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Waylon Jennings - Ride me down easy lyrics

Waylon Jennings - Ride me down easy lyrics



Ride me down easy by Waylon Jennings


Verse 1:
D G
The highway she's a hotter than nine times the hell
A D
The rides are as scarce as the rain
G
When your down to your last shuck with nothing to sell
A D
And too far away from the train
Verse 2:
D G
Been a good month of Sunday's and a guitar ago
A D
Had a tall drink of yesterday's wine
G
Left a long string of friends,some sheets in the wind
A D
And some satisfied woman behind
Chorus:
D G
Hey ride me down easy Lord,ride me on down
A D
Leave word in the dust where i lay
G
Say i'm easy come,easy go
A D
Easy to love when i stay
Verse 3:
D G
I've put snow on the mountain,raised hell on the hill
A D
I locked horns with the devil himself
G
Been a rodeo fool,a son of a gun
A D
And a hobo with stars in his crown
Chorus.
D G
Ride me down easy Lord,ride me on down

Wayman Tisdale - Let Me Make Sweet Love lyrics

Wayman Tisdale - Let Me Make Sweet Love lyrics



Let Me Make Sweet Love by Wayman Tisdale


Baby there's no one else around
So what you say
we go in the back making brand new sound
I'll do you all night all day I'm go away
I'll give you just enough until you beg me to stay
chorus:
Let me make sweet love to you baby
Make you scream
and shawn till your in side out
It seems to me you ain't got no problem tonight
And why your spot just will glow get on with the show
satisfaction flashing action
Baby let go..
chorus:
Let me make sweet love to you baby alright
Make you scream
and shawn till your in side out
Inside out..
Let me make sweet love to you baby..
Let me make sweet love
Make you scream
and shawn till your in side out
In side out -(untill it fades)-
Baby there's no one else around
So what you say
we go in thee back making brand new sound
All do you all night all day I'm go away
I'll give you just enough until you beg me to stay
chorus:
Let me make sweet love to you baby
Let me make make sweet love
Make you scream
and shawn till your in side out
Till your inside out..
Let me make sweet love to you baby
Let me make.. let me make.. let me make
Make you scream
and shawn till your in side out
In side out.. In side..

Wayman Tisdale - Be This Way lyrics

Wayman Tisdale - Be This Way lyrics



Be This Way by Wayman Tisdale


Slightly broken from the war
Searching in the fallout
Everything's been quiet here for awhile
I hope you're not let down
I can see up ahead
Something at the skyline
Energy runs up and down my spine
I hope it's something new
I'm sure that it won't stay this way
As sure as days come one by one
Sure that all of this will change
And I will make sure it's done as it should be
Tired and cold from the storm
Addicted to the twilight
We ferry back and forth from shore to shore
But never touch dry ground
I'm sure that it won't stay this way
As sure as days come one by one
Confidant that things will change
And I will make sure it's done as it should be

Wyclef Jean - Slow Down lyrics

Wyclef Jean - Slow Down lyrics



Slow Down by Wyclef Jean


(feat. T.I.)
[Wyclef (T.I.)]
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,
We cry for peace (Uh huh)
But we live for war (You know I got that shot in the chevy what it is?)
We ain’t start the wire taps down in Baltimore (But I still slangin’ bricks where I live)
Sometimes she love me, sometimes she love me not (Doin’ 10 now my girl turning tricks at the crib)
But let check out his eyes, in the inner city Chi’ (Layin’ down ASAP, e’erbody in the trap gettin’ killed)
Evil lurks in the heavenly disguise (Tryin’ to get the ruler all I need is about a mil)
I seen two birds crash into two New York giants (Bush still lyin’, he don’ never keep it real)
I wish Katrina spoke French at the quarter to New Orleans (Haha, but you’d a told her that)
But how we smoke French back, seduced this stone (Okay)
told this is your death, please don’t rain on my people
[Chorus]
Where’d the hope go, Where’d the hope (I don’t know)
I see the whole world turn into a warzone (What?)
Ain’t no love in the city keep your vest on (G’ that right)
Guns ‘n roses welcome to the jungle
On the flip side (ay), she shakin’ her back side (Shake it for me)
That’s the only way tuition gon’ come right
He got a crush on Mary Jane (Ay, Ay)
If you ain’t got five on she ain’t doing her thang (Come on, you know you need to)
Slow down, young girl
Keep it real hun, you gotta keep it real hun
Slow down somebody gon’ crash (Come on, you know you need to)
Slow down (You know you need ta, ay ay)
young girl (Okay)
[Wyclef (T.I.)]
If you livin in the street
You know your livin free (And if you ain’t you know your doin’ time like me)
Thugs with the heat, are the coldest ones to meet (You can catch yourself a case get a fine do 3)
We flyin high, but still can’t touch the sky (But on conspiracy your doing ten at the least)
Everbody’s a gangsta, but no-body wanna die (With all this snitchin’ you might never see the streets
Nuclear testing, replacin’ the SAT’s (With all this going on why they worried about me)
Stem cell research there’s another you another me (I’m just hustling in the streets tryin’ to flip a couple keys)
With what goes up, must come down, the laws of gravity (I know I see it happen to my partner big neege, We miss ya shawrty!)
To win at chess, you’ve got to trap the king (Ay)
[Chorus]
Where’d the hope go, Where’d the hope (I don’t know)
I see the whole world turn into a warzone (What?)
Ain’t no love in the city keep your vest on (G’ that right)
Guns ‘n roses welcome to the jungle
On the flip side (Ay), she shakin her back side (Shake it for me)
That’s the only way tuition gonna come right (Cha)
He got a cursh on mary jane
unless you ain’t got five on she ain’t doing her thang ( Lets get it)
Slow down, young girl
Keep it real hun, you gotta keep it real hun
Slow down somebody gon’ crash (Come on, you know you need to)
Slow down (Ay, Ay, You know we used ta)
Young girl (Okay)
[T.I.]
E’erbody, know we gon’ keep rollin’
When the police rollin’, and your coke dealer told ‘em what you been doing
Boy better slow down
Ay, Ay, Slowdown
Ay, Ay, You wanna show ‘em that da dope keep coming
But if shit keep runnin’ their mouth
Eye your stuck jacking coming for ya better slow down
Ay, Ay, Slow down, (e’ertime homeboy)
Slow down (start snitchin’, homeboy), Ay Ay
[T.I. (Wyclef)]
Hey I remember get money (Get money)
All we do is get money (Get money)
‘Til the feds raided the trap and took my (Thang) from me
Put me in a room alone, separated the click form me (Click from me)
Next thing you my lawyer said (My partner snitched on me) on me
Now ain’t that a bitch homie, (They ain’t have a thing on us)
Until you started telling now they talking big numbers
We could’ve split charges up, against five or six summer (Summers)
Instead you tryin’ to talk telling so you could walk
How could you tell ‘em who we sold told to?
E’erthing we bought?
How we used to get in, all the way ‘til we can ship it off?
(Who woulda thought?) Thought
Hey keep it pimpin’, wait a minute (Whoa)
Ay keep it pimpin’ wait a minute, ay
[Wyclef (T.I.)]
Where’d the hope go, Where’d the hope
I see the whole world turn into a warzone
Ain’t no love in the city keep your vest on (Ya)
Guns ‘n roses welcome to the jungle (Ay, Ay)
On the flip side she shakin her back side
That’s the only way tuition gonna come right
He got a crush on mary jane
If you ain’t got five on she ain’t doing her thang (haha)
Slow down (Okay)
Young girl
Keep it real hun, you can keep it real hun
Slow down, somebody gon’ crash (You know you need to)
Slow down, young girl (You know you we used to)
Keep it real hun, keep it real hun
Slow down
I’m gonna let my guitar do the talking now

Wu-Tang Clan - Maria lyrics

Wu-Tang Clan - Maria lyrics



Maria by Wu-Tang Clan


It's Yourz
[Raekwon]
Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback
See through yellow lines
Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God
Magic marker rap, bleed Benatton
Relaxed, wrote this
Comin at cha crab ass cope and snatch ya ice off
Chillin in the back, throw the lights off
Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion
Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean
What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris?
Melodic single, dark snap a nigga just like fish
You f**ked up, some rich niggaz you done test yo
Select the wrong apartment, and niggaz pulled up your dress
Style molest that, can*l chain nigga where ya vest at
Flex'll make me wanna bless that, yo
Saddam Hussein niggaz light the torch, we flamin niggaz
Autograph that, flatten all the main niggaz
[RZA]
(It's yourz!) The world in the palm of your hand
(It's yourz!) Twenty-three million of useful land
(It's yourz!) The seed and the black woman
(It's yourz!) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
(It's yourz!)
(It's yourz!)
[U-God]
Yo, super freak physique like Raphael Saadiq
Baby love the ganja leaf, everday of the week
Superfriends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats
The night is right, I might find me a suite
It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon
Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room
Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom
Keep in stride, smoke the lai smoke the boom
Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes
Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch
The totem pole wobble Ark builders God rush
Beams of light, stop ya breathin, it's huntin season
Honey eyeballin down for no reason
Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors
Never mind the laws, cause tonight
(It's yourz!)
[RZA]
Stop the fader of the RAM, pass my watts through my pre-amp
Them can't stress the beat vamp the sh*t'll get blam
At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle
Crack your skull like bottles, leave you stiff as models
You fag, you couldn't pull one drag off my blunt
You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag
With scissors in your hands, b**ch, the RZA
I stand close to walls, like number four the lizard
Enchanted through solar panels, blast off like roman candles
Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Wild Hoon McDaniel
You cocker spaniel dogs, can't f**k with our catalog
Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog
[Inspectah Deck]
It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues
Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick sh*t, explicit
I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it
We live this, fitted hats low, conceal the Crooked I
No surprise, verbal stick up, put em high
Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw
Blow the door off this sh*t like bricks and C4
[RZA]
(It's yourz!) The world in the palm of your hand
(It's yourz!) Twenty-three million of useful land
(It's yourz!) The seed and the black woman
(It's yourz!) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
(It's yourz!)
(It's yourz!)
[Ghostface Killah]
Check out my beaver, baby blue glock in the safe
Seems Darthy and the God and get ski roll weight
We hold a belt son, that's my word
Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third, yo check it
I think like the man behind a register
Evergreen smokin estates, rhyme and power made me treasurer
With third down, six to go, flash his strobe lights
I'm open, RZA hit me off lovely and I love him
With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court for your birthday
The Babyface of rap, politic with Sade
Avengin eagle crooks, rock the W in Spiegel books
Anheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes
Painful like hearin the news, like when your man go
Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl
Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break
[RZA]
(It's yourz!) The world in the palm of your hand
(It's yourz!) Twenty-three million of useful land
(It's yourz!) The seed and the black woman
(It's yourz!) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
(It's yourz!)
(It's yourz!)

Wu-Tang Clan - Older gods lyrics

Wu-Tang Clan - Older gods lyrics



Older gods by Wu-Tang Clan


Verse One: Ghostface Killah
Aiyyo I roll like a bat out of hell
Evil acapell's fly spittin out of my grill
Before I hit the sky with springtime colors
Juicy as a Sunkist, certain broads double dutch this
They carve it in they wrist, pales berry blazes
Straighten the crumbs left on the stove, clothes in my lady hair
Plus yours the look gold God, the old tainted bald technique
Got these vestibules designer niggaz in they whips
jumpin out they seats, eighteen, Bronzeman Part II
We like Dorothy Hamill on ice
We in your hood we might circle, hats down low in the Range
Switch lanes, change my tire, peel out
Real loud on the stage yo, I sh*tted on your hood kid
I sh*tted on your hood, got to your burner too late
I'm lookin real good, draped out
Shinin like a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfriend, c'mere
Oh sh*t, you my man's niece, the gourmet pocket twenty
bombs made of clay, Sexcapades take place
We f**ked in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio
time slap your engineer, it's lighter fluid to that style
Hand me the matches now
Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef
Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist, now what's this
Niggaz bless this, eight and a half, Bally banana twist
E shakes, puffin on lye, feedin the seed's plate
Pullin out, old dirty eights to rob gates
Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head wake up
Beats break, the nigga would take off his time
Honolulu status, gladdest
the rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands
That nigga mad savage, stationary Hall of Justice
Niggaz came clumped out
Just came home, now they bunked out
Money be longer than triple life
til the sun burn out, that's my word
Move it with the burner out
Fidel way of thinkin, roll with the Mac bent Ac-10
Most of my team, Five Percent check what the live said
Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo
holdin my nuts, f**kin thousand dollar lesbians
[Ghost] Yo, the Older God put me on and had to rock this
[both] Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous
[Ghost] It only takes a lesson a day, just to an*lyze life
[both] one time in the respectable mind
(repeat 2X)
Verse Three: The Genius/GZA
Let the shot spark, soon as his pit bull barks
Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks
Witness, forget his, original statement
Even in protection programs there's no escapement
Gunned down, we in town, hit king from seven crowns
Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge
Wounded, back in the eighty-three summer heat
Up in three-oh-nine park, rhymin off the drummer's beat
I stalk the city streets demonstratin mic wrecks
All lookin stank, I ain't playin wit a full deck
And as they nervously stare, I know they scared
They saw the coming of Wu, the neon in Times Square
Household name, assassin, killa bee
Mill to the grain, that posess the Wu, trilogy
Quick to spot those that bite camoflouge and blend
Those that got styles, they got identical twins
Don't stretch the small thing, copycats are finnicky
without skills, they master the art of mimicry
But I go line for line on the whole page
Your unspotted life on the mic is old age
*rocket fired, whistles off and explodes, breaking glass*

Waylon Jennings - Rose In Paradise lyrics

Waylon Jennings - Rose In Paradise lyrics



Rose In Paradise by Waylon Jennings


She was a flower for the takin',
Her beauty cut just like a knife...
He was a banker from Macon,
Swore he'd love her all his life...
Bought her a mansion on a mountain
With a formal garden and a lot a land...
But paradise became her prison,
That Georgia banker was a jealous man!
(Chorus)
Every time he'd talk about her,
You could see the fire in his eyes...
He'd say,
"I would walk through Hell on Sunday,
To keep my Rose in Paradise... "
He hired a man to tend the garden,
Keep an eye on her while he was gone..
Some say they ran away together...
Some say that gardner left alone...
Now the banker is an old man...
That mansion's cum-ble-ing down...
He sits all day and stares at the garden...
Not a trace of her was ever found...
(Chorus)
Every time he talks about her,
You can see the fire in his eyes...
He'd say, "I would walk through Hell on Sunday,
To keep my Rose in Paradise.."
Now there's a rose out in the garden...
It's beauty cuts just like a knife...
They say that it even grows in the winter time...
And blooms in the dead of the night...
(Music to fade)

Waylon Jennings - You asked me to lyrics

Waylon Jennings - You asked me to lyrics



You asked me to by Waylon Jennings


Long ago and far away in my ol' common labor shoes
I turned the world all which a way just because you asked me to
Like unto no other feel simple love is simple true
There's no end to what I'd do just because you asked me
Let the world call me a fool but if things are right with me and you
That's all that matters and I'll do anything you asked me to
[ dobro + steel ]
Knowing how much I love you and after all that I've been through
I'd turn and walk away from you just because you asked me to
(Lord I hope you'll never do)
Let the world call me a fool...
[ dobro + steel ]

Wu-Tang Clan - Severe punishment lyrics

Wu-Tang Clan - Severe punishment lyrics



Severe punishment by Wu-Tang Clan


I despise your killing, and raping
You're... despicable
Are you, my judge?
It's just... you should be punished
I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?
Verse One: U-God
Yo, yeah, yo, yo
Yo, yeah
Check these high hats sting things moving through the rubbish
Party robust, rec room style for you brothers
Time's ticking, eruptments conduct
Entering one funk before the drum dry up
Dial, style, jab vocab slow
Alphabet run, construction voice might blow
Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model
For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle
Cut down, come with something that's round and profound
Blood brothers people of colors we get down
Watch this fly, force feed things being said
Nine Diagram acid black evil red left his
mic half a dangle, seriouser man
My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan
heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner
Night champion, old villain style seem a
kiss of spider, to God saga why bother
Godfather talk drama, fly swatters
Number two, Chao San Poi
Verse Two: The Genius/GZA
This Wu sh*t be hard to kill and full blown
Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome
Pro tools editing tracks that's rough
Cause a jam without a live MC isn't enough
So we attack this, and grab all within reach
Throw a scr*p back to niggaz - perfect your own speech
sh*t is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggaz look on, and get hooked on this mic line
Real thin and shift through the pipeline
LP's delivered with style and potential
Niggaz flowin smoothly in a sequential
order, revealin hidden tape recorders
Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura
Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef
Twist the DAC up, them niggaz with math is back up
Watch he act up, fifty-two block track we slap up
Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this
Two Kahluas one chick she's German Luger
Get the sh*t on, light a fresh pack, bust it open
with the seal on Dunn, deal on this, with the real on
Next, Rocky, ring, call it to Decatur
Slang soufleer home decorater, player
Mic immigrants, nine of us formed resemblance
Somethin flashy, God dead-armed is nasty
Peep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo
He killed the God might as well throw a chair at me
Verse Four: Prince Rakeem/RZA
Yo MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunder
Tell you the truth it's just one nation under a groove
Gettin down for the funk of it
Like Fred Sanford in the biz...
Yo one held his paraphenalia, a Wu memorabilia
Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya
bout the group recruit we scoop up CREAM like Breyer's
Then spread across the globe like telephone wires
Thirty-six assorted, Shaolin imported
chambers been recorded, you're f**kin with the loops
Time for royalty audit
Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian
Cherokee started out smaller than amphibian
Then grew to a physical body with five meridians
As the pendulum swings closer to the millenium
two thousand, wickedness is spread amongst my citizen
I got a muscle the industrial to make a hustle
and politic with Leo and Russell
When niggaz is still rushin we'll brush you
He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives
Verse Five: Masta Killa
Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the brain
ignite, blowin the mic to Arabian heights
As I recite this medley, niggaz couldn't f**k with the
deadly ground I hold down
Classical gangland style, shots hit the ceiling
Panic and confusion echoes through the building
Continuing to build, I strive for perfection
Driven by the will to live, glocks I hold
Shots I give, while searchers of rescue teams
look for means of survival and who's liable
for this harrowing experience
You scream for the extreme, fiend for the cap
and proceeds of the Wu-Tang Academy
To f**k up your anatomy with assault and battery
Number two, Chao San Poi
Number two, Chao San Poi
He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives
Number one, Yen Chang Wa
He's an adulterer, don't trust him
Number two, Chao San Poi
Number two, Chao San Poi
He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives
I despise your killing, and raping
You're... despicable
Are you, my judge?
It's just... you should be punished
I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?
I despise your killing, and raping
You're... despicable
Are you, my judge?
It's just... you should be punished
I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?

Wu-Tang Clan - The City lyrics

Wu-Tang Clan - The City lyrics



The City by Wu-Tang Clan


That's black?
Whattup God?
Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?
*blam, blam blam* Oh shit!!! Yo!
Hold the fuck up
Aiyyo yo, eight niggaz down (just enough)
Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)
Yo, bring backup (ci-ty)
Fuckin with me, and mine
Murderous
[Inspectah Deck]
Check it, yo
The world is shifty, we livin just enough for the city
The rough witty killa bee sting just like the jiggy
My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone
Label them my anus and the casualty's home
It glows coffin, Wu stormin like the light brigade
Ride the wave like Frankie Avalon
As I decipher AIDS crime pays
The law's long arm be tryin to strongarm, walkin timebombs
Before I bomb firearm
The chalm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster
He toke with his own love and expose the black toaster
Composer was shook
I took your bad looks for joke get your back broke
Deep throat this murder I wrote
The antidote be seekin like a buried treasure
By every measure lethally inject your whole sector
Wanted dead or alive
Rebel I escapes across the desert sand
Leavin no footprints to trace
Keep a war face, in your place
Conceal the baby knives on the North breaks
I still shine in shady times
Yeah, yo
We livin just enough (livin just enough)
Just enough (in the ci-ty)
Just enough, for the ci-ty
Yo, in the jungle
I make moves like Iron Monkey
Plots to bump me off D.O.T. be on the hunt for me
We stay hungry, for money drugs and guns
Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs
Know the science be my Goddess
The facts tell gats sell like sex and violence
And break the project silence, a vision
This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison
Before we're all goners, now embrace the world
For the world war is ocean bomber
Visionary soldier comma
My code of honor, mind still start from the drama
Trauma sent the victim, witness them run, scream in horror
Military chopper come gun down the slum
The outcome do or die Son it's bound to come
Mentally aware I see truth within the square
The future's here catch me on computer software
Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official
It's a thirty-eight special, that steps through
Like Nat Turner create a spectacle
I may die in the scuffle but I'm takin forty devils
We livin just enough
Just enough
Just enough
For the ci-ty
Killa beez, sting McEEEZ, yeah, Wu