Music – text of songs

Baby, look here at me
Have you ever seen me this way
I’ve been fumblin’ for words
Through the tears and the hurt and the
pain
I’m gonna lay it all out
On the line tonight
And I think that it’s time
To tell this uphill fight goodbye

CHORUS
Have ever had to love someone
That just don’t feel the same
Tryin’ to make somebody care for you
The way I do
Is like tryin’ to catch the rain
And if love is really forever
I’m a winner at a losin’ game

I know that baby, you tried
To find me somewhere inside of you
But you know you can’t lie
Girl, you can’t hide the truth
Sometimes two hearts
Just can’t dance to the same beat
So I’ll pack up my things
And I’ll take what remains of me

Repeat Chorus

I know that I’ll never be the man that you need or love
Yeah, baby it’s killin’ me to stand here and see
I’m not what you’ve been dreamin’ of

Repeat Chorus

Oh, oh, if love is really forever
I’m a winner at a losin’ game
Ooo, I’m tired of losing
Oh, oh, oh-

I know that you’re leavin’
As soon as the sun
Comes through the window
There’s no talking this over
The damage is done
There’s just too much hurt
Too much to forgive
Oh, but we both know
We were’nt always like this

CHORUS
Help me remember
The way that we used to be
When nothin’ else mattered
“cause you were lovin’ me
Just for the night, one last time
One more good memory
When I look back
That’s what I wanna see

Oh, help me remember

Those days that were so good
Those nights that we held
Held on forever
When we weren’t pretenders
We were as real as we felt
Oh, I don’t want to fight anymore
Don’t want the last thing I hear tonight
To be a slammin’ door
Baby, let it be like before

Repeat Chorus

This could be the last time
I look in your eyes

Help me remember
The way that it used to be
When nothin’ else mattered
‘Cause you were lovin’ me
Oh, help me remember
Oh, help me, help me
Oh, oh, oh, oh-

FADE

Bob that head
Awwh, Awwh, ah
Yeah-yeah, yeah,yeah

Tricked out truck kit
Runnin’ boards black lit
KC roll bar
Had to mow an extra yard
Just so he could
Install satellite
Rascal Flattin’all night
King cab, bass tubes
Stop light, boom-boom
Five days, all week
Two jobs so he can

CHORUS
Bob that head
Every Friday night
Got the windows rolled down
The seat reclined
Givin’everybody that rock on sign
Yeah, turn it up to ten
Hey, y’all join in
Bob that head
Come on, bob that head
Bob that head

Hot girl wants a ride
Climbs up inside
Feelin’ that rhythmn
Right along with him
Now he’s cruisin’
Don’t want to lose it
Loop around Sonic
And right back on it
Low gear, drive by
Up and down
That’s right

Repeat Chorus

Come on, feels good
Let it go, shake it loose
Don’t it make you wanna

CHORUS
Bob that head
Every Friday night
Got the windows rolled down
The seats reclined
Givin’ everybody that rock on sign
Yeah, turn it up to ten
Hey, y’all join in
Come on, let the party begin
Let’s do it again
Bob that head
Bob that head
Every Friday night
Bob that head, bob that head
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bob that head-yeah
Bob that head
Bob that, bob that
Bob that head
Bob that, bob that
Bob that, bob that

There’s a place I’ve been lookin’ for
That took me in and out of buildings
Behind windows, walls and doors
And I thought I found it
Couple times, even settled down
And I’d hand around just long enough
To find my way back out
I know now the place that I was trying to reach
Was you, right here in front of me

CHORUS
And I wouldn’t change a thing
I’d walk right back through the rain
Back to every broken heart
On the day that it was breakin’
And I’d retrieve all the years
And be thankful for the tears
I’ve cried with every stumbled step
That led to you and got me here, right here

It’s amazing what I let my heart go through
To get me where it got me
In this moment here with you
And it passed me by
God knows how many times
I was so caught up in holding
What I never thought I’d find
I know now, there’s a million roads
I had to take
To get me in your arms that way

Repeat Chorus

In a love I never thought I’d get to get to here
And if that’s the road
God made me take to be with you

Repeat Chorus

And I’d retrieve all the years
And be thankful for all the tears
I’ve cried with every stumbled step
That led to you and got me here, right here
Oh, baby-Ooo
Oh, got me here

There’s a place in your heart nobody’s been
Take me there
Things nobody knows, not even your friends
Take me there
Tell me about your mama, your daddy, your hometown
Show me around, I want to see it all
Don’t leave anything out

CHORUS
I wanna know everything about you then
And I want to go down every road
you’ve been
Where your hopes and dreams and wishes live
Where you keep the rest of your life hid
I want to know the girl behind that pretty stare
Take me there

Your first real kiss, your first true love
You were scared
Show me where you learned about life,
spent your summer nights
Without a care
I wanna roll down Main Street, the back roads,
like you did when you were a kid, what made you who you are
Tell me what your story is

Repeat Chorus

Yeah, I wanna know everything about you
Yeah, everything about you baby
I wanna go down every road you’ve been
Where your hopes and dreams and wishes live
Where you keep the rest of your life hid
I want to know the girl behind that pretty stare
Take, me, take me, take me there
Oh, I wanna roll down Main Street
I wanna know your hopes and your dreams
Take me, take me there-yeah

Artist: Rascal Flatts
Genre: Country

Artist:  Rick Ross
Album:  Trilla
Year:    2007
Genre:  Rap: Hip-Hop

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Ricky Ross (the boss), T-Pain, J-J-J-J-J-R

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Gotta fresh line up fresh outfit bouta have the parking lot on smash
Plus I got a chevy with a 4-54 in da hood dat bitch got 1-25 in da dash
She like a gangsta cause
I’m the biggest boss that ya seen thus far [x3]
Cause it just another day in the life of a goddamn boss

[Verse 1: Ross]
I don’t make love baby we make magic
Come home with a thug, let’s get shit crackin
Always wear plastic cause baby shit happens
She leave the backseat just to freak in da magnum
Hopped out the magnum hopped in the tray
Just to let the top back and thank God for the day
Who gives a fuck what a hater gotta say?
I made a couple million dollars last year dealin weight
Still in da streets strapped with them thangs
She in love with a G so she tatted my name {ROSS}
I’m the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
Ten black maybacks back to back in a lane
I’m a make it rain then I’m a make it back
You are just a lame lil homie that’s a fact
Workin with the police actin like ya know me
Fresh outta jail already in ya old?

[Chorus:]
Gotta fresh line up fresh outfit bouta have the parking lot on smash
Plus I got a chevy with a 4-54 in da hood dat bitch got 1-25 in da dash
She like a gangsta cause
I’m the biggest boss that ya seen thus far [x3]
Cause it just another day in the life of a goddamn boss

[Hook: T-Pain]
The boss, boss, boss, the boss [x6]

Shawty straight diggin me and I ain’t even rich
I know you niggas on the sideline like ain’t that a bitch
I’m on my job and I ain’t gettin off
Cause it’s just another day in the life of the goddamn boss

[Verse 2: Ross]
I’m the biggest boss that you seen thus far
Got the biggest car spanish broads no bra
Callin otha lames for the walks in the park
I ain’t come to play games I just wanna play my part
Tell ya girlfriend to come talk with my dawg
We straight G’s and we came here to ball
Bottle after bottle and I’m sure you count em all
Then we off to the chevy fire it up and takin off
Baby slow it down cause you movin to fast
Ya ass too fine to be movin too fast
Back to the thuggin now I’m sippin sy-z-urp
All my niggas love it baby that’s my w-is-ord
Stack for da jeans five bones for the sh-is-irt
I don’t smoke? 800 for da?
I’m the biggest boss that you seen thus far
You can tell by the shon’s that’s standin by the car

[Chorus:]
Gotta fresh line up fresh outfit bouta have the parking lot on smash
Plus I got a chevy with a 4-54 in da hood dat bitch got 1-25 in da dash
She like a gangsta cause
I’m the biggest boss that ya seen thus far [x3]
Cause it just another day in the life of a goddamn boss

Ay, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, ay [x2]
Ay, uh huh, yea, uh huh, yea, yea, yea
I’m the biggest boss that ya seen thus far [x6]

[Hook]
i wear the gun like a urdle
bulletproof car got me feelin like a turtle
sheit these niggas aint satisfied till they get murdered.
ya heard me
yeah and im a G you aint know a muthafuckin thang about me
i tell you one muthafuckin thang about me
bitch i got so much money on me

~Rick ross~
[verse 1]
im lookin thug in the bentley,
i got a few slugs dont temp me
tell em’ put me up on the furmax
im a million dolla’ nigga lets confirm that
i rep care city out in vegas
and a magic hundred thousand dolla bracelate
more guns than the matrix
neo reload get ya face twist
cartell cociane by the cases
cocktail more cars than a racist
ak’s on the leer jet
whoa.. Rick Ross im a real threat

[hook]

Rick Ross
[verse 2]

[Intro with Jay-Z ad-libs]
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Hustle, hustlin’ hustlin’
Hustle, hustlin’ hustlin’
Hustle, hustlin’ hustlin’

[Hook with Jay-Z ad-libs]
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m, everyday I’m, everyday I’m hustlin’
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I’m hustlin’
Ev-ev-everyday I’m, everyday I’m, everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’ hustlin’ hustlin’ hust-hustlin’

[Bridge with Jay-Z ad-libs]
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustlin’ hustlin’
Hustle-hustlin’ hustlin’
Hustle, everyday I’m, everyday I’m
Everyday I’m…

[Verse 1 - Jay-Z]
Hold up
Who you haters think you talkin’ to, I’m the fuckin’ boss
White on white, G4, hater get lost
I’m in the air I don’t hear niggaz corny raps
Yeah nigga Hov is back, that nigga Hov is back
I got a honey bun, no not a chick
I got a honey bun, millions nigga I got couple hundred ‘em
Ninety-nine problems prick, don’t become the hundreth one
‘Less you got a hundred lives murder bout a hundred, uh
We don’t resort to violence, we on resorts and islands
With linen shorts and shades, case they thought you was lyin’
My Louis slippers, Polo top
Linen shorts so my balls don’t get hot, ha ha
Yeah I balls a lot, nah I owns the team
Ricky Ross, Roc-A-Fella, I owns the scene
Stop playin’ with me lames y’all not my equal
It ain’t no coincidence that my age is a kilo
Which means that I’m pordo, which means that I’m gordo
Which means that I use a G4, like in auto
I’m a walkin’ memorial
I’m legendary for whippin’ whippin’ that boss
So nigga just let that cause go

[Hook with ad-libs]

[Bridge]

[Verse 2 - Young Jeezy]
Hey, let’s go
Snowman bitch, I don’t even wear the same draws
Flat screens on my walls, flows look like bowling balls
I know Big Meeks, the real Big Meeks
It’s over for you clowns soon as my nigga hit them streets
I see you ridin’ homie, but that ain’t hard enough
You know me I might pull up in an armored truck
I stack big faces, I stack small faces
I stack all faces, swear it’s white as pillow cases
I got a dirty mouth but my kitchen’s clean
Them folks ridin’ hid the pots and the triple beams
Hit the Dodge spot I must’ve copped six Magnums
Marriott suite, I must’ve used six magnums
Feds on my tail, you know them boys’ll six flag ya
Testarossa ride, like I’m on a coaster ride
Sheet mix, remix still talkin’ white bricks
Two million records sold and I’m still talkin’ white shit

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
I’m the fuckin’ future nigga, what you can’t see the facts
Ya want them pretty things, I’m the one ya need to ask
They come cross the border, I’m fulfillin’ ya order
But the second ya bought her, Fed charges get brought up
I’m whippin’ the case, like I’m whippin’ the base
Look at daddy in face now tell me how good does it taste
Willie Fal-con, I’m the Dow Jones
Down South where them D-Boys ground zones
We never steal cars, what I’m puttin’ miles on
Thirty feet, it cost a couple hundred thousand
My shit bigger than your’s, at the biddin’ wars
I’m the one they biddin’ for, dog I’m just the biggest drought
I’m in the distribution, I’m like Def Jam
Release fish scales, scales on my desk man

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Ad-libs]

[Hook]

[Bridge]

(feat. Lloyd)

[Chorus: Lloyd]
Ain’t nothin’ but the street life
That’s money cars and hoes
It’s the only life I chose
Street life , nothin’ but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, all mine

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye
Got a 4-5 that’ll leave a hole in the sky
Sittin at this table, why, to take this {?}
Music and the street life that’s a whole ‘nother side (riiiight)
Hoes used to call me small time
My clothes ain’t know what to call mine
No logos or no tags in it
No polos ’til I started bag-gin’ it
Way before my first key
My nigga E showed me
How to parlay a Z (good lookin’ nigga)
I know my mama pullin’ overtime
Pocket full of dimes
So I’m out here pullin’ mine

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
You can’t close shop, not on my block
I’m 24/7 like IHOP
Came from the bottom to the skybox
Now a penthouse, you can call me Hi-Top
Hop up in the 40-40, got ’bout forty on me
Fifty grand in a band, I’ma roll it homie
Brick layin’ cost ’bout another dub
Ten grand for a pound of the bubble bud
Twenty birds in a room down in Atlanta
I caught a bird, but the birds can’t buy a camper
Just an example, by an ex-trapper
Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that’s dapper

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Street life, sellin’ dope, fuckin’ hoes
Big E, smoke comin’ outta nigga nose
Candy paintin’ on the corner, sellin’ everything
I’m on the move, I ain’t called mama in a couple days
This life and nothin’ will ever change that
I love the game and we’ll never give the game back
We lost a lotta good niggaz in the game
But in the game, all the good niggaz get a name
I got a name, everybody don’t die the same
Like all dope don’t fly the same
M-I-Yayo, boy I buy them thangs
It’s like the people want me to come fly the plane

[Chorus x3]