BADFINGERKing Of The Load Lyrics
He’s the king of the road
The old man, the child
The joker runnin’ wild, makin’ it funny
He’s of no fixed abode
When he carries the load
He’ll do anything he can to make it funny
But he’ll never say die
If he’s livin’ a lie
Pick up his hat and go
If there’s reason to cry
He’ll just make it a sigh
And wander on down the road
He’s a natural friend
With the money to lend
Or whatever it takes to turn you on, too
He’s the father, the son
He don’t owe anyone
All his debts are all paid
With his confection
Then he’ll wander away
With no time in his way
Pick up his hat and go
He’ll never say die
If he’s livin’ a lie
Just wander on down the road
Wander on down the road
[guitar solo (Pete Ham)]
And he’ll wander away
With no time in his way
Pick up his hat and go
He never said die
He was livin’ a lie
Just wandered on down the road
Wandered on down the road
Wandered on down the road
Ahhhhh
Mmmmmmmmm
Ahhhhh.
NIGHT SHIFTCommodores Lyrics
Marvin, he was a friend of mine
And he could sing a song
His heart in every line
Marvin sang of the joy and pain
He opened up our minds
And I still can hear him say
Aw talk to me so you can see
What’s going on
Say you will sing your songs
Forevermore (evermore)
Gonna be some sweet sounds
Coming down on the nightshift
I bet you’re singing proud
Oh I bet you’ll pull a crowd
Gonna be a long night
It’s gonna be all right
On the nightshift
Oh you found another home
I know you’re not alone
On the nightshift
Jackie (Jackie), hey what’you doing now
It seems like yesterday
When we were working out
Jackie (Jackie, oh) you set
The world on fire
You came and gifted us
Your love it lifted us
Higher and higher
Keep it up and
We’ll be there
At your side
Oh say you will sing
Your songs forevermore (evermore)
Gonna be some sweet sounds
Coming down on the nightshift
I bet you’re singing proud
Oh I bet you’ll pull a crowd
Gonna be a long night
It’s gonna be all right
On the nightshift
Oh you found another home
I know you’re not alone
On the nightshift
Gonna miss your sweet voice
That soulful voice
On the nightshift
We all remember you
Ooh the songs are coming through
At the end of a long day
It’s gonna be okay
On the nightshift
You found another home
I know you’re not alone
On the nightshift
INSPECTAH DECKYou Already Know Lyrics
[Kool G. to the Michigan, man
[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang]
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
[Inspectah Deck:]
Straight out the woods, where the hoods don’t come
It’s the legend and I’m second to none, son it’s better to run
Try and test before you get to ya gun
You gon’ leave with ya head in the trunk
Sho’ nuff I’m a beast on the stretch, realize
You done said ya last words once I reach for the hip
Man don’t even give me reason to flip, it’s the season to flip
You know the drill, so don’t even resist
The kid lives with the blade, one with the jungle
Calm and I’m humble, but I said it in the rage
I’m looking for some getback, getback
I’m quick to push ya wig back, nigga shouldn’t have did that
Now I’m on your ass like tight pants
All across mountain top, deep water and highlands
See me, see the Indian dance, for all ya’ll
I’m death in the flesh, remember my face
[Chorus] Rap:]
This religous get made, clean titles through the edge of a blade
Afro bro flow, smoother than ’70’s suede
Number one headband, hold an edge, you’se a dead man
Noted ID’s, IV’s or bed pans
Sword still left hand, blood in the red sand
You know where I rep the desert lands with a desert blam
The baby working my heavy hands, dudes call him Afro
Precise style from big piece to asshole
And y’all talk like I’m the one to listen
I’m on a long mission, dude is gone fishing
Seven thirty early, you beating the dog fisherman
I don’t chase ’em or replace ’em, I fish ’em in
I take a him shot, and walk away whistling
Plot on tops of the five fam at the christening
Bubble goose, double loop like the Michelen man
Streets of N.Y.C.
Gold chain riding round the city feeling like Diddy. Got my stick huh yeah I got my stick huh
40 with the klick got the beam on that b*tch. Diamonds dancing it my sing to your b*tch ou
Doing coke she might fein on my d*ck. What, test me run up on em’ test me
30 on me who gon’ test me 40 on me who gon’ test me what. Wait huh two two three yeah that b*tch on green
This b*tch wanna ring she can’t get a thing. S*x me I now this b*tch wanna neck me neck me neck me
I know this b*tch wanna neck me huh wait huh. I might pop a beam she might pop a beam
Now we seeing things huh all in magazines. What yeah baby you a slut huh let me bust a nut huh
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Feel all on her butt ou wait. I just bought a 50 it’s so pretty? Bentley truck yeah you got a jeep
Thats Chanel double pp all up on my feet. Diamonds on my teeth huh lil bro on the beat
Wanna be like me huh you can’t be like me. Lyrics Famous Dex – Dan the man
DJ what
Dexter ouu, f*ck your hah
Diamonds dancing like club tho
Huh f*cking b*tches, know what I’m saying
Dexter ou what yeah ah what.(dan the man)
AP diamonds dancing all up on my wrist
Blew your b*tch a kiss thats your b*tch she on my d*ck. Famous Dex lyrics
Video man They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t dexter ou what
They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t
They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t
Gold chain think I’m Diddyyy.
Yeah right …
Pay the taxes right away – yeah right! You’re young and dumb – yeah right! yeah right! Lyrics
Hey kid go find yourself a job – yeah right! You must be the same – yeah right! yeah right! You gotta live by and for the system
You don’t have the right to raise your voice
What they say is exactly what you’ll do
Don’t even try to resist, you’ll get screwed! Beer is not good for you! Thank even for this beautiful place
It’s god that gives us all the strength
And the religion fanatics will survive
You must be one of them to stay alive
Yeah right …
We hear the same rhetoric every f**kin’ day
We really don’t care ’bout what you say
TV, media, politics and all the society
Priests, lawyers, cops and even family
We’ll keep running our struggle
To all of you, close minded and blinded we say …
Yeah right! DECRETO 77Yeah Right! Sunday is the family day – yeah right! Punk rock sucks, music for slobs – yeah right! Stop being lazy and lame!
CAMILO SESTOPiel De Angel Lyrics
Hoy
como mañana
y como siempre
y de enero a diciembre
Una cama blanca
como la nieve
será nuestro refugio
de seis a nueve
de seis a nueve…
Tiempo de amor
amor a oscuras
que tan solo un cigarrillo
de vez en cuando
alumbra
ese amor que vive en
penumbra
que vive en penumbra
A escondidas
tengo que amarte
a escondidas
como un cobarde
A escondidas
cada tarde
mi alma vibra
mi cuerpo arde
A escondidas
cada tarde
te siento
piel de ángel
Somos
conversación predilecta
de gente
que se cree perfecta
Somos
de esos amores
prohibidos
a menores
por ser como son…
A escondidas
tengo que amarte
a escondidas
como un cobarde
A escondidas
cada tarde
mi alma vibra
mi cuerpo arde
A escondidas
cada tarde
te siento
piel de ángel
A escondidas
piel de ángel
tengo que amarte
como un cobarde
A escondidas
cada tarde…
LACSStomp Lyrics
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Stomp, stompin’ with my boots on (boots on)
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Let your country hang out (country hang out)
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Stomp, stompin’ with my boots on (boots on)
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Let your country hang out (country hang out)
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Chevrolet so high, gotta, gotta
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Southern style with a twist (with a twist)
Coming on in and I stompin’ with my boots on
This ain’t for them boys with the suits on
I ain’t playing I just came to get my groove on
Pulling on up in an old school two tone
Chevrolet so high I can’t see ya
If the haters give me salt Imma mix it with tequila
City boys, man I wouldn’t wanna to be ya
Let your country hangout and your redneck will free ya
Talking shit, shootin shine like it’s nothing
Baby girl, said I gotta show you something
Dropping that thong to a Steve Earle song
Little copperhead row, baby got it going on
This ain’t the next best, it’s the real thing
We practice what we preach every time we sing
Country rap rock southern style with the twist
That’s how it is, so let us live
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Stomp, stompin’ with my boots on (boots on)
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Let your country hang out (country hang out)
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Chevrolet so high, gotta, gotta
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Southern style with a twist (with a twist)
Si-sip-sippin a little bit of that sauce
If there ain’t no law, go ahead and show it off
Put your boots on, let me see if you can stomp
You gotta be a redneck, listen to ’em talk
You heading my way shit might get wild
Gonna have a dirt road ride a few miles
Looking for the glow from a big burn pile
Hanging out in the city really ain’t my style
Crooked little smile start feeling that buzz
Go ahead and make your day outta playing in the mud
White trash blood running through my veins
Guess you wouldn’t understand it’s a country boy thang
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Stomp, stompin’ with my boots on (boots on)
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Let your country hang out (country hang out)
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Chevrolet so high, gotta, gotta
Put your boots on, let me see it (let me see it)
Southern style with a twist (with a twist)
LACSThem Country Boys Lyrics
Bonfiring, moon shining
Four wheel drive with the mud inside it
Big gunning, no running
Won’t back up, we just keep it coming
Cut me on loose in the backwoods
Buck knife, shotgun, shine and I’m all good
Riding on some old back roads, getting live
Creek bank, tail dropped with a bonfire
Rebel flag flies high around here
Pretty women with them tanned up thighs round here
We keep a cooler full of ice cold beer
And we like to keep our trucks sitting high around here
We keep it moving slow, we keep it feeling fine
We keep it anyway but living that city life
So if you didn’t know I guess you know now
This is how the country folks like to hangout
Bonfiring, moon shining
Four wheel drive with the mud inside it
Big gunning, no running
Won’t back up, we just keep it coming
Oh oh oh oh what you know about them country boys
Oh oh oh oh what you know about them country boys
Now where the pavement ends up against the two path road
And my family and friends the only ones that should know
Take a right at the big lot, go pass the food plot
Wrap it on around and then you’ll find my spot
Now my pad is just a little shack in the woods
But my gun rack keeps my food stacked and I’m good
I take a swig of the shine, a little backwoods proof
I can’t help to ask myself man what would Hank do
He probably laugh a little bit then he’d light up a smoke
And at the end he would finish off his Jimmy and Coke
I’m just a small town country boy, backwoods raised
And at the end of everyday that’s how I’m gon’ stay (hey)
Bonfiring, moon shining
Four wheel drive with the mud inside it
Big gunning, no running
Won’t back up, we just keep it coming
Oh oh oh oh what you know about them country boys
Oh oh oh oh what you know about them country boys
Bonfiring, moon shining
Four wheel drive with the mud inside it
Big gunning, no running
Won’t back up, we just keep it coming
Bonfiring, moon shining
Four wheel drive with the mud inside it
Big gunning, no running
Won’t back up, we just keep it coming
Oh oh oh oh what you know about them country boys
Oh oh oh oh what you know about them country boys
LACSTonight On Repeat Lyrics (feat. Josh Thompson)
The fire light on you does something to me
Just let it burn
Keep tonight on repeat
I got my fingers crossed that weather man said no rain
I wanna get ya lost and set us off a slow flame
Hold ya maybe steal a kiss
Embers in the sky fall
Me I’m a whiskey man
She’s my little fireball
Shes everything that i want
Take it slow for the night
Finally got you alone
Get it stuck on rewind
We can make this a thing
Keep forever in mind
Lets keep it burning baby me you is so right
()
Chillin in the fire light
Buzzin on them blue eyes
Sippin on whatever we got we got on
Workin on those smooth lines
Waitin for the right time
Makin sure the fire don’t stop don’t stop
Yeah this thing can last all night
Till the sun comes round and steals the moonlight
We chillin
We buzzin
We sippin
We feelin all right
The fire light on you does something to me
Just let it burn
Keep tonight on repeat
The fire is burning
Music’s right
I can stay till the morning light
You know it’s just one of them times
Where everything just goes so right
I’m feeling her
She’s feeling me
Right now I’m just trying to see
Just how far this thing can go
And how good this can really be
Gettin lost in them baby blues
Puts me right back in the mood
Taking it slow and playing it cool
Trying to come up with something smooth
All i can do is drink and grin
We just trying to get it in
The way she dancin and romancin
Got me feeling like a kid again
()
Chillin in the fire light
Buzzin on them blue eyes
Sippin on whatever we got we got on
Workin on them smooth lines
Waitin for the right time
Makin sure the fire don’t stop don’t stop
Yeah this thing can last all night
Till the sun comes round and steals the moonlight
We chillin
We buzzin
We sippin
We feelin all right
The fire light on you does something to me
Just let it burn
Keep tonight on repeat
The fire light on you
Does something to me
Just let it burn
Let it burn.burn burn
()
Chillin in the fire light
Buzzin on them blue eyes
Sippin on whatever we got we got on
Workin on them smooth lines
Waitin for the right time
Makin sure the fire don’t stop don’t stop
Yeah this thing can last all night
Till the sun comes round and steals the moonlight
We chillin
We buzzin
We sippin
We feelin all right
The fire light on you does something to me
Just let it burn
Keep tonight on repeat
Tonight on repeat
Just let it burn
Keep tonight on repeat
The fire light on you does something to me
Just let it burn
Keep tonight on repeat
The fire light
The fire light
The fire light on you
Just let it burn
The fire light on you
Does something to me
Just let it burn
Keep tonight on repeat
LACSTylenol Lyrics
Cause it’s a, a long fall when you’re six foot tall. To nights we won’t remember and to friends we won’t forget. Shut the curtains, cut the lights, and hit me up tomorrow night. Keep bangin my head up against the wall, wishin that I had a king sized Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol. They said I had a ball but don’t remember it all. I told myself it wouldn’t happen again. I need a bed and I don’t even wanna hear the word work. The ladies say that I can get extremely friendly. Too much alcohol, I need a king sized Tylenol. Cause it’s a, a long fall when you’re six foot tall. I lost my knife, don’t you know, I bought it down in Mexico. Too much alcohol, I need a king sized Tylenol. The problem is that I don’t know my limit at all and there’s usually nothing there to help me cushion my fall. Shortly after that I go to losin my memories. The sunshine woke me up, I fell asleep in my truck. Now doctor, doctor tell me what I did wrong. Keep bangin my head up against the wall, wishin that I had a king sized Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol. My stomach’s makin awful sounds, my ole head’s spinnin round. Cause it’s a, a long fall when you’re six foot tall. I guess I had a heavy foot, I must have blowed the motor up. They said I had a ball but don’t remember it all. Man, I only tried to sing every Merle Haggard song. Just a few cold lights and I’m through for the night, but I go to drinkin whiskey and gin. I won’t forget that crazy trip from three spring breaks ago. Too much alcohol, I need a king sized Tylenol. Leanin on and let it be the hangover recipe. They said I had a ball but don’t remember it all. Keep bangin my head up against the wall, wishin that I had a king sized Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol. Budd it up, hammer down, once again passed out. I looked at him, he looked at me, I filled my cup a time or three. The Jager smell is all around, open the door, into the ground. I need some Tylenol quick so I can do it all again. It goes bang, bang beating my head cause it hurts. Havin fun with Jimmy Bean and then I lost my memory.
LACSWorth It Lyrics
One too many girls, too many shots
Three in the morning and the party don’t stop
For the good times, fifth of creek
Only six more days till the weekend’s here
Come morning, I’m gonna be hurting
But damn it was worth it
I see a little number, what’s another shot or two
But I can’t stay too late I got stuff I gotta do
That’s what I said when I got here six hours ago
Shoot the shit we threw a fifth play of set em up joe
If you’re gonna be dumb, man you gotta be tough
I gotta get up in the morning and it’s gonna be rough
But the girls are looking pretty and the shine’s so smooth
Now’s a good a time as any to make my move
If I leave right now, I’ll get a couple hours sleep
Time’s flying by tonight but tomorrow it’ll creep
Yeah we working outside so I’m praying for rain
Then come tomorrow night, we’re gonna do it the same
One too many girls, too many shots
Three in the morning and the party don’t stop
For the good times, fifth of creek
Only six more days till the weekend’s here
Come morning, I’m gonna be hurting
But damn it was worth it
Counting down days till I’m free for the week
Cut loose from the boss, get lost in the creek
Party in the woods where the law won’t ride
Get loud as you want to, go ahead and get live
Nothing like the feeling when you’re chilling getting drunk
Put the girls in the front, let them Kenwood’s bump
Head on out of town where it all goes down
Dinkin’ til’ we pass out, how we do it in the south
Yeah, might be trouble in the sunrise
Cheap shades don’t hide my red eyes
Hungover but I’m ready for the next night
Holler when it’s party time
One too many girls, too many shots
Three in the morning and the party don’t stop
For the good times, fifth of creek
Only six more days till the weekend’s here
Come morning, I’m gonna be hurting
But damn it was worth it
Worth it, worth it
Party don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
Damn, one too many girls
Party don’t stop, don’t stop
Keep it coming
Close knit, we take care of her own
We’ll be here when y’all long gone
Pine trees, the black ground
Them country folks don’t back down
Betta learn how to act round
Or get your ass straight slapped down
My daddy taught me how to hold a gun
Lead and shoot, hit ’em on the run
Plow and planting, live off the land
Hunting, fishing, and how to be a man
We don’t need no grocery store
Just go to the field and get some more
We tried to tell them city folks
But they won’t ever really know
Got an old knife and an old truck
Bunch of old guns and some old stuff
I was taught to live them old ways
We’ve been doing this since them old days
We don’t need no big mansion
Just a mud hole and river landing
Crank it up, grow with us
We’ll show y’all how the country does
Out here, shotguns and buck knives
Disappear, in the woods by sunrise
And out here, it’s all built with your hands
You gotta live it to understand, that’s how we do it
Way out here where the law don’t be patrollin’
You can throw back beer, raise hell, no one will know it
Buddy, way out here it’s slow and easy livin’
Got a buzz on chillin (chillin)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
Southern talk, southern raised
I’ll be damn, I ever change
Hit that jar, pass it around
Kick back, pa gonna gonna tell ’em
Bout’ them dirt roads that dead end
Them rednecks get loose
And my four wheel drives my best friend
That Bentley ain’t gon’ do
So I creep on, to that creek bank
Bout’ drunk as hell, can’t see straight
That john boat witta’ 25, pay me no mind, ease by
No street lights flashing on
No service on my cell phone
That shine got a little bit of bite
But it goes down right, call it that home grown
Boys how you like that shotgun
Ain’t got the aim when I pop one
That buck up in the back of that truck
Them boys like damn, he got one
I shoot it, skin it, clean it, drop it in my pot to fry
If the rack is big enough, I hang it on my wall to shine
Ain’t no lie, can’t do that
Grand daddy find out, whip that ass
Redneck laws we grew up on
Take them back roads, can’t go wrong
Buddy, my bloodline and my last name
Make shit change about me
See y’all high class and I’m white trash
And that’s all I’m ever go be
Out here, shotguns and buck knives
Disappear, in the woods by sunrise
And out here, it’s all built with your hands
You gotta live it to understand, that’s how we do it
Way out here where the law don’t be patrollin’
You can throw back beer, raise hell, no one will know it
Buddy, way out here it’s slow and easy livin’
Got a buzz on chillin (chillin)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
(Out out here) Where we come from
(Out here, out here) We like to shoot our guns
(Out out here) We take care of our own
(Out here, out here) That’s where we call home
I said out here, where we come from
Out here, we like to shoot our guns
I said out here, we take care of our own
Out here, that’s where we call home
Out here, shotguns and buck knives
Disappear, in the woods by sunrise
And out here, it’s all built with your hands
You gotta live it to understand, that’s how we do it
Way out here where the law don’t be patrollin’
You can throw back beer, raise hell, no one will know it
Buddy, way out here it’s slow and easy livin’
Got a buzz on chillin (chillin)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
That’s how we do it out here (way out here)
That’s how we do it out here LACSOut Here Lyrics
Yeah, better know where you at, out here
Just a roughneck, country bumpkin
What y’all think?
Crucifix)
I’ve been a rough houser, a good time sleep arounder
A straight up whiskey pounder, till I don’t know my name
I’ve been a church goer, a front pew bible holder
A cry on my momma’s shoulder when she saw me change
But each day’s a choice, which one I’m gonna be…
God bless outlaws like me
I curse the sun, I pray for rain
I’ve run a mile to walk through pain
I’ve seen the worst and I’ve seen the best that I could be
God bless outlaws like me
I’ve been an SOB’er, a night time bar room leaner
A go back and forth betweener, and that’s the truth
And I’ve been a come home early, get to my girl in a hurry
At night so she didn’t worry, I even said I love you
But each day’s days a choice, to love her or livin’ free…
God bless outlaws like me
I curse the sun, I pray for rain
I’ve run a mile to walk through pain
I’ve seen the worst and I’ve seen the best that I could be
God bless outlaws like me
I curse the sun, I pray for rain
I’ve run a mile to walk through pain
I’ve seen the worst and I’ve seen the best man I can be
God bless outlaws, God bless outlaws
God bless outlaws like me LACSOutlaw In Me Lyrics (feat.
Go on,
Relax the day away. It gets hotter than a sauna down here in Daytona. Take the coke in the cocunut,
Mix it with the ball. I’m just a country fly Lac boy straight from the woods and the party came to town so you know it’s all good. Oo,
Lay back in that Florida sun. Pour shots to body shots doin anything you want. Go on,
Relax. All up on the water,
And down up in the sand. The pineapple moonshine,
Drop it on the top. Hell,
Tell me what you want baby I could be your man. I got my boots laced up and I got plenty of beer. I got all my girls with me and the party don’t stop,
Rockin cut off shorts and small bikini tops. Oo,
Lay back in that Florida sun,
Yay yay. I don’t know if she in town but then again she might. Party don’t stop,
Don’t stop,
Don’t stop. We could dance all night til your body gets numb. We surrounded by a party so just follow the coast. Got to find a little smokin hot time,
Got to know a little somethin about a one point five. Hear the music down the beach from a building radio. Little somethin on the rocks. Oo,
Lay back in that Florida sun,
Yay yay. Go on,
Relax. We can take a little walk round the bout low tide. Got my new feel fast,
Got my money saved up. Sarah Ross)
Party don’t stop,
Don’t stop,
Don’t stop. If you thinkin bout chillin man I got it on lock now. LACSRelacs Lyrics (feat. If you thinkin bout chillin man I got it on lock now. There’s a party everywhere that the warm breeze blows. Little somethin on the rocks. We can make the boat rock if the fish don’t bite. Oo,
Lay back in that Florida sun,
Sun,
Sun. If you thinkin bout chillin man I got it on lock now. Got a drink in your hand,
Lift up your cups. Go on,
Relax the day away. Y’all don’t know the ruitine,
Got to start it off right. One sober,
Two bad,
Three shots for me. Hit the corner boozin,
Got a designated driver. Keep my cooler on ice and my drinks ice cold. I got to get it,
Get it goin down to Canada’s pier. You ain’t waiting on me,
Cause I’m all packed up. Summertime breeze and the sun is hot,
So come on everybody,
Take one more shot. Come rain or shine we could party all night. Little somethin on the rocks. Four past says sunny,
And everything looks lovely. Oo,
Lay back in that Florida sun. Let your window down,
Turn off your AC. Oo,
Lay back in that Florida sun. Go on,
Relax the day away. Swish it left to right til you feel it in your gums. We still goin when the sun comes up. Oo,
Lay back in that Florida sun,
Yay yay.
LACSRiver Life Lyrics
The river life
Give a little more throttle, plane it out nice
Watch out for stumps, left means right
Drove my daddy round seven bush hooks
Can’t learn about that in them old textbooks
Me and my buddies used to skip school
Jump in that boat and ride to half moon
Tried to be smooth till the plug popped out
Sunk daddy’s boat and just about drowned
Daddy came home and found me outside
Beat me with a piece of electrical wire
Years went by, he bought a new boat
I said daddy can I drive, he says nope
You got a long ways to go
Before you know what makes that river flow
Boy, it’s gonna take a lot of time and many miles
Just you and that old jon boat
But, if you learn to take sweet time
And realize the fish won’t always bite
Son, there’s so much life waiting for you in that river
Living that river life
I was raised up right, on the Altamaha
Some of the best cat fishing I ever saw
I still remember running ol’ trout lines
And checking them out before supper time
Ain’t nothing in the world like riverbank camping
Fishing all day just to see who’s champion
Cheese grits and a little Bud Light
When the sun goes down we’ll have a big fish fry
Get the grease hot while the fish are soaking
And don’t take them up till they all are floating
Boy you gotta love this ol’ river life
A poor man’s beach and a country boy’s paradise
You got a long ways to go
Before you know what makes that river flow
Boy, it’s gonna take a lot of time and many miles
Just you and that old jon boat
But, if you learn to take sweet time
And realize the fish won’t always bite
Son, there’s so much life waiting for you in that river
Living that river life
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Put your cricket on and let him run with it till the hook’s set
Good mess by the five gallon bucket
If you can’t catch that man it ain’t gonna cut it
Gotta go ahead and gut it when you get to the bank
Hit the cooker with the flame when you lit the propane
It’s a damn good eating when you do it how it’s done
Hell a bad day’s fish, still a good day’s fun
Damn right I was raised up like that
Ain’t nothing but a redneck river rat
Still laugh when I think back to daddy saying
Boy you didn’t do too bad
You got a long ways to go
Before you know what makes that river flow
Boy, it’s gonna take a lot of time and many miles
Just you and that old jon boat
But, if you learn to take sweet time
And realize the fish won’t always bite
Son, there’s so much life waiting for you in that river
Living that river life
You got a long ways to go
Before you know what makes that river flow
Boy, it’s gonna take a lot of time and many miles
Just you and that old jon boat
But, if you learn to take sweet time
And realize the fish won’t always bite
Son, there’s so much life waiting for you in that river
Living that river life
LACSNothing In Particular Lyrics
man, been workin hard all week
monday to friday
today, i guess im just goin do uh…
man i guess im goin do nothing in particular
anybody wants to come do that with me
ya’ll are welcome, c’mon
Nothing in particular, and im doin it all day long, a hot grill and a cooler of beer and a CD of my favorite songs, a lotta
nothing in particular and i do it well, so much of nothing on the schedule now, and im invitin’ all of ya’ll to help
ain’t doin nothing in particular just livin my life, i thank the lord for my friends, family, youngin’s, and wife, another
day in the country and it sure feels good, ain’t no hustle and bustle out here in the woods, just a lot of good folks, a lot
of hard work, a whole lot of love for the man above, everyday is a blessing im above the ground, around here folks wave when
you ride through town, ain’t got no schedule for myself to do, might fire up the grill, or play some horseshoes, wherever im
at is right where ill be, so load up your trucks, and come hang with me, im doin…
Nothing in particular, and im doin it all day long, a hot grill and a cooler of beer and a CD of my favorite songs, a lotta
nothing in particular and i do it well, so much of nothing on the schedule now, and im invitin’ all of ya’ll to help
Now ya’ll listen up, cuz im a tell you the truth, that there aint nothing better than jeans and boots, ridin’ in a truck on
an old dirt road, and crankin’ up Waylon on the radio, knowin’ that tomorrow may or may not come, but today is all good out
here in the woods, life in the country is a blessin’ ya’ll, eatin’ deep fried turkey with some dressin’ ya’ll, there aint no
reason for stressin’ ya’ll, just do what i do, and yall gonna have a ball, so dont take no plans on this here day, when they
ask you what your doin, this is what you say
just livin’ and lovin’, laughin’ and thankin’ god for the day, what else can i say, so load up your truck and come hang with
me, im doin nothing in particular, ya’ll come see, im doin…
Nothing in particular, and im doin it all day long, a hot grill and a cooler of beer and a CD of my favorite songs, a lotta
nothing in particular and i do it well, so much of nothing on the schedule now, and im invitin’ all of ya’ll to help
Nothing in particular,
(we do this stuff all day)and im doin it all day long,
(Country girls come out and play, we always get it on this way)
a hot grill and a cooler of beer and a CD of my favorite songs, a lotta nothing in particular
(We can do this stuff all day)
and i do it well,
(country girls come out and play, we always get it on this way)
so much of nothing on the schedule now, and im invitin’ all of ya’ll to help
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Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: rake it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: rake it up (what?)
Break it down, bag it up (bag it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up (fuck it up, rake it up)
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (ayy)
VVS in my chum, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sendin’ bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m a Phillipe Chow, (what?) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me, she picked up the check, home (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why?)
‘Cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy
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[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
I tell all my hoes: rake it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: rake it up (what?)
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up (fuck it up, rake it up)
Yo, yo
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad Trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits)
I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Re-rep Queens like Supreme, ask Webb and Nitti
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wr-wrist game is freezin’ like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole (grrr)
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[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: rake it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: rake it up (what?)
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up (fuck it up, rake it up)
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti & Too Short]
Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talkin’ about
All these gossipin’ ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talkin’, nigga, that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showin’ up in court
Bitch, we don’t do no gossipin’, we don’t do no arguin’
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (rumors, brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fuckin’ cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
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[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: rake it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: rake it up (what?)
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up (fuck it up, rake it up)
Rake It Up Lyrics by Nicki Minaj x Yo Gotti
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It’s a scratch on the skin
It’s a tear in the screen
First (?) going down
I crack in the wall
Just spie on the sun
Of first pull of the sin our dream as it’s coming undone
Your not gone but I feel it coming on
It’s the peel of the paint
It’s a (?)
It’s the kiss that you mess but chained as it’s leaving down
Your not gone but I feel it coming on
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I don’t know how
How you say goodbye
But it won’t be long
I can feel it coming on
So pretend your (?)
Keep me (?)
‘Cause you don’t wanna touch
Wanna talk you just say nothings wrong
But I feel it coming on
I don’t know how
How you say goodbye
But it won’t be long
‘Till the Strom blowing
And the whole damn brace
‘Till your standing there
Saying what you said you never say
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It’s a stop of a heart
It’s a drop of tear
It’s the words on tip of you tongue that I don’t wanna hear
Your gone but I feel it coming on
You won’t be alone
But i feel it coming on
Feel It Coming On Lyrics by Kelly Clarkson
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