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Day by Day/Day by Night (Doris Day) · Goldie's Last Day (PFR) · Goldie's Last Day (PFR) · Music for the Last Day of Your Life (Dragpipe) · Music for the Last Day of Your Life (Dragpipe) · The Last Day (Skylar Grey) · Last Day on Earth (Swervedriver) · Last Day of Summer (White Denim) · This Day Should Last Forever (2 Tracks) (Ocean Colour Scene) · Last Beautiful Day (New Buffalo) – and 90 other albums »


R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in here,
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take it frame by frame it
To have y'all jumping, shouting, saying it
O is for Other, P is for Peoples', scratch
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in here,
or get routed

I'm from the streets and I hang with killers
I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers
Wodie respect my hood screamin see p 3
times for the blood of christ

Sun sets of the days of rage
What's said and done by the chosen ones
Sun sets on the days of rage
As your cities burn
Another day, another day is passed
P-Town Ballers we was built to last
Another day, another day goes by
Sitten round the house hangin out ge'n high
Another
Noise never stops
Not all day
Work seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven

Shift work, tough work for the convenience store clerk
Two feet
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take it frame by frame it
To have y'all jumping, shouting, saying it
O is for Other, P is for Peoples', scratch
time
Jesus got my back P.O.D.'s on the frontline

Three in the power of one, three in the power of one
Three in the power of one, three in the power
Outside it's summer, indoors it's cool
It's just after three pm, I see kids leaving school
Policeman are walking, walking in lines
Tight side by
and I'm going
Goodbye
The days and nights have gone dry
The last three whole years have flashed by
Capsize by Karen O and the Kids
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C-A-P-S-I-Z-E all the way home, I'm gonna tilt awhile
M-I-S-S-M-E all you
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
Against all odds, 
Oh, poor Professor Higgins! Nine p.m. Ten p.m. 
On through midnight ev'ry night. 

One a.m. Two a.m. Three! Quit, Professor Higgins!
odds;
Oh, poor Professor Higgins!
Nine p.m.
Ten p.m.
On through midnight every night.
One a.m.
Two a.m.
Three...!
Quit, Professor Higgins!
Quit,
odds;
Oh, poor Professor Higgins!
Nine p.m.
Ten p.m.
On through midnight every night.
One a.m.
Two a.m.
Three...!
Quit, Professor Higgins!
Quit,
is man
We clip up over here nigga

What's Your Name Fool?

[Chorus]
Capital P, Bandanna P, V-I-P, M-V-P
Are-S-V-P or are-I-P, V-S-O-P, A-S-A-P
homies bangin' ,no respect for the American flag
But they kill over that blue and red rag

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Master P]
I remember back in the day
What kind of love that must be
She waited three days and then she tried again
She didn't know what she'd say
But she heard three rings and then

If it's
hang on that long
What kind of love that must be
She waited three days and then she tried again
She didn't know what she'd say
But she heard three
began... 
Let the sun climb, oh, burn away my mask 
Three days, and maybe longer, shed my skin at last...shed...shed... 
Let the sun shine, burn away my