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Everybodys Rockin' (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Talkin' 'Bout You (Diane Schuur) · Talkin' Bout Bank (The WhoRidas) · Ain't Talkin Bout Dub (Apollo 440) · Talkin' 'Bout Men (The Forester Sisters) · Everybody's Talkin' Bout Miss Thing (Lavay Smith) · Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Dub, Pt. 2 (Apollo 440) · Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love (Done Again) · Still Talkin' Bout A Man (Denise LaSalle) · Oscar Sings: The Vocal Styling of Oscar Peterson (Oscar Peterson) – and 90 other albums »


'til I got by the door, reached back and stuck her
She did what any bitch woulda did, and got the law for me
Talkin' 'bout gonna press charges and get
and the love of family
Ruled in the community
The songs you sing
Lift you up to heaven
A heaven we can believe in

Everybody's talkin' about hard times
and the love of family
Ruled in the community
The songs you sing
Lift you up to heaven
A heaven we can believe in

Everybody's talkin' about hard times
Everybody please rise 
Give me back my innocence 
Get me a brand new suit 
Give me back my innocence Oh Lord! 
Cut me down to size 
Well you can hide
on my toes
The whole world's talkin' 'bout
How I'm your stand by Santa Claus

But ooh, your kisses thrill me, sho' love your angel eyes
The devil in
Yeah 
(To da break of dawn) 
All my sex involved 
As we get funky 
Rhymes so bizarre 
Everybody knows 
When it come to a situation like this
Yeah 
(To da break of dawn) 
All my sex involved 
As we get funky 
Rhymes so bizarre 
Everybody knows 
When it come to a situation like this
I got a brand new car
I got a jazz guitar

Welcome, everybody

Thank you a lot for coming, it means a lot to me
Steady out with my knee, plenty
I got a brand new car
I got a jazz guitar

Welcome, everybody

Thank you a lot for coming, it means a lot to me
Steady out with my knee, plenty
Gimme drunk enough I'll probably bink a friend
Rumble in my belly
Head is in the toilet
I will never ever get drunk again
I'm talkin bout them other
a fucked UP nigga!
Pill poppin, e'rybody fucked up with us
Me and Joey the cottonmouth kings
(I love you baby) What the fuck you talkin' 'bout, sing
The whole world's talkin' 'bout
How I'm your stand by Santa Claus

But ooh, your kisses thrill me,
Sure love your angel eyes
The devil in you kills me,
But I
lovin' Screw is wrong, I don't wanna be right
Sippin' art and smokin' Lite Brite
The preacher talkin' 'bout us in the pulpit
Behind closed doors he be
The whole world's talkin' 'bout
How I'm your stand by Santa Claus

But ooh, your kisses thrill me,
Sure love your angel eyes
The devil in you kills me,
But I
actin' off
Somebody out there please pray what I'm talkin' 'bout
Still young tryin' to figure it out

Heaven, I need a hug
Is there anybody out there
man John right there, man
(I just want to see more life from you, you got alotta music out there
Everybody running around talkin' bout, they this Unit,
I got this Japanese girl, man Lee, man
Takes good care of me (you're a liar)
Yo, she's so def, man
Wipes my butt (that's a lie)
Everybody be beefin,
Yeah 
(To da break of dawn) 
All my sex involved 
As we get funky 
Rhymes so bizarre 
Everybody knows 
When it come to a situation like this
purse like its hot, I'm pickin it up like its not
Stayin fresh in brand new clothes, sponsored by my brand new hoes
Keepin one on every block, she fuck up
tongue out, stuntin’, actin’ brand new
They ain’t even know you was steppin’ in Giuseppe too
37 spare bright jeans 'bout 12 jewels
Posin’ like a mannequin,
Cause you know I've got to have it

Simply Dre':
He's just a playa with some game
Talkin' 'bout Master P

Master P:
A real playa gone, put to rest
But they ain't knowin' no
What you talkin' bout, you fumblin' game out your mouth
Better put some stick on your grip and get on a paper route
to our clothes daddy
We keep them hoes lookin', starin', gawkin', talkin' 'bout us
We got them peoples and feds, yea they talk about us
About the way we
what I'm talkin' bout, cause this game is ill
I live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, 'till they feel it
Livin' proof, Pac breed n****z, they can't deal
what I'm talkin' bout, cause this game is ill
I live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, 'till they feel it
Livin' proof, Pac breed niggaz, they can't deal