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Waylon Jennings - Luckenbach, Texas lyrics

Waylon Jennings - Luckenbach, Texas lyrics



Luckenbach, Texas by Waylon Jennings


Luckenbach, Texas Lyrics
There only two things in life that make it worth livin'
Is guitars that tune good and firm feelin' women
I don't need my name in the marquis lights
I got my song and I got you with me tonight
Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love
Chorus:
Let's go to Luckenbach Texas with Waylon and Willie and the boys
This successful life we're livin' got us fueding
Like the Hatfields and McCoys
Between Hank William's pain songs,and Newberry's train songs
And blue eyes cryin' in the rain out in Luckenbach Texas
There ain't nobody feelin' no pain
So baby let's sell your diamond ring
Buy some boots and faded jeans and go away
This coat and tie is choking me
In your high socitey you cry all day
We've been so busy keepin' up with the Jones
Four car garage and we're still building on
Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love
Chorus:
Let's go to Luckenbach Texas with Waylon and Willie and the boys
This successful life we're livin' got us fueding
Like the Hatfields and McCoys
Between Hank Williams pain songs,and Newberry's train songs
And blue eyes cryin' in the rain out in Luckenbach Texas
There ain't nobody feelin' no pain
Let's go to Luckenbach Texas with willie and waylon and the boys
This successful life we're livin' got us fueding
Like the Hatfields and McCoys
Between Hank Williams' pain songs,And Jerry Jeff's train songs
And blue eyes cryin' in the rain out in Luckenbach Texas
There ain't nobody feelin' no pain

Waylon Jennings - He went to paris lyrics

Waylon Jennings - He went to paris lyrics



He went to paris by Waylon Jennings


(Jimmy Buffett)
He went to Paris lookin' for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive young and agressive
Savin' the world on his own.
Warm summer breezes French wine and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
The summers and winters scattered like splinters
And four or five years slipped away.
He went to England played the piano
And married an actress named Kim
They had a good life she was a good wife
And bore him a young son named Jim.
All of the answers and all of the questions
He locked in his attic one day
'Cause he liked the quiet clean country livin'
And twenty more years slipped away.
--- Instrumental ---
War took his baby bombs killed his lady
And left him with only one eye
His body was battered his whole world was shattered
All he could do was just cry.
While the tears were fallin' he was recallin'
Answers that he never found
So he hopped in a freighter skidded the ocean
And left England without a sound.
Now he lives in the island fishes the pilin'
And drinks his green label each day
Writin' his memoirs losin' his hearin'
But he don't care what most people say.
After eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he'll smile and say
Well, some of it's magic probably tragic
But I had a good life all the way.
He went to Paris lookin' for answers
To questions that bothered him so...

WWF - When i get you alone lyrics

WWF - When i get you alone lyrics



When i get you alone by WWF


Every day, Every Night
I find myself dreaming of all the things I might
do to you, and do for me
behind closed doors where nobody else will see
I know when i get you alone
There's gonna be trouble
Just hope that i don't lose control
I'll have you seeing double
fantasies and dangerous dreams
all have my head spinning in a world of schemes
what to do when it's up to me
Take you places you have never seen
Chorus
I know when i get you alone
I know when i get you alone
I know when i get you alone
All my life they told me i'm wrong
I thought they were right, but then you came along
I finally believe, and now I can see
I was right all along, and it brought
you to me
Chorus

Wu-Tang Clan - Wolves lyrics

Wu-Tang Clan - Wolves lyrics



Wolves by Wu-Tang Clan


(feat. George Clinton)
[Chorus: George Clinton]
The fox, is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy
Who chased Red through the woods and ate Grandma
But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog
Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandpa
[U-God]
Yo, must I flex my cash, to sex yo' ass
I wet the Ave. when I set my path
The 'Vette don't crash, I'm built to long last
Grab my money clip, I hit the bong fast
Earn my respect, my checks they better cash
Finger on the trigger with my nigga Fred Glass
Knuckles is brass, start snuffin you fast
Jumpin outta cabs, grabbin money bags
Next shot go right through your hovercraft
You do the math my answer tounge slash
When will you learn it's return of Shaft
The genuine thriller, the Miller Draft
My force might blur, the Porsche'll purr
The apple martini, of course it's stirred
I'll do the honor, the Shaolin bomber
Shark skin armor, I'll bring the drama
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
Damn, deficatin on the map
Wu-Tang takin it back, no fakin in the rap
How real is that, you niggaz hatin on the fact
that the kid is blazin this track and hatin on 'em back
My dough's stacked up with O's, who the mack
duckin po'-po's blowin smoke O's in the 'Llac
To be exact, don't want no hassle with the stack
In the Big Apple, we the rotten apples in the back
Yeah, it's all grillin, how the fuck y'all feelin?
Non-stop park killin, on the block we was killin 'em
The arch villans, when the blood start spillin
Any stuck start squealin, body bags we was fillin 'em
Yeah, now I got it in the smash
A ounce ya man wanted and a llama in the dash
Me and my comrades followin the cash
And livin e'ry day like tomorrow is the last
[Chorus]
[Interlude: George Clinton]
I'm like the savior dog to ya baby when you're lost out in the snow
Like a coyote out on the desert...
Where the foxes never go
And the wolf, they never go...
[Masta Killa]
Yo, would you recognize a jewel for what it is when you see it
Or would you take it for somethin else and get to' the fuck up
Men come together for the common cause
To beat yo' ass, just because
There's a line you don't cross offendin the boss
While of course his one selectin through your head shot
I'm back in the yard again, the bars callin
15 sets of this will have you swollen
Ladies like, "Damn papa you lookin right
I'd love to give you some of this pussy and I'm a dyke"
I write when the energy's right to spark friction
DJ cuttin it, spinnin it back mixin
Great pop knock tickin, poetry description
for the motion picture reenactment
Activate a higher assassin, keep it classic
Rap evolution every black, yo pass that
[Chorus]
[Interlude]

Waylon Jennings - Good ol' boys (theme from the dukes of hazzard) lyrics

Waylon Jennings - Good ol' boys (theme from the dukes of hazzard) lyrics



Good ol' boys (theme from the dukes of hazzard) 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

Waylon Jennings - Old friends lyrics

Waylon Jennings - Old friends lyrics



Old friends by Waylon Jennings


(Roger Miller)
Old friends pitching pennies in the park
Playing croquet till it's dark, old friends, mhm, old friends.
Oh, old friends swapping lies of life and loves
Pitching popcorn to the doves, old friends, mhm, old friends.
Old friends looking up to watch the birds
Holdin' arms to climb a curb, old friends, mhm, old friends.
--- Instrumental ---
Old friends, Lord, when all my work is done
Bless my life and grant me one, old friend, just one old friend.
--- Instrumental to fade ---

Wu-Tang Clan - Bring the pain lyrics

Wu-Tang Clan - Bring the pain lyrics



Bring the pain by Wu-Tang Clan


Basically, can't f**k with me
Verse One:
I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on instrumental
Records hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM
Check it, just how deep can sh*t get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross Colour, clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the Force
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and comin for the head piece protect it
f**k it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets buckwild
Method Man on some sh*t, pullin niggaz files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy
Out her f**kin mind now I got mine I'm Swayze
Chorus:
Is it real son, is it really real son
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really real
Interlude: Booster
And when I was a lil stereo (stereo)
I listened to some champion (champion)
I always wondered (wondered)
Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha)
Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!)
And de gargon summary
And any man dat come test me (test me)
Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it's like that)
Verse Two:
Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
Off the set comin to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam sh*t
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb sh*t
And it's gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
Nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw
When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'
What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
Word up we be hazardous *car crashing* *horn passing me*
Northern spicy brown mustard hoes
We have to stick you
*horn sound of car racing by*
Chorus
Outro:
I'll f**kin, I'll f**kin cut your kneecaps off
And make you kneel in some staircase p**s
I'll f**kin, cut your eyelids off
And feed you nuthin but sleepin pills
You motherf**kers
(So???) So f**k the hoe
f**k the hoe
(Look at this nigga, this motherf**kin...)

Wu-Tang Clan - Brooklyn zoo lyrics

Wu-Tang Clan - Brooklyn zoo lyrics



Brooklyn zoo by Wu-Tang Clan


[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Word up, I bust that nigga ass right now!
Ain't none of them niggas can't f**k with me!
What? Nigga you could never f**k with me, my nigga!
Dirt f**k you up right now! What? What? What?
I bust your motherf**kin ass boy!
I ain't no motherf**kin joke, you know who you talkin to
(Word up, bust that nigga ass, word up)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, I f**k you up right now
Yeah, what? What? (Shame on that nigga yo
He ain't sayin nothin, f**k him!)
I'm the one-man army, Ason
I've never been tooken out, I keep MC's lookin out
I drop science like girls be droppin babies
Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy
Energy buildin, takin all types of medicines
Your ass thought you were better than
Ason, I keep planets in orbit
While I be comin with teeth, bitin more sh*t
Enough to make ya break and shake ya ass
'cause I create rhymes good as a tasty cake, mix
This style, I'm mastered in
Niggas catchin headaches, what? What? You need Aspirin?
This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol
f**k around get sprayed with Lysol
In your face like a can of mace, baby
Is it burnin? Well, f**k it, now you're learnin
How, I don't even like your motherf**kin profile
Give me my f**kin sh*t, CH-CH-BLAOW!
Not seen and heard, no one knows
You forget, niggas be quiet as kept
Now you know nothin
Before you knew a whole f**kin lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot
A lot of MC's came to my showdown
To watch me put your f**kin ass lo-o-ow down
As you can go, below zero
Without a doubt I've never been tooken out
By a nigga, who couldn't figure
Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure
Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo)
How to pull a f**kin gun trigger
I said "Get the f**k outta here!"
Nigga wanna get too close, to the utmost
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
Introducin, yo f**k that nigga's name
My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain
And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MC's I'll be bur-r-rnin, bur-r-rnin hot
Whoa-hoa-hoa! Get me like slow-mo with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know
I'm homicidal when you enter the target
Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog sh*t
So I take yo ass out quick
The mics, I've had it my nigga, you can suck my dick
If you wanna step to my motherf**kin rep'
CH-CH-BLOAW! BLOAW! BLOAW! Blown to death
You got shot cause you knock knock knock
"Who's there?" Another motherf**kin hardrock
Slackin on your mackin 'cause raw's what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back...
[Chorus (5x): Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!
[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
What? My nigga...
Shame on ya...

Wu-Tang Clan - C.r.e.a.m. lyrics

Wu-Tang Clan - C.r.e.a.m. lyrics



C.r.e.a.m. by Wu-Tang Clan


Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man
What that nigga want God?
Word up, look out for the cops [Wu-Tang five finger sh*t]
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby
Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up
KnowhatI'msayin?
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, check this ol fly sh*t out
Word up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go
(dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this sh*t, yo!
Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now
Chorus: Method Man
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all
Verse Two: Inspector Deck
It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause sh*t is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic
Outro:
Chorus -- 4X
Niggas gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill
YaknowhatI'msayin?
Cuz we can't just get by no more
Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down
Chorus -- 3X
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the money
Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH

Waylon Jennings - Satin sheets lyrics

Waylon Jennings - Satin sheets lyrics



Satin sheets by Waylon Jennings


(Willis Alan Ramsey)
Wish I was a millionaire
I'd play rock music and grow long hair
I tell you boys I'd drive a new Rolls Royce
Pretty women hangin' on me
I'd give 'em all the third degree
Satin sheets to keep 'em off of the streets.
Hallelujah, hear me talkin' to ya
Praise the Lord and pass the tambourine
Great Jehova, you'll come over
As soon as ya see me boogie woogie cross the silver screen.
Hang 'em high and hang 'em low
Put 'em in the eyes wherever I go
Keep 'em all night feelin' just right
Hallelujah, hear me talkin' to ya
Praise the Lord and pass the tambourine
Great Jehova, you'll come over
As soon as ya see me boogie woogie cross the silver screen...