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Alan Jackson, Everything I Love

Everything I love is killin' me
Cigarettes, Jack Daniels and caffeine
And that's the way you're turnin' out to be
Everything I love gonna have to give up
'Cause everything I love is killin' me
Everything I love gonna have to give up
'Cause everything I love is killin' me

NWA, Straight Outta Compton

You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfricker named Ice Cube
From the gang called ****z With Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya frick with me
The police are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo arse, that's how I'm goin out
For the punk motherfrickers that's showin out
****z start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on a motherfricker like that
With a gat that's pointed at yo arse
So give it up smooth
Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin
With a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is the tool
Don't make me act the motherfrickin fool
Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe
I'm knockin ****z out tha box, daily
Yo weekly, monthly and yearly
Until them dumb motherfrickers see clearly
That I'm down with the capital C-P-T
Boy you can't frick with me
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck
Coz Ice Cube is crazy as frick
As I leave, believe I'm stompin
But when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Compton
Yo Ren
Whassup?
Tell em where you from!
Straight outta Compton, another crazy arse ****
More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger
I'm a bad motherfricker and you know this
But the pussy arse ****z don't show this
But I don't give a frick, I'ma make my snaps
If not from the records, from jackin the crops
Just like burglary, the definition is 'jackin'
And when illegally armed it's called 'packin'
Shoot a motherfricker in a minute
I find a good piece o' pussy, I go up in it
So if you're at a show in the front row
I'm a call you a bitch or dirty-arse ho
You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to
But that shows me, slut, you're composed to
A crazy muthafricker from tha street
Attitude legit cause I'm tearin up shite
MC Ren controls the automatic
For any dumb muthafricker that starts static
Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself
Every time I pull a AK off the shelf
The security is maximum and that's a law
R-E-N spells Ren but I'm raw
See, coz I'm the motherfrickin villain
The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killin
That's takin place without a clue
And once you're on the scope, your arse is through
Look, you might take it as a trip
But a **** like Ren is on a gangsta tip
Straight outta Compton...
Eazy is his name and the boy is comin...
Straight outta Compton
Is a brotha that'll smother yo' mother
And make ya sister think I love her
Dangerous motherfricker raises hell
And if I ever get caught I make bail
See, I don't give a frick, that's the problem
I see a motherfrickin cop I don't dodge him
But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while
And when I see a punk pass, I smile
To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showin a **** drivin
But don't know where the frick he's going, just rollin
Lookin for the one they call Eazy
But here's a flash, they never seize me
Ruthless! Never seen like a shadow in the dark
Except when I unload, see I'll get over the hesitation
And hear the scream of the one who got the last penetration
Give a little gust of wind and I'm jettin
But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin
So what about the bitch who got shot? frick her!
You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker!
This is the autobiography of the E, and if you ever frick with me
You'll get taken by a stupid dope brotha who will smother
Word to the motherfricker, straight outta Compton
Damn that shite was dope!

Van Halen Mean Street

At night I walk this stinkin' street past the crazys on my block and I see the same old faces and I hear that same old talk and I'm searching for the latest thing, a break in this routine, I'm talkin' some new kicks, ones like you ain't never seen
This is home, well, this is Mean Street, it's our home, the only one I know
And we don't worry 'bout tomorrow 'cause we're sick of these four walls
Now what you think is nothin' might be somethin' after all
Now you know this ain't no through street, the end is dead ahead
The poor folks play for keeps down here, they're the living dead
Come on down, huh, down to Mean Street
They're dancin' now, Lord, out on Mean Street
Dance, baby
It's always here and now, my friend, it ain't once upon a time, it's all over, but the shouting, I come, I take what's mine
We're searching for the latest thing, a break in this routine, talkin' some new kicks ones like you ain't never seen
This is home, mmm, this is Mean Street, it's our home, only one I know
See, a gun is real easy in this desperate part of town, turns you from hunted into hunter (yeah), you go an' hunt somebody down, wait a minute, ah, somebody said fair warning, Lord, Lord, strike that poor boy down

Dwight Yoakum, I Sang Dixie

I sang Dixie
As he died
People just walked on by
As I cried
The bottle had robbed him
Of all his Rebel pride
So I sang Dixie
As he died
Said way down yonder
In the land of cotton
Old times there
Ain't near as rotten
As they are
On this damned old L.A. street
Then he drew a dying breath
Laid his head 'gainst my chest
Please Lord, take his soul
Back home to Dixie
And I sang Dixie
As he died
People just walked on by
As I cried
The bottle had robbed him
Of all his Rebel pride
So I sang Dixie
As he died
He said
"Listen to me son while you still can"
"Run back home to that Southern land!"
"Don't you see what life here has done to me?"
Then he closed those old blue eyes
Fell limp against my side
No more pain
Now he's safe back home in Dixie
And I sang Dixie
As he died
People just walked on by
As I cried
The bottle had robbed him
Of all his Rebel pride
So I sang Dixie
As he died
I sang Dixie
As he died

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