Cypress Hill – Get It Anyway
Cypress Hill – Get It Anyway
Imma do my thing
Let me tell you right now
Cause i dont know any other way
Of living my life now
Some of you know the struggle
Some of you live in a bubble
Some of you hustle
And some of you just looking for troble
I dont follow or lead
Tommorows a dream,
Pray to god to intervine
On all the sorrow ive seen
You want out of here
You can leave if you wanna
If thats your type of persona
Life is shorter,
Now dont make me say it ten times
I keep going for mine
Even in the end times
I can beat the system
Come on and say it with me
Show me some optimism
We can take over the city
[Chorus:]
Real life represent the sound since the first day
Gangstas, hustlas, grinding out around the way
Can’t stop gotta be always on the paper chase
Educated, they won’t give it, but I did it anyway
Regardless what the haters say
Imma get it anyway
Imaa get it anyway
Regardless what the haters say
Imma get it anyway
Imma get it anyway
[Verse 2:]
There comes a time in your life
You gotta go for yours
Staying paid,
Is like the battle of forever more
I stay peddle to the metal
Foot on the floor
Imma keep on the streets,
Knocking down your doors
I’m by the dollar,
Like everybody oughta be
Don’t burn nobody,
And make the money honestly
Open your home with the internet technology
I get it anyway
Just find it in the economy
See i aint coughin
Unless it makes a profit
Im dropping this so hot
Like every day gossip
Regardless of the climate
Im gonna get it everday
Even if the bullets spray
Imma get it anyway
[Chorus:]
Real life represent the sound since the first day
Gangstas, hustlas, grinding out around the way
Can’t stop gotta be always on the paper chase
Educated, they won’t give it, but I did it anyway
Regardless what the haters say
Imma get it anyway
Imaa get it anyway
Regardless what the haters say
Imma get it anyway
Imma get it anyway
[Sing]
La la la la la
You know we blazin up that
La la la la la
All around the world
La la la la la
Our peoples getting money
La la la la la
Let me hear you sing
So let em hear us holla
Or we’ll guide em by the collar
Making it harder for you
Dont wanna make an honest dollar
You wanna sip a little,
To make your pain numb
Tippin that bottle
Got you forgettin where you came from
But I’m the same one
Where you think my name’s from
Imma keep it moving
And never stop till the games done
Forever we live it, forever we spit it
Remember the minute
You witnessed the realest that ever did it
Still I’m committed
No matter what I hear from the critic
People can see through a gimmick
I’m putting on a clinic
We in trobled times
Swerving through the double lines
You’re in a head on collision
Cause now you served your time
[Chorus:]
Real life represent the sound since the first day
Gangstas, hustlas, grinding out around the way
Can’t stop gotta be always on the paper chase
Educated, they won’t give it, but I did it anyway
Regardless what the haters say
Imma get it anyway
Imaa get it anyway
Regardless what the haters say
Imma get it anyway
Imma get it anyway
[Sing]
La la la la la
You know we blazin up that
La la la la la
All around the world
La la la la la
Our peoples getting money
La la la la la
Let me hear you sing
La la la la la
You know we blazin up that
La la la la la
All around the world
La la la la la
Our peoples getting money
La la la la la
Let me hear you sing
La la la la la
You know we blazin up that
La la la la la
All around the world
La la la la la
Our peoples getting money
La la la la la
Talking Heads – Mr. Jones
Talking Heads - Mr. Jones
Put a wiggle in your stride
Loosen up
I believe he’ll be alright
Changing clothes
Now he’s got ventilated slacks
Bouncing off the walls
Mr. Jones is back!
Bulge out
And wind your waist
Tight pants
Got curly hair
Drinking cold beer
From metal cans
Moonshine
And Handi-Wipes!
Mr. Jones is back in town
it’s his lucky day
Hold up your hands and shout
Jones is on his way
Pitter pat
Mr. Jones is back in town
Aces high
Now his pants are falling down
He looks so fine
In those patent leather shoes
Mr. Jones, you look tired
I believe you’ll be alright
Sales men
Conventioneers
Some rock stars
With tambourines
Short skirts
And skinny legs
Selling bibles
And real estate
It’s a big day for Mr. Jones
He is not so square
Mr. Jones will stick around
He’s everybody’s friend
Fast cars
And motorbikes
I’m sure glad
He’s on our side
The Jones Gang
Down at the bar
Watch out, this time
They’ve gone too far
They call for Mr. Jones
They put him in charge
Mr. Jones will help us out
He’s a lucky guy
It is Mr. Jones’ Birthday party
For another year
In his hotel room Party favors
It’s a holiday
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