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Young Jeezy - J.e.e.z.y. lyrics

Young Jeezy - J.e.e.z.y. lyrics



J.e.e.z.y. by Young Jeezy


[Jeezy talking]
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood
All's well that ends well
Outside watering their lawn and sh*t
Birds are chirping, dogs are barking
It's beautiful
That may be your hood but this is my hood...
[Verse 1]
Got the red dogs trippin' and these niggaz still snitchin
The old lady across the street still b**chin
It's 3 in the mornin take your old ass to sleep
The third time she's called the police this week
Lookin' at my Franck Muller, it's about that time
Your folks just left so I'm on my grind
Said you wanna two-fifty cause you need that nine
I want that bread but I don't need that dime
Charger fresh out the shop with that suicide doors
Swear I died and came back alive
With 22 inches all under the frame
Keep my pocket full of bread, you niggaz know the name
[Chorus]
Jeezy like to drink
Jeezy like to smoke
Jeezy like to mix arm and hammer with his coke
Jeezy at the trap
Jeezy like to grind
Jeezy bout his paper
Cuz Jeezy like to shine
[Verse 2]
Sold those squares yeah I cooked them o's
Guilty as charged yeah I rock them shows
I can't even lie yeah i f**ked them hoes
Trapped all day spent it all on clothes
Shop all day till the mall is clothed
Come back to the trap get my pockets swoll
Fruitopia, smoke blueberry
Mix it with the purp, we call it cranberry
The Bin Laden clips yeah they came with the chopper
Got a slick mouth I hope you came with a doctor
The boy stacks cheese like it came with the whopper
Stay fly like I came in a chopper
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Ain't sh*t shakin but the leaves in the trees
Between me and you I got a deal on the ki's
Six in one run, laid a mil on the trees
Hit the broad every night, keep a plug on the white
Mr. 17-5, you niggaz know the name
Why y'all playin y'all know it ain't a game
This is me motherf**ker, why would I ever change
120 carats, you niggaz see the chain
I'm a bathing ape fanatic
Red monkey junkie
Glass pots on the stove got the kitchen smellin funky
Sold a million records but I still flip them blocks
On the TV every day but I'm still pop them glocks
[Chorus]

Young Jeezy - Keep it gangsta lyrics

Young Jeezy - Keep it gangsta lyrics



Keep it gangsta by Young Jeezy


CHEAAA, AYEEE
You niggas doing way too much nigga.
You tryin to bite my style, steal my swag.
You wanna know how to do it I'll give you the recipe.
Let's go.
[Chorus:]
I keep it gangsta and they love dat sh*t
[Repeat 3x]
If you's a gangsta you gone love dis sh*t
[Repeat whole chorus]
[Verse: (Jeezy)]
This one's for you and I ain't talking Bud Light, (Nope)
HK nigga with that little red light, (Ha Ha)
Whole club bouncing erbody strapped up,
Pull it out my pants and make erbody back up, (Yeeeaaa)
f**k a record deal the boy just too real,
Watch em cook it on da stove man the boy got skills, (Cheaaa)
Streets is talking whole hood's whispering,
Careful what I say cause I know dem folks listening, (Damn!)
It's ya boy Mr. 17-5,
Lil mama whole the strap and the work while I drive, (Chea)
Take it out the wrap and I put it on the scale,
But keep that on da low cause I ain't trying to go to jail. (Ha Ha)
[Chorus:]
[Verse: (Slick Pulla)]
They call me Slick Manning cause my vision's great, (Chea)
Toss shells like pigskins when I squeeze the 8,
Think I start for the Braves way I rep the A,
Like John Smokes in his prime when I pitch the K,
Got the scale in my pocket on some suicide doors,
Yams in the strap facing suicide time, Let's go
Outlandish wit it man it's stupid how we shine, Aye
Catch me in them bunkers with the troops all the time, (Okay)
I heed like Sadam but I'm sick like Ooday, (OODAY!!!)
Keeps some youngsters with me and they all bout gunplay, (Ha Ha)
We been had the streets jammed up to stock,
We down south niggas but the plugs up top. (FOR REAL)
[Chorus:]
[Verse: (Blood Raw)]
BLOOD RAW I KEEP IT GANGSTA MY NIGGA
This for gangstas I ain't talking bout you bustas,
Choppa toaters money gettas naw not you suckas,
Coola than a fan coola than a freezer,
Still in da hood ridin sixes on the Reagal,
Still on MLK still got a side,
Still getting money and I'm still in the trap,
Lil mama say she like me plus she know I'm hood,
I'm a fool wit laying pipe plus she know I'm good,
I got a spot for the yay Uncle Pete keep the K's,
Auntie Shirley got the money if they rush then we straight,
732 shawdy leave it in my pager,
We ain't talking on dem phones cause I know you talking paper.
[Chorus:]

White Town - She Left For Paris lyrics

White Town - She Left For Paris lyrics



She Left For Paris by White Town


I was only searching for you
We didn't have much time
Then I saw you blind to everything
But the beautiful grime
You showed me landmarks famous statues
And all the time I could see
With every café and tiny bookshop
You were further from me
It's all my fault
I should have known
I should hove seen
She'd fall in love
But with the city
Not with me
I'm in the station
The train is waiting
Will you leave with me
There's a commotion
A woman running
But you're nowhere to be seen
So don't take your
Love to paris
Unless you're sure of her heart
It's all a question
Of understanding
The city may rip you apart
It's all my fault
I should have known
I should have seen
She'd fall in love
But with the city
Not with me

Whitlams - You Sound Like Louis Burdett lyrics

Whitlams - You Sound Like Louis Burdett lyrics



You Sound Like Louis Burdett by Whitlams


Had a little bit to drink.
There's a little thing I want to do out East.
Nothing too emotional, my good miss.
I couldn't be serious in a room full of jack-knfe eyes.
Stop talking 'bout the years- you sound like Louis Burdett.
And we roll on to my backshed, play some poker, scratch my head.
Look at the sky and spot the planes, where would I go on holidays?
Roll with the punches, down the aisles, and down the street the weeks
roll by.
I'm chewing ice and grinning, I'm spewing up and singing.
It's billiousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen.
Hey you, lose that friend before we go anywhere.
What? Someone wmight see you alone?
Stop baggin' out the band, 'cause you sound like Louis Burdett.
All my friends are f**k-ups but they're fun to have around, banana
chairs out on the concrete,
telling stories to the stars how Geminis love Wooden Dragons, and how
down the street the weeks roll by.
The moment the night wears off, the bombsite reappears.
They're all asleep but the morning tastes like wine,
It tastes like wine in Tempe.
I feel so good I just might wake him up.
Pat him on th bald head- tell me about a dream Louis, something obscene
Louis, your life's an open magazine Louis.
I'm stoned in a bookshop, sober in a nightclub, sex is everywhere but
nowhere 'round me.
By the time she gets to Marrickville we'll be masturbating.
It never rains in Tempe but the planes remind me of family money and the
lack down here.
Stop talking frustrated, 'cause I sound like Louis Burdett
And we roll on to my backshed, play some poker, scratch my head.
Look at the sky and spot the planes, where would I go on holidays?
Roll with the punches, down the aisles, and down the street the weeks
roll by.
All my friends are f**k-ups but they're fun to have around, banana
chairs out on the concrete,
telling stories to the stars how Geminis love Wooden Dragons, and how
down the street the weeks roll by.
Most of my friends are very fruity indeed, such fun to have around.
Terror, like charity, begins at home.
Chris don't like the madness, but the madness likes him.
He's got a finger in his chest saying how it should have been.
And we roll on to my backshed, play some poker, scratch my head.
Look at the sky and spot the planes, where would I go on holidays?
Roll with the punches, down the aisles, and down the street the weeks
roll by.
My friends are completely f**ked but they're such fun to have around.
Banana chairs out on the concrete,
telling stories to the stars how Geminis love Wooden Dragons, and how
down the street the weeks roll by.

Young Jeezy - Mr. 17-5 lyrics

Young Jeezy - Mr. 17-5 lyrics



Mr. 17-5 by Young Jeezy


[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
New shoes on the range rover, good one man (vrrooomm)
Motherf**kers acting like I aint' supposed to shine
I aint' the 1, definitely not the 2 (nope)
1 in the chamber when we aiming at you (Blaou)
The young Bob Barker, the price is right
If you C.O.D. then you could get them tonight
Put the fish scale on the scale
If Roy went postal, all he do is check mail (HA HA)
Low key, under the radar
Triple black 'Vet, yeah I call it the stealth
No currency machine, I could count it myself
Almost done, another quarter million in ones
Thunder storm in the body-tap, look what I've done
Chump change, I make it rain for fun (wussup)
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I get them bars out of the back of my mind (that's how)
I reminisce like Mary J
Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay
100 percent served, Snowman's word
You can play my thug and my clientele (why)
I'm addicted to that new car smell
White cookies in a plastic bag
New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag
Whole life flash right before your eyes
See the state troopers and get butterflies
Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches
A minute 14 and Rolex watches
Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged brain
I get a rush when I tote that 'cane
Get money, Nigga f**k them haters
All we fear is the discovery and Inditement papers (wussup)
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
I'm a grown ass man, I stand on my own two
200,000 cash, yeah, I'm buying my own team
Right to your front door, operation so sweet
I like little dude who keeps his money so neat
But I still bury a nigga
Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga (Blaou)
Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin akward
Careful with the sweets, dont burn my seats
You could live your whole life and not come close
Guess thats why these rap niggaz take notes
Rectite my adlibs, borrow my quotes
Make me Ihop a nigga, serve them with the toast
Next, they be dressing like me
But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me (wussup)
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
(beat fade)

Young Jeezy - Still on it lyrics

Young Jeezy - Still on it lyrics



Still on it by Young Jeezy


[Intro:]
Ya ya ey ya
Im back muthaf**kas ya
Haha haha haha
This sounds like one nigga
I aint tryna sale 10 million copies nigga
Im tryna sale a million 10 times nigga
Its anotha anthem right here nigga
I told u niggas I do dis sh*t
It sounds lyke a anthem nigga
I do this sh*t
What you say nigga
[Verse 1:]
I told u muthaf**kas i'll be right back (chea)
Shootin dice in my hood must of lost 8 stacks
(whew)
Aint nuttin to a g hop back in my mayback(dammmnnn)
But im only riding this cuz the chevy's in the shop(haha)
5-0-2 with the chrome n seats (im so exicted)
Ya damn right i cant wait(yeaaaa)
It's my birthday i got big cake(that's right)
Rubrix cube u kno we keep dem white squares(heeey)
Catch me in the e a mill looken fo dem bucks(bucks)
They pay a 24 im on my way wit tha ducks(yeep)
26 inches make you sit up like a truck (naw)
I use to give a damn but i never gave a f**k(dats wutsup)
[Hook:]
I said dat d boy bullsh*t yea im still on it
I gotta half a brik left do anybody want it
They goin for da 10 u can get em' for da 8
Just holla at cha boi when you tryna get straight
I said dat d boy bullsh*t yea im still on it
Think I gotta needle left do anybody want it
They goin for da 5 you can get em for da 4
We keep it round here just let a nigga know
[Verse 2:]
I'm on the block all day
With them blocks all day(dammn)
Straight splurg up in linen
Should I shop all day (eyyyy)
Shut down champs did the food in product
Ya its just a white tee but the shoes is product(yeeeaaa)
I gotta bag full of stones n a pocket full of pills
Call me da x-men keep a pocket full of pills (eyyyy)
Imagine this so much ice n a watch(how much?)
You would of thought time froze (whew)
Welcome to my life ya the first episode
Never miss a beat i gotta mini time code
Still count a quarter mill wit my f**kin eyes closed(dammmmn)
In one hand behind my back get a f**kin blind fold(eyyyy)
[Hook:]
I said dat d boy bullsh*t yea im still on it
I gotta half a brik left do anybody want it
They goin for da 10 u can get em' for da 8
Just holla at cha boi when you tryna get straight
I said dat d boy bullsh*t yea im still on it
Think i gotta needle left do anybody want it
They goin for da 5 you can get em for da 4
We keep it round here just let a nigga know
[Verse 3:]
Im so hot you know niggas aint cool
The boi get new money like the first day of school
Stay fresh like the first day of class
20bricks n three choppas sold in one stash
It'll cost ya 40grand and ya gotta pay cash
Dem blunts burn slow but that paper come fast
The garbage man you f**k niggas soo trash
Im first place you f**k niggas soo last
In im back to the future f**k niggas soo past
I know what you thinkin' dat muthaf**kas so fast
Dat boi young jeezy im suppose to cut
Instead of gettin money nigga dis how u suppose to look
[Hook:]
I said dat d boy bullsh*t yea im still on it
I gotta half a brik left do anybody want it
They goin for da 10 u can get em' for da 8
Just holla at cha boi when you tryna get straight
I said dat d boy bullsh*t yea im still on it
Think i gotta needle left do anybody want it
They goin for da 5 you can get em for da 4
We keep it round here just let a nigga know

White Town - A Week Next June lyrics

White Town - A Week Next June lyrics



A Week Next June by White Town


Just tell me what you've got to say to me
I've been waiting for so long to hear the truth
It comes as no surprise at all you see
So cut the cr*p and tell me that we're through
Now I know your heart, I know your mind
You don't even know you're bein' unkind
So much for all your highbrow Marxist ways
Just use me up and then you walk away
Boy, you can't play me that way
Well I guess what you say is true
I could never be the right kind of girl for you
CHORUS:
I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman
When I saw my best friend yesterday
She said she never liked you from the start
Well me, I wish that I could claim the same
But you always knew you held my heart
And you're such a charming, handsome man
Now I think I finally understand
Is it in your genes? I don't know
But I'll soon find out, that's for sure
Why did you play me this way
Well I guess what you say is true
I could never be the right kind of girl for you
(CHORUS)
Well I guess what they say is true
I could never spend my life with a man like you
(CHORUS)

White Wizzard - Children Of The Grave lyrics

White Wizzard - Children Of The Grave lyrics



Children Of The Grave by White Wizzard


Revolution in their minds - the children start to march
Against the world in which they have to live
And all the hate that's in their hearts
They're tired of being pushed around
And told just what to do
They'll fight the world until they've won
And hell comes flowing through
In Los Angeles, 1969, they shot, stabbed, and bludgeoned nine people to
Death committing one of the most heinous crimes in history.
Children of tomorrow live in the tears that fall today
Will the sun rise up tomorrow bringing peace in any way?
Must the world live in the shadow of atomic fear?
Can they win the fight for peace or will they disappear?
In Los Angeles, 1969, they shot, stabbed, and bludgeoned nine people to
Death committing one of the most heinous crimes in history.
(Yeah) So you children of the world,
Listen to what I say
If you want a better place to live in
Spread the words today
Show the world that love is still alive
You must be brave
Or you children of today are
Children of the Grave, Yeah!

Whitlams - No Aphrodisiac lyrics

Whitlams - No Aphrodisiac lyrics



No Aphrodisiac by Whitlams


A letter to you on a cassette
'Cause we don't write anymore
Gotta make it up quickly
There's people asleep on the second floor
There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Truth, beauty and a picture of you
You'll be walking your dog in a few hours
I'll be asleep in my brother's house
You're a thousand miles away
With food between your teeth
Come up for summer I've got a place near the beach
There's room for your dog
There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Truth, beauty and a picture of you
There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Truth, beauty and a picture of you
There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Youth, truth, beauty, fame, boredom and a bottle of pills
There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
You shouldn't leave me alone
There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Bare feet like a tom-boy and a crooked smile
Truth youth beauty fame boredom red hair no hair innocence
Saturday and a picture of you
A letter to you on a cassette
You shouldn't leave me alone
Forty shaved sexy wants to do it all day
With a gun-totin' trigger-happy tranny named Kinky Renée
Tired teacher twenty-eight seeks regular meetings for masculine muscular nappy-clad brutal breeding
While his wife rough-wrestles with a puppy all aquiver
on a wine-soaked strobe-lit Asiatic hall of mirrors and a dash of loneliness
There's no aphrodisiac quite like it
Truth, youth, beauty, fame, boredom, red hair, no hair, innocence, impunity and a picture of you
I got a video set-up me love you short time she pay me suck his finger with some fine wine and a dash of loneliness
Truth, youth, beauty, fame, boredom, red hair, no hair, innocence, awkwardness, impunity, and a picture of you

Young Jeezy - Streets on lock lyrics

Young Jeezy - Streets on lock lyrics



Streets on lock by Young Jeezy


Hey (3x)
Chyeah!
Hey (2x)
Let's Get It!
These niggaz hatin' they ain't talking bout sh*t (sh*t!)
I'm a grown ass man I flip my own bricks (Hey!)
I don't need your help I can hold my own dick (Haha!)
Ain't no ma'f**ker help me write my rhymes (nope)
Ain't nan nigga paid for my studio time (nah)
See me at the top and wanna claim my fame (damn)
Nigga took my chain, yeah ma'f**king right (right)
You better off saying a nigga took my life (YEEAH!)
Wanna assinate my character, but I ain't acting (HEEY!)
It ain't adding up so you niggaz subtractin (CHYEAH!)
Big said it first, "More money, More problems" (problems)
The way I see it, more problems, more money (HEEY!)
[Chorus: 2x]
I got the streets on lock (lock)
Atlanta on my back (back)
I do it for the hood
You got a problem with that? (Haha!)
Real niggaz, so this rap sh*t easy (HEEY!)
When I speak these niggaz believe me
cause b**ch I'm Jeezy (YEEAH!)
Eyes wide shut I don't see these niggaz (nope)
cause deep in your heart you wanna be me nigga (YEEAH!)
wanna stand in my shoes
wanna f**k my hoes
wanna live my life
wanna rock my shows (NOOOOO)
Ya young punks with ya loose ass lips (whoo)
I keep an AR with dem loose ass clips (Pow!)
What kinda real nigga names himself after a fag?
Nigga you's a hoe or a Louis Voutton fag (Haha!)
My name ain't dick so keep it out your mouth
It is what it is, look I am the south (That's right)
Big Mac, you niggaz small fries (CHYEAH!)
just another nigga, I'm more like a franchise (Haha!)
[Chorus]
I was born in the field, raised in Atlanta (HEEY!)
Pops bust a nut here, so I was made in Atlanta (HAHA!)
Mat-Lou died so I stayed in Atlanta (YEEAH!)
Had a plug on the squares got payed in Atlanta
22's on the two door, it sit so right (right)
Ice tray on my wrist, yeah it shine so bright (bling!)
Make moves in the day, and I ball by night (CHYEAH!)
911 Porsche I was on that flight (zooooom sound)
5'9" 6'1" I call them the twin towers (Damn)
Had 'em on the "triple-stack"
hit 'em both in the shower (YEAH!)
Pedal to the metal bout a buck 85
Mr. 17-5 slow head when I drive (What's up)
[Chorus]