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Waylon Jennings - Trouble man lyrics

Waylon Jennings - Trouble man lyrics



Trouble man by Waylon Jennings


Verse 1:
E
I was so ugly the doctor slapped my momma when i was born
Then he took out his pocket knife and cut off my horns
He said lady if you ain't already picked out a name
Go ahead on and call him trouble man
B A
He's gonna be wild,i'm giving you warning
G B E
He's gotta have room,keep an eye on him
Verse 2:
E
I grew up with long and lean and hungry looks
I learned you can't go nowhere when you go by the book
People all around me earthbound,i learned how to fly
Upside,downside,ouside,sailing on by
B A
Out of my reach,out of my hands
G B E
Out of control,trouble man
Verse 3:
E
I've been so far in all directions as you can get
I ain't never had enough of anything yet
I had women that tore me apart without any reason
I say baby i don't get mad i just get even
B A
I don't explain if you don't understand
G B E
I'm my own man,trouble man
Trouble man

Waylon Jennings - Theme from the dukes of hazzard (good ol' boys) lyrics

Waylon Jennings - Theme from the dukes of hazzard (good ol' boys) lyrics



Theme from the dukes of hazzard (good ol' boys) by Waylon Jennings


Just'a good ol' boys
Never meanin' no harm.
Beats all you never saw
Been in trouble with the law
Since the day they was born
Staightnin' the curves
Flatnin the hills
Someday the mountain might get 'em
But the law never will
Makin' their way
The only way they know how
That's just a little bit more
Than the law will allow.
Makin' their way
The only way they know how
That's just a little bit more
Than the law will allow.
I'm a good ol' boy
You know my momma loves me
But she don't undestand
They keep a showin my hands and not my face on TV
OH YEA

Xzibit - Likwit connection lyrics

Xzibit - Likwit connection lyrics



Likwit connection by Xzibit


"but it's a herut-likwit crew connection"(sample) 2x
[defari]
Don't regret it, you had your chance and couldn't set it
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time, forget it
Hear me on radio, live vocally do edits
E-swift scratchin and threading, with supreme unleaded
Only the best out the likwit crew out the west
And we shine time after time writting lyri-gets
On freshly buffed and waxed marble steps
Defari got a stlye that's iller than tourrettes
Make you switch, make a b**ch get undressed
Make people in the club wanna dance chest to chest
Bruised falcon, strive for perfection like malcolm
Back the name wit potential, but now they know the outcome
So now the ticket's weakened, I stay away from tricks
Defari, phil da agony, xzibit, and tha liks
"the world's" "but it's a herut-likwit crew connection"
[phil da agony]
Yo, talk a big game, play a big game
You know my motherf**kin name
Phil da agony, it's all the same same
Game tight, crescent heights, get the name right
I do seven songs in the same night
Work ethic, proper etiquette, the better sh*t
I want my gold plaque for this sh*t
Soon as the stores get it (you get it)
Focused daily, likwit activity
Phil da agony causing you total tragedy
[xzibit]
My chest is burning from the hennesy rock
Yo I live to see the enemy drop
The safety night got kennedy shot
It's political, the way I smash down is pitiful
Situation critical, barely breathin in a hospital
Dead meat, we give it like professional athletes
The elite wit a chick for everyday of the week
I'm talking monday through sunday
Models walkin up and down the runway
I take a lethal role in the gunplay
To finish wit flyin colors, tha alkaholik brothers
Connected, respect it, ain't no choice but to love us
It's not, east to west, I want the whole world behind me
I got niggas in l.a. sayin "f**k guiliani"
[tash]
I'm hella-cocky on the mic, I f**k it up on jeep beats
So while you rockin to this beat, the beat is rockin to me
Foul-mouth catashtrophe, I knock heads since '93
So when you come across my style, it's like you smacked into a tree
I turn the heat up in this b**ch, I make the women strip fast
So no matter what you do you can't f**k wit big tash
I came to kick your ass, quick fast, not to house you
I want your homies saying "tash smacked the sh*t out you"
Smoke something, drink something, eat lyrics that twist
This that sh*t that's on your baby momma's christmas list
? so balls? amount to this, no matter what y'all niggas name is
You're not as famous, as the likwit entertainers
"the world's famous" but it's a herut-likwit crew connection (2x)
[j-ro]
It's the likwit coalition, start the mission
We gonna turn this into a tradition
My b-boy stance is updated, I feel like we made it
Even though we underrated
Yo, it's to the ro, act a fool over flow
I got the uncanny ability to cold rock a show
I got fired from my job cuz I was late to my shift
Cuz I was drinkin a fifth, wit john jingle heimer smith
And here's another caper from the lyric landscaper
I write flows wit two by fo's wit sand paper
Now what is a mc if he can't flow
Up next is e-swift and my name is j-ro
[e-swift]
We don't give a f**k if you down wit such and such
You can still get touched, by the likwit bumrush
Better train hard before you face me
You better off fightin royce gracey
To get me out that ass you gotta mace me
I make mcs wanna tap out, before I blow they back out
Likwit niggas winnin every bout
Rippin mcs like cheap jeans
f**k your dj and your mainstream production team
And if you sleepin on us, then sweet dreams
Cuz when you ain't lookin we be bookin mad shows makin cream
My profession is killin studio sessions wit no question (what's that)
It's the likwit crew connection
"the world's famous" "but it's a herut-likwit crew connection" (7x)

Xzibit - Likwit rhyming lyrics

Xzibit - Likwit rhyming lyrics



Likwit rhyming by Xzibit


[xzibit]
From now and forever it's the likwit emcee
"from now and forever it's the likwit emcee" -scratched by tony touch
[defari]
Danger danger, wild west ranger ranger
Rearrange'a the mark ass stranger
Behold, the look on my face stone cold
With a rare cowboy style that never grow old
I'm the golden state bear with a rough flare, plus debanare
Time for me and mine, but for any kind I can't care
Stormy weather rain liquid
Defari con tony toca, tash, and xzibit
Break necks bounce with it when I spit it
Knockin this jam is a form of calastenics
Let it knock when you mashin down the block
Rims spank with the car wash
Watch the b**ches stop
An look, always stay five steps ahead
Hard at work, while you tricks lay in bed
Dead to the world but ? hayru? he be the sun
Always burnin, 'cuz my job is never done
Run from one time I rather dump an ak
Thats for all the black and brown that got carried away
To the morg, when I look in the mirror I see the lord
"oh my god" -scratched by tt
[tash]
Since niggas wanna set trip
It's time to start the checklist
Tash the likwit rhymer runnin through your city reckless
Blame it on the hennisey, we drink that sh*t for breakfast
My style be standin out like my homie tony's necklace
This is flawless raw'less for ya ballers
Nah, f**k y'all, this is for all my drunken alcoholiks
Nah, f**k dat, this is for my homie tony touch
I told ya homeboy we come through in the clutch
New york, l.a. it's not the same thing
Y'all niggas rob, out here we gangbang
Guns to the ammo, niggas think they rambo
Standin on the corner with they khakis and they flannel
Dang yo' flow sound just like d's
Who wanna battle three g's for t's
Please, read it off the lips of the alki-bumrusher
f**k you up so bad, tony wouldn't wanna touch ya
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
I'll f**k you up so bad, tony wouldn't wanna touch ya
Say what?
I'll f**k you up so bad, tony wouldn't wanna touch ya
[xzibit]
Lets get upclose and personal, malicious, sid vicious
I bang b**ches, you might find yourself missin tonight
Rapper's delight, keep it at the house but ain't f**kin it right
Got'choo stuck in the headlights, can't move
Impact is all of the sudden, vehicular homicide
But I ain't stoppin for nothin
Me and my cousin, strong buzzin, and playin a dozen
Pushin and shovin', leads to gettin sucked and rolled up
Like a nigga with a mask and a gun, hold up
Rappers act like they ain't gon' die for small fry
Try to reply, don't touch what you ain't gon' buy
I ain't gon' lie, motherf**ker love to get high
Barely get by with scr*ps and pennies
Now we winnin grammy's and emmy's
And party with the henni and remi
Got a big bang theory nigga keepin it hot
Its the art versus ? ? ? or not
[scratched by tt]
"let me show some off me skills here"
"alright....that does it"

Xzibit - My writes lyrics

Xzibit - My writes lyrics



My writes by Xzibit


[dove]
Yo - who hold guns and rock ice bigger than life;
Got b**ches throwin they drawers on stage - that ain't me!
I raise kids, push whips, p**s an mc
Love money like I love my moms
Love my nigga com sense when he bang dents all up in they wallets
Wall to wall bullsh*t I got hardwood floors
Set sail for tour ever since eighty-nine
So y'all are f**kin the same hoes who used to be mine
[tash]
And I've been waitin three summers to rhyme longside my people
Rico, de la, inject you with the lethal
Dose of hop-hippin if you thought catash was slippin
Then put that drink down, you drunk off what you sippin
Catash put the dip in dip dive socialize
f**k around with me and next you'll find yo' crib burglarized
[xzibit]
Yo you better recognize and try to an*lyze this
Hand over fist - how can a man act like a b**ch?
Change and switch, snitch on his crew
Yo get rid of the niggaz before the same thing happen to you
[pos]
And they'll leave your ass sticky like glue
Blood leakin out, girls freakin out, motherf**kin cops tweakin out
Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin deez nuts
Smugglin these cuts from s.c., you best be-
-lieve there's no web or leave a net
We done swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo
Chorus: all together
What you know about my writes? (my writes)
What you know about what's weak, what's tight?
And what you know about an off night? (uhh)
What you know about niggaz frontin for the light?
And what you know about them gun fights? (gun fights)
Got a nigga duckin while them girls show fright
What you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)
[xzibit]
Yeah, yeah, look
I'm samson without delilah, the soul survivor
The drunk driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake
Chop it up with the family, wash it down with alcohol
My telly's a desert eagle for all the f**kin shots I called
My niggaz gotta ball, never settle for less
Heavy metal, heavy on yo' chest like two breasts
Step into my office cause it's time for you to roll somethin
One false move, and we gon' beat you like you stole somethin
[pos]
Yo these style I kick should be called ? ? rap
Drawin the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I want it
They stomach what I throw, they know I'm right for they diet
They librarian flow keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh)
The love I lost outweighs the rhymes I gain
But the fact that I spit 'em makes me cherish the name
So pass the mic so I can put in my share
I rip it from home to l.a.
With connectin flights to rip it elsewhere
[j-ro]
Drinkin up black & tan in the back of a van
I learned as a young man - long trip, p**s in a can
Gettin a house for two grand, now you got your own land
Let your mind expand, everyday have a plan
Ro-gram is rare earth, swingin black tarzan
You got to live with the cards dealt in yo' hand
Stay young like peter pan, like sly, take a stand
And go uptown saturday night like ichiban
[dove]
I keep it dirty like under the bed (dirty)
Dirty like uncle red; aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty brown likwit flow thicker than the yoo-hoo
Dirt you dishin out, chef tellin it all
Face down in the dirt, doin my dirty work
Expert, tryin to regulate my network
Head jerk, spice it with rice, stick with it
If they ask who cut the grits i'ma say e-swift did it
Chorus w/ minor variations
[tash]
And I've been known to get it on, past the break of the dawn
Tash'll punch you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin diss songs? spit that rhyme my way
I can shut y'all niggaz down like the y-2-k
I did a tour in ninety-four with de la soul and tribe
We on the same vibe, cause real niggaz coincide
("right-right-right..") the situation is drastic
But see songs like these is why this album goin classic
[j-ro]
This is for the dj, bring it back one time
I drop bombs like when my moms told me to rhyme
I'm - old school like my dad is
So add this, to your collect', plug won - who the baddest?
[pos]
Aiyyo we theme park status, upstage these niggaz like gladys
Them little pips, they done tripped the wire
Blamin they legs, while I'm claimin these tunes
In this we'll stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms
[xzibit]
Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real from the plastic
And I gotta say no names
Play no games, hit the switches, crack the frame
Show no shame or f**k it all up, take the blame
Brand name fresh out the box type hustle
Manpower success is mind over muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the loss
I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss
Nailed to the cross it's time to return
My only concern is makin sure that hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass niggaz
Is all up in the game and don't deserve to be down
[j-ro]
Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick back
De la, xzibit and tha liks came to get that
And what you know about us droppin ya
And leavin you with half a face like the phantom of the opera?
Chorus w/ minor variations
[chorus extended]
Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)
[tash]
You got the right to shut the f**k up! {*laughing*}

Waylon Jennings - Bob wills is still the king lyrics

Waylon Jennings - Bob wills is still the king lyrics



Bob wills is still the king by Waylon Jennings


Here's a song I wrote on a plane between Dallas and Austin
goin to El Paso
whoops
Now this is what gave us the idea to come down here,
this is a song about a guy that probably did as much for
our kind of music as anybody.
Well the Honky Tonks in Texas were my natural second home
the way you tip your hat to the ladies in the rose of San Antone
I grew up on music that we call western swing
it don't matter whose in Austin, Bob Wills is still the King
Lawd, I can still remember the way things were back then
in spite of all the hard times i'd live it all again
to hear the Texas Playboys and Tommy Duncan sing
makes me proud to be from Texas where Bob Wills is still the King
You can hear the Grand Ol Opry in Nashville Tennessee
its the home of country music on that we all agree
but when you cross that ol Red River hoss,
that just don't mean a thing
once youre down in Texas, Bob Wills is still the King
If you aint never been there, then I guess you aint been told
that you just can't live in Texas unless you got alot of soul
its the home of Willie Nelson, the home of western swing
he'll be the first to tell you, Bob Wills is still the King.

Waylon Jennings - The last cowboy song lyrics

Waylon Jennings - The last cowboy song lyrics



The last cowboy song by Waylon Jennings


(Ed Bruce - Ron Peterson)
This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
The music is sad as they're singing along
Another piece of America's lost.
He rides a feed lot and clerks in a market
On weekends selling tobacco and beer
His days're spent surrounded by fences
But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here.
The Old Chisholm Trail is covered by concrete
They truck 'em to market in fifty foot rigs
They blow by his market never slowing to reason
Like living and dying was all he did.
This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
The music is sad as they're singing along
Another piece of America's lost.
This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
The music is sad as they're singing along
Another piece of America's lost.
This is the last cowboy song...

Xzibit - Back 2 the way it was lyrics

Xzibit - Back 2 the way it was lyrics



Back 2 the way it was by Xzibit


Yeah.. yo.. c'mon
Ride wit me, lemme take you somewhere
[Xzibit]
My father was a soldier, my mother was a rider
I was born wit my fists balled up, I'ma fighter
Inspired, a real rhyme writer
Get past the past the future looks brighter
But, I wanna get it back to the way it was
Exchange blows, elbows and it was still love
A better time, better place in space
Cause nothin can erase, shame tat' like my nigga Chase
Cause Bigga B will never be replaced, right
And I'ma scream it to the whole f**kin human race
Get a bar, get a taste
Enforce the muscle to ya hustle and ya did it with grace
Cause real niggaz don't save face, they make movements
Back to the time when hip-hop was music
When N.W.A. got booed at the Apollo
Broke "Straight Outta Compton" and the whole world followed
Cause right now hip-hop is hollow
With no substance, X-Man with the roughness
Cause success can suck sometime
And many of us the way we act, we even lost our minds
[Chorus]
You can hold your breath, 'til your blue in the face
But you can never ever take my place
I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong
Through the struggle I will live on (now sing the song wit me)
You can speculate, on every breath I take
But you can never ever take my place
I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong
Through the struggle I will live on
[Xzibit]
Back to the day when +Cooley+ was +High+
Hustle big like Butch in the Y-B-I
We did it 'n died, the gang still multiplied
Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air supply
Hypnotized, not by the glitz 'n glamour
So f**k them cameras, all I need is clips and hammers
The X-Man said that the first rhyme out
Were my fans worth my time? The first line out, so
Here we are eight years strong and still movin
Groovin with a reputation ya can't ruin
I wanna take it back how it used to be
Five thousand f**ked up, rockin outta unity
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
Was it the alcohol in you, the money the power the fame
that made you actually attempt to try to disgrace my name?
Played those games nigga when I was younger in life
'Til I seen another man's life cut short with a knife
Lose teeth, cause beef, no peace with us
Ya can't hang, and ya sho' can't eat with us
When times get tough, the tough get rough and drastic
Never been blasted, never been an arrogant bastard
But I coulda been a lawyer, I shoulda been a doctor
I never been a actor, I'm nothin but a monster
I move in silence, speak with violence
Think with science, live free and walk with lions
Cats around me with gats like Yasser Arafat
It takes a nation of millions to hold me back
Pounds of cush to push what I'm talkin about
It's hard to talk the talk with a gauge in yo mouth
It's hard to walk the walk with ya back blew out
Don't let the things that you can't change stress you out
Cause X take the money and run, and raise a man from a son
And change the world with the power of one c'mon
[Chorus]Xzibit Lyrics Index

Xzibit - Prime time lyrics

Xzibit - Prime time lyrics



Prime time by Xzibit


"a alkaholik, you know what I'm sayin" ("likwidation" sample)
[xzibit]
Yo it's prime time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
All that other bullsh*t can move it to the sidelines
Whoever you are, wherever you at
You are now breakin your necks wit true underground vets
Yo it's prime time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
All that other bullsh*t can move it to the sideline
Ladies and gentlemen, what we have for you
Mr. catashtraphe from the likwit crew
[tash]
A lot of rappers f**k it up, catashtraphe'll f**k it down
I'm so hungry for the mic like we just gettin off the ground
But my style is at a national
Three albums in, you ask your friends about catash
They'll say "tash can injure ninja"
The gunner, I walkin in ask about the spread
Bet against the likwit crew's the best way to lose your wig
Cuz I'm above y'all niggaz heads, below y'all niggaz knees
My style'll get you drunk till you can't say your "abc's"
I get my write on, nick at nite wit my light on
Cuz goin plat-i-num is what my homies got they sight on
Cuz I been mega-tight on microphones since I was tethen
I may not look like I'm the deepest, but looks is deceivin
Cuz I be takin mines into deep space nine
Wit a sip of brew for me and two sips for mankind
Cuz tash got the style wit more soul than solid quartz
I got that big game, you might hear my name on ea sports
[xzibit]
Yo it's prime time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
All that other bullsh*t, can move it to the sidelines
Whoever you are, wherever you at
You are now breakin your necks wit true underground vets
Yo it's prime time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
*flex starts cuttin*
All that other bullsh*t, can move it to the sidelines
Ladies and gentlemen what we have for you
*flex blends into next song*

Waylon Jennings - Rainy Day Woman lyrics

Waylon Jennings - Rainy Day Woman lyrics



Rainy Day Woman by Waylon Jennings


Oh rainy day woman
I've never seem to see you for the good times or the sunshine
You have been a friend of mine,rainy day woman
That woman of mine she ain't happy
Unless she finds something wrong and has someone to blame
If it ain't one thing it's another one on the way
Oh rainy day woman
I've never seem to see you for the good times or the sunshine
You have been a friend of mine,rainy day woman
I woke up this morning to the sunshine
It sure as hell looks just like rain
I know where to go on a cloudy day
Chorus(x2).