday night. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. Hit em up and get em up and tell this whole damn town. We got them tailgates down and the shots goin round. It’s goin down. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. Rippin up them dirt roads,
Stirrin up them cattle. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. Rebel red bikini tops,
Man you know you want it. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. Y’all get drunk and show out,
Cut lose and go out. It’s goin down,
Field party style. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. All we need is a field and we’ll turn the party out. Come one,
Come all,
That’s how we do it in the south. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. They drinkin on that hunch punch,
Fore long they start to flaunt it.

Did Alkaline Turn Down Sean Kingston Offer To Sign Him Before Beef

“The fans will soon see that it’s just a bag of badmind thing just because he tried to sign Alka and the youth turned him down,” sources said. Alkaline called both artists a b*tch on Instagram. Alkaline may have turned down Sean Kingston‘s offer to sign him to his label before they started beefing. “We been saying Gaza from long time even before anybody hear about Alkaline so this is not something new.”
Earlier this week, Kingston got into it with Vendetta fans after posting a video of Tommy Lee Sparta sleeping inside his Porsche. Kingston is currently living in Jamaica and already he is stirring things up from signing Tommy Lee Sparta to his label Time is Money Entertainment, to beefing with his former collaborator Alkaline. Tory Lanez leave and all the other artists he signed turn worthless, so any man want to get frighten and sign with him that’s their choice.”
Sean Kingston and Alkaline left from collaborating on “Ride On Me (Remix)” to beefing, but the reggae pop singer is saying its just because he said Gaza why the “Champion Boy” deejay don’t like him. Sources around the Vendetta deejay exclusively told Dancehall HipHop this weekend that Sean Kingston tried to get a signature from him and he said no. “It’s just because we said Gaza so some boy start hate,” a rep for Kingston told DHH. #SeanKingston responds to #alkaline diss
A post shared by DancehallHipHop (@dancehallhiphop) on Aug 9, 2017 at 11:56am PDT “Alkaline flat out turn down his offer because it was a bad deal plus his label not bringing much to the table right now.

Vybz Kartel Mega Hit “Fever” Jumps To 36 On Billboard Chart

That new trial will likely be his final attempt to secure his freedom following his controversial murder conviction in 2014. Kartel and his three co-convicts Kahira Jones, Andre St John, and protege Shawn “Storm” Campbell are all maintaining their innocence despite a mountain of evidence presented by the prosecution. Vybz Kartel is anxiously awaiting his appeal trial set for February 2018. The last time that Vybz Kartel dominated dancehall with a Billboard charting single was with “Romping Shop” and “Clarks” back in 2009-2010. It’s not clear yet if “Fever” will trigger a growth in sales for Vybz Kartel’s last album King of The Dancehall which was also one of the top hardcore dancehall albums last year. 36 up from 40 on the chart and is showing no signs of slowing down. We will be watching “Fever” closely on the chart to see how far it will go. Vybz Kartel‘s mega hit single “Fever” continues to make strides on the Billboard R&B/Hip-Hop Airplay chart. The song was released over a year ago and has been one of the biggest singles in dancehall over the past year. Kartel’s longtime business partner Michael Dawson says that right now the incarcerated deejay is the best that dancehall has to offer and that is why he is winning. Their legal team argued during the trial that cops tampered with the evidence presented and also intimidated witnesses in the case. This week, “Fever” jumps to No. Some dancehall fans may say that he has seen a decline in popularity over the last couple of months while other dancehall newcomers like Alkaline and Tommy Lee Sparta has seen a surge in their popularity. The music video alone racked up over 21 million views on YouTube, and the song is showing strong streaming growth on Spotify and Apple Music. If he loses this case, he will spend the rest of his life behind bars for the murder of Clive “Lizard” Williams.

Watch Popcaan and Davido New Video “My Story”

The video features Popcaan and Davido linking up with their crew and some hot ladies for a 24-hour party spree. “Baby all mi need a 24 hour a you time / Sexiness you need fi know a you deh paw mi mind / In a mi bed and mi house mi waan fi see you whine / Meck mi whine up in a you belly and buss off like a nine,” Popcaan sings. The two international stars link up with Mini E5 Records for the production, but the video was directed by RD Studios and shot in Jamaica. Popcaan and afro beat singer Davido come through with a video for their single “My Story.”
The dancehall/afro beat single has been a big hit since its release in June so it’s no surprise this song gets an official visual. The cut also showcased Popcaan SnapChat as they document the party scene as they went along.

Your Old Droog – Bangladesh (feat. Heems)

Thought I did the rap shit in vain like a junky
Funky fresh cold medina hot sexy punkie
Mama tried to punk me, dump me, jump me
Cause I kept it hundred since 21 and Jump Street
Now I’m in Tahiti with a queen like Nefertiti (she fly)
You can’t see me ’cause my face between her titties (that’s why)
Bank off the city, hit the bank, cop a CD (I’m high)
Offshore accounts in Dubai with habibi (my guy)
Put the bars together like a restaurateur provocateur
With the raw and Bobby Brown jaw
If my melanin could talk and tell you what the brown saw
Why did the brown pour, the feds probably ’round y’all
So I should probably keep it quiet
About the selling and the buying
They paying when I’m flying
Twenty Bangladeshis with me, ’bout to start a riot
I’ve been yelling, I’ve been screaming, I’ve been kicking, I’ve been crying
We move that product for the Prada
Only whip low-key: Miata or Sonata
It’s Himachu – fuck a Pikachu or a Charizard
My bars is hard, my girl went to Barbizon

[Sean Price Voicemail Outro]
Classic man, it’s Sean P. [Verse 1: Your Old Droog]
Bangladesh
At 16 my slang was fresh
I would not tire, spitting hot fire in the sesh
Or on the voicemail like John Tesh
Couldn’t see me in the flesh
You’re better off silent like Depeche
You know my steelo
Tranquilo since Jordan made The Shot on Ehlo
If you don’t know anything, know that YOD nice
Check my closet, see Lo like 3 dice
And I ain’t even ahead, thieving for bread
Bandit with a candle lit, grieving the dead, I said
I’m all disheveled the stress levels is high
As I try to make sense of the time that whizzed by
Saw my looks dilapidate at a rapid rate
Used to be virile ‘fore the ‘ports made me sterile
The terrible son chronicles and cock-blocking perils
But I dust myself off, rocking my apparel
Former cokeheads like Doc and Darryl
Still came in this lock, stock, and barrel
While I was making sure every bar is hard
You herbs was playing Pokemon, chasing Charizard
I peeped the scenery, sipping green tea
The old head dropped gems in the yard like Mr. But, you know, you might not wanna do it, you know – call me back and tell me "You know what, get the fuck outta here, fuck Sean P." Or, or you might call with, "hey, Sean this is the best record I’ve heard in my life, man. I’m honored to get on it." Or you know, "Fuck is this guy Sean P?", whatever
Just hit me back classic man I’mma need a verse from you home skillet. Feeny
Now I’m pulling up to Leanly
With Santini, Houdini in a zucchini-colored Lamborghini

[Verse 2: Heems]
I’m Fellini eating fettuccine at the mini-mall
She said "Heemy you can’t see me why you such a meany for?"
Whipping in that beany 4-door like you on city hall
Out in Long Island, why you don’t come to the city for?

SUPERFRUIT – Heartthrob

[Verse 1: Mitch & Both]
Oh no, what’s my locker combo? (Oh yeah)
It’s the birthday of a Leonardo (Oh yeah)
Bells ringing, and I gotta go
And I’m single, if you gotta know
I’m so over James Dean
I’m more of a three names queen
[Pre-Chorus: Both & Mitch]
Freddie Prinze Junior
Chad Michael Murray
Want you to be my
Want you to be my
[Chorus: Both]
Nineties heartthrob
Frosted tips and a middle part
TigerBeat said he’s off the charts
Nineties heartthrob
We can sneak out after dark
Be your angsty teen, let you break my
Heartthrob, heartthrob, heartthrob
Oh la la la, oh la la la
[Verse 2: Both]
I’ll go through your Trapper Keeper (Oh yeah)
I wanna get to know you deeper (Oh yeah)
Got a cutie waiting in the cafeteria
Gotta grab a seat right next to ya
I’m so over James Dean
I’m more of a three names queen

[Pre-Chorus: Both & Mitch]
Freddie Prinze Junior
John Taylor Thomas
Want you to be my
Want you to be my
[Chorus: Both]
Nineties heartthrob
Frosted tips and a middle part
TigerBeat said he’s off the charts
Nineties heartthrob
We can sneak out after dark
Be your angsty teen, let you break my
Heartthrob, heartthrob, heartthrob
Oh la la la, oh la la la
[Bridge: Mitch]
H-E-A-R double T, H-R-O-B
Joey, Lance, and JT
Maybe Chris after a couple drinks
H-E-A-R double T, H-R-O-B
Joey, Lance, and JT
Don’t forget JC, he can really sing
Ooh yeah
[Chorus: Both]
Nineties heartthrob
Frosted tips and a middle part
TigerBeat said he’s off the charts
Nineties heartthrob
We can sneak out after dark
Be your angsty teen, let you break my
Heartthrob, heartthrob, heartthrob
Oh la la la, oh la la la
Oh la la la, woo!

Rich Homie Quan – Gamble

[Intro]
I been knew, life was a gamble man, You know I’m sayin’
We all take a risk everyday, (laugh), but I ain’t trippin, I just gotta do this
[Hook]
The other day, hit da curb, do yo number, pick up money
Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground running
Trap spot do that percs, sell that moll , smoke that reefer
Momma told me she ain’t like me hanging with them people
Made a 40 put in 20 made it flip again
20 bands from the bank 200 benjamin’s
200 bands for some bands boy you better call me
Uhaul van in the mall, me and what ya call it
[Verse 1]
Money on the phone, money callin’ yeah I talk to it
Need a new safe ’cause the money got a wall full
I just spent a day in the bay it was all good
Back end count it up by myself before I walk thru it
All about my business and my pockets nun’ but white folks
Money can’t buy love ’cause this bitch ain’t even my type doe
Turn up at the day party and kill ’em at the night show
Real nigga reunion I fuck wit ’em so iImight go
Rapping easy I can do it "arm tied , eyes closed"
When robbing was a job I would do that shit from "9 to 4"
My partner drove from holly grove to here to get them xan’s
And I rebulk every number with that money in my had

[Hook]
The other day, hit da curb, do yo number, pick up money
Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground running
Trap spot do that percs, sell that moll , smoke that reefer
Momma told me she ain’t like me hanging with them people
Made a 40 put in 20 made it flip again
20 bands from the bank 200 benjamin’s
200 bands for some bands boy you better call me
Uhaul van in the mall, me and what ya call it
[Verse 2]
I just went to court and the judge let me walk for it
God put my blessing in the hood I had to walk for it
I can end a conversation quick like a off button
Money come up every other hour yeah I talk numbers
Lil homie in the cut finger itching ready to off some
If you ain’t talk money over 100’s it ain’t bout nun’
Partner did 10 and he already wanna rob some
Count that backend by myself and naw we ain’t lost nun’
For me they clear the room make some space for the boss come
Canary yellow diamond got these niggas acting cautious
He scary and he lying I can tell by how he talkin’
VVS’s they shining I got my number and I’m bout da
[Hook]
The other day, hit da curb, do yo number, pick up money
Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground running
Trap spot do that percs, sell that moll , smoke that reefer
Momma told me she ain’t like me hanging with them people
Made a 40 put in 20 made it flip again
20 bands from the bank 200 benjamin’s
200 bands for some bands boy you better call me
Uhaul van in the mall, me and what ya call it

Ke$ha – Rainbow

Darling, our scars make us who we are, are
So when the winds are howling strong
And you think you can’t go on, hold tight, sweetheart
[Chorus 2]
You’ll find a rainbow, rainbow, baby
Trust me, I know life is scary
But just put those colors on, girl
Come and play along with me tonight
You gotta learn to let go, put the past behind you
Trust me, I know, the ghosts will try to find you
But just put those colors on, girl
Come and paint the world with me tonight
Night, night, night, night, night
[Chorus 3]
I found a rainbow, rainbow, baby
Trust me, I know life is scary
But just put those colors on, girl
You gotta learn to let go, put the past behind you
Trust me, I know, the ghosts will try to find you
But just put those colors on, girl
Come and paint the world with me tonight
Oh, put those colors on, girl
Come and paint the world with me tonight
Come and paint the world with me tonight [Verse 1]
I used to live in the darkness
Dress in black, act so heartless
But now I see that colors are everything
Got kaleidoscopes in my hairdo
Got back the stars in my eyes, too
Yeah, now I see the magic inside of me
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Yeah, maybe my head’s fucked up
But I’m falling right back in love with being alive
Dreaming in light, light, lights
This kitty cat lost her mind
Been lookin’ for a star-sent sign that I’ll be alright
Look to the skies
[Chorus 1]
I’ve found a rainbow, rainbow, baby
Trust me, I know, life is scary
But just put those colors on, girl
Come and play along with me tonight
[Verse 2]
I’d forgot how to daydream
So consumed with the wrong things
But in the dark, I realized this life is short
And deep down, I’m still a child
Playful eyes, wide and wild
I can’t lose hope, what’s left of my heart’s still made of gold

[Pre-Chorus 2]
And I know that I’m still fucked up
But aren’t we all, my love?

Agressor – When Darkness Lyrics

AGRESSORWhen Darkness Lyrics
When darkness rises, hide from my sight
Cos my breath is death and my words of fire will burn you
When through darkness I wonder if you’ll dare to hail me
Incantate unspeakable words to thy infernal deity
Then I close my eyes and hold my breath
I point my hands towards the sky and hail thy name
On this dangerous pathway, strength is requested
To brave drawing creatures crawling out of darkness
Now emerging from entrails of earth, evilish beauties surround me
Enlacing, embracing, love me to death, my heart is thumping
Now open you wide and hold your breath
I steal a tear from your eyes my pleasure’s your pain
Feel me deep inside, faster and stronger
On your lips coming so hard sweating desire
Trickling bodies scent darken my mind
Now through shades you fade in the darkness
Now all has gone
Only smoke and blood remain

Stan Rogers – Second Effort Lyrics

STAN ROGERSSecond Effort Lyrics
I’ve been sitting here crying since long before the day be-gan
With my pockets full of nothing but broken dreams and my head in my empty hands
The winnings that I thought I had and come so far to get
Are further away then they’ve ever been, they’ve been taken by anoth-er man
I wouldn’t take a train for home even if I could
Cause they’ve been saving their joy for the hometown boy who went away to make it good
I bet they cleared away the parlour so my Ma can dance me in the door
And the old man can wink, and pour me a drink and ask me what the tears are for
It’s harder to try a-gain than it was to be-gin
A man can play a lone hand in a high stakes game, but it doesn’t mean he’s gonna win
And somehow I’ve got to keep from getting further down
Before I buy myself a bottle of cheap escape, and a ticket to anoth-er town
I know I’m not crying ’cause I think I’ve had it mighty tough
I did my best with all the rest, but it just wasn’t good e-nough
And I’ve been working and training too long just to make it here
To merely swallow my pride and walk outside and come back anoth-er year
It’s harder to try a-gain than it was to be-gin
A man can play a lone hand in a high stakes game, but it doesn’t mean he’s gonna win
And somehow I’ve got to keep from getting further down
Before I buy myself a bottle of cheap escape, and a ticket to anoth-er town
I want to drown in the grape and make my escape, on a ticket to anoth-er town

Devin The Dude – Write & Wrong Lyrics

Nigga, shit, this ain’t the game to be in
If you can’t do for you and yours, then how you think you gon’ win? Get em together, then flip
Now where them bitches at? Buy em whatever to sip
But see, you can’t get player points taken away, so come real
Disregard people’s emotions, give a f**k how one feels
And you can witness other brothers walkin in the same path
Wishin for champagne, caviar, and bubble bath
You see, ah, that’s the life that I lead
And if you wanna follow a model, sit right by me
And I can pass you some weed, you fry it up, but let me hit it
But get on the mic and spit it, whatever you do, I’m with it Now where your niggas at? Then write it down
Try your best to remember, don’t worry now on how it sounds
It’s gonna be cool, and if you gonna keep rappin, it’s on
Just sacrifice your life and leave your problems at home
Now there’s a million muthaf**kas like yourself think they deserve it
If they get it before they do, they got to get they hands dirty
So just study these lines and make sure you don’t forget it
Get on the mic and spit it, whatever you do, I’m with it
Now the world is your arena, and the panel of judges
Made up of pimps, players, sneaky bitches, con-men and hustlers
I don’t know why, but to qualify you must become one of these
Make somethin happen with either rappin or sellin some cheese
What, you’re scared? DEVIN THE DUDEWrite & Wrong Lyrics
(I think I’m ready, man*
I’m ready to rap)
Nigga, you just talkin shit, man
I don’t wanna hear that shit
(Hey, I’m ready, man)
Man, you been sayin that shit
(I’m ready to put it down)
Yeah, yeah…
(Show you that I’m down)
Ha-ha, alright, alright
We’ll see, man
This ain’t no game, though
Here, smoke some of this weed, so you can feel fine
And you just might need a drink, you gotta think of a rhyme
We can make the beat slow, so you can speed up the flow
With some cool pimp shit about some weed or some hoes
Or supposed you do a song that you can jam with foreign dancers
Or some growin-up-hard shit with slim to none chances
Maybe a familiar tune people already heard
Let’s call Morris, see how much he want for a bird
Or f**k it, f**k it, let’s strictly go pop
Do anything for the women while mis-representin your block
You can be famous in public with the right music and subject
You can make millions, nigga, if you just make that million love it
Imagine, you havin world tours, gettin paid
Hoes throwin panties on the stage, gettin laid
You don’t have a Benz, but if you get on the mic and spit it
You will have enough to get it, whatever you do, I’m with it
All you gots to do is (write)
Share your problems with the world, tell the story of your life
All you gots to do is (write)
And they’ll be right by your side, everything gon’ be tight
But when you’re wrong, muthaf**kas gonna talk about ya
When you’re wrong, muthaf**kas gonna criticise ya
When you’re wrong, muthaf**kas gonna talk about ya
When you’re wrong…
(Some tell you it’s a art, some tell you it’s a shame)
Now just be real with what you say and put some feelin up in it
And since everybody’s dyin, put some killin up in it
I be right here by your side smokin kill until you’re finished
And if you get writer’s block, then nigga, chill for a minute
And hold up, okay, I got a tight idea
Just rap like you mad, the baddest muthaf**ka out here
Then bitches will respect ya, niggas might try to check ya
Nuts, money didn’t getcha while them laws steady fetch ya
But think about it – you got it?

Agressor – (i Am The) Spirit Of Evil Lyrics

AGRESSOR(i Am The) Spirit Of Evil Lyrics
I am the spirit of evil
Back from the dead
I’m here now out of darkness
To haunt your f**king nights
I am the spirit of evil
Back from the dead
And you’ll suffer
I was lost in the darkness searching the light
Glowing eyes showed me the way out
Through the tunnel of smoke i ride the light
And now i’m back to life, you’re gonna die
I’m your worst nightmare
I am the spirit of evil

Acid Android – Double Dare Lyrics

ACID ANDROIDDouble Dare Lyrics
I dare you to be real
To touch to touch a flickerring flame
The pangs, the pangs of dark delight
Don’t cower, don’t cower in night fright
Don’t back away just yet
from destinations set
I dare you to be proud
To dare to shout aloud
For convictions that you feel
Like sound from bells to peal
Don’t back away just yet
from destinations set
I dare you to be proud
To dare to shout aloud
For convictions that you feel
Like sound from bells to peal
I dare you to be real
To touch to touch a flickerring flame
The pangs, the pangs of dark delight
Don’t cower, don’t cower in night fright
I dare
I dare
I dare you-you-you

Slapshot – Bigmouth Strikes Again Lyrics

SLAPSHOTBigmouth Strikes Again Lyrics
Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking when I said I’d like to smash every tooth in your head
Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking when I said by rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed
And now I know how Joan of Arc felt…
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt as the flames rose to her roman nose and her Walkman started to melt
Bigmouth, bigmouth, bigmouth strikes again and I’ve got no right to take my place with the human race
Bigmouth, bigmouth, bigmouth strikes again and I’ve got no right to take my place with the human race
And now I know how Joan of Arc felt…
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt as the flames rose to her roman nose and her hearing aid started to melt
Bigmouth, bigmouth, bigmouth strikes again and I’ve got no right to take my place with the human race
Bigmouth, bigmouth, bigmouth strikes again and I’ve got no right to take my place with the human race
Bigmouth, bigmouth, bigmouth strikes again and I’ve got no right to take my place with the human race
Bigmouth, bigmouth, bigmouth strikes again and I’ve got no right to take my place with the human race
Bigmouth
Bigmouth
Bigmouth
Bigmouth
Bigmouth
Bigmouth
Bigmouth
Bigmouth
Bigmouth
Bigmouth
Bigmouth
Bigmouth
Bigmouth
Bigmouth
Bigmouth
Bigmouth
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Bigmouth
Bigmouth
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Access Zero – Lost Among The Reign Lyrics

ACCESS ZEROLost Among The Reign Lyrics
A little time to breath
well baby that’s all that you need
when the lies that proved your innocence seem to go and fade away
A little time to grieve
well baby that’s all that I need
when the time has come for living this lie to end, I’ll walk away
well I’m lost among the reign
of fast and blind devotion
I can’t find the will to stay
well I’m lost among the reign
of fast and blind devotion
I can’t find the will to stay
A little time to dream
well baby that’s all that I need
when I realize those words are untrue again, I’ll lie awake
A little time to bleed
well baby that’s all that I need
when I find that you’ve been using this time to long for yesterday
well I’m lost among the reign
of fast and blind devotion
I can’t find the will to stay
well I’m lost among the reign
of fast and blind devotion
I can’t find the will to stay
I can’t find the will to…
well I’m lost among the reign
of fast and blind devotion
I can’t find the will to stay
well I’m lost among the reign
of fast and blind devotion
I can’t find the will to stay
well I’m lost among the reign
of fast and blind devotion
I can’t find the will to stay