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Baby, I'm on the road
But it's all good, though
I love you, love you, I'ma call right back
(That boy Cassius) but it's all good, it's all good

you mean every word that you say
And I don’t care if you’re tellin’ me lies
Cause I was fallin’ for you by the look in your eyes

You turn my world just

Straight Up

The Brian Setzer Orchestra

The Mask [Original Soundtrack]

1994

don't want it on the rocks I want my lovin straight up

Well my baby don't love me hey don't you see
Straight no chaser is alright by me
Don't mix it

(who's bad?)
You're the baddest in the room, baby (who's bad?)
You're the baddest in the room (who's bad?)
Locked eyes, got me hypnotized by you, baby

you
You're not missin me
We know we don't mix
So I need a drink
That's a person
Can you hear it?
I hear people screamin' help but help is nowhere near

Heh heh, y'know, it's funny
You're a funny guy (heh heh)
Maybe it's the way I talk? (heh heh)
It's just, y'know, you're
Funny, it's, y'know
The way

100 Miles and Runnin'

N.W.A

Niggaz4life [Bonus Tracks]

1991

usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.

alright
밤에는 bottled cola
Since I the underage wait til the double year to pass by

Good times good vibes
Have some fun
We're having fun
Good times Good

By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,

cliché
I see colors in the music
We switch it up, you see the gods mix it up like a DJ
You say you're hating based on race, huh
And that you're

(Shit)
Multiplying by every thought
Hard to walk a straight line when you're constantly in a fog
Blinded in a mental Holocaust
A dissallusional paradox

Te vi bailando en la pista
Y no supe que hacer
Pero cuando te vuelva a ver
Yo te voy a comer
No es culpa mía si al final
Te hago enloquecer
Tus

in there and he looked at me and he went
hey, man, hey, man, that's my mix
You mean you're seriously going To eat my shit
And so I thought, I don't

good enough
By your side I wanna stand I'm the one that you should love
Let me kiss and hold your hand na you I dey think of
Let me be the one to make

wanna gossip and spread rumour
I don't talk about beef when I'm next to ya
You pop guns, sell bricks and you're no good
Put work in the streets

Love You More

Eminem

Straight from the Lab

2003

love you more

'Cause I hate you, do you hate me?
Good 'cause you're so fuckin' beautiful when you're angry
It makes me wanna just take you and just

posse, you got a bunch of dudes
Your broke, cold cryin 'bout the rockman blues
Ya beat up on your girl, and now you're all upset
She's with the Mix

so good
Everything feel so lovely Valentine acting funny 
Cause I won't give her no money 
Better find James St. Patrick you might get lucky

Gotta be

baby lick you like a swisha
I'ma break it down, baby so high you're flyin', yeah

Okay, hold up I'm bout to roll up
I got a pint, gon' mix it with

up six
Friday's the Red Alert radio mix
Then comes the day that nobody plays that
Punishment wish in the crib
Time to go chase the dibs
On a Saturday

nigga?
Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas
War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures
They mix us like mimosas, hang us

(Say Jesus)
Jesus
(Nothing you cannot do)
Jesus
(By your mercy)
Moving around doing good
(Moving around doing good)
Moving around doing good
(Moving

floor
And if you're MIA well tough shit
Your good years gone in a heart beat
I can only get so low
Can only get so low

I can only get so low before I get

Brrt (yeah)
Brrt (yeah), brrt
Brrt (yeah), brrt
Brrt, brrt
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Good in the Bronx, boy, I'm good where you