1. |
Gettin' Played
02:25
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(Verse)
I know I ain't livin' right
who's to say that ain't life
Here's a song I didn't wanna write
So I can play with you all night
Here's a song I don't wanna play
so I can play and not get paid
(Chorus)
Workin man gets played all day
Even though he works to play all night
We all know that ain't right
But who's to say that ain't life
(Verse)
Here I am writin' this song
So you can stay up all night long
Here's a song I didn't wanna write
To help you get through the night
Beats workin for the man all day
even though I don't get paid
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2. |
Luxury Car
02:57
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(Chorus)
I wanna take you for a ride in my Luxury Car uh huh
x4
(Verse)
Got Four on the floor
It goes kinda fast
We can go far if you pitch in for gas
If its cold outside we even got AC
Just don't let your ass stick to my pleather seats
(Chorus)
x2
(Verse)
Everywhere we go
They stop and stare
Blarin' out tunes from my cassette player
A couple speakers work
And that's enough
Cause everywhere we go we'll be lookin Tough
(chorus)
x2
(Bridge)
When you notice the subtle integrities of the 1984 Chrysler Lebaron, you'll loose your mind in the sweeping maroon details
Feel your hand on the steering wheel
Press your foot against the accelerator
Cold hard steel rumbles beneath your feet
The latest tape from the Ghetto Boys blasting out of the cassette stereo system
Bounce down the block
Control the block
The world
Is
Yours
(chorus)
x4
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3. |
Boogie Babie
02:15
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(Verse)
So fuckin' tired from workin' all week
Had to hit the dance floor just to get off my feet
Gonna get down
Gonna get right
Gonna boogie baby all through the night
Lookin' through the window at the neon sign
Says the clubs open, 'bout to have a good time
Hear the music bumpin' behind the door
Everybody's dancin' and lookin to score
(Chorus)
Cause you go the beat
You got the drive
You're the only fuckin' thing that's gonna keep me alive
Cause you got the beat
You got the drive
I don't think I'm gonna make it through the night
(Verse)
Walkin' to the show gonna go to the dive
The homies band is playin' time to bump and grind
Walk across the street
To pick up a bag
A lil snow to keep us goin so it ain't a drag
In the green room where it's all goin down
I got a key in my hand and a joint in my mouth
Feel the heat runnin' through my head
I'll see you in the morning when we both are dead
(Chorus)
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4. |
Okinawa Mama
03:51
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(Chorus)
Okinawa Mama
Keep my spirits high
Okinawa Mama
A love that never dies
Okinawa Mama
Hey!
Okinawa Mama
Hey! Ho!
Our love will never die
(Verse)
Sailed a ship across the seven seas
to find a honey dip that satisfies me
I know that you won't like what I have to say
But changing the words won't make it go your way
Take a ten and turn it into a five
I know my lil baby's gonna keep me alive
Tonight I wanna see ya
in my dreams
don't make me holler don't make me scream
(Chorus)
(Verse)
Well the hip shake boogie never looked so devine
She's tongue twistin' thoughts all up in my mind
I got six shooters left and nowhere to go
We better get lost before we journey home
The cats scratchin' at my back door
Temptations kickin' in I can't stand it no more
And now, I'm slowly learning nothin's quite what it seems
Quickly my reality fades into a dream
(chorus)
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