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They Oughta Write a Song (Halie Loren) · You Oughta Be on Broadway (Hutchinson, Hutch) · You Oughta Know (Sybersound) · You Oughta Be Here with Me (George Jones) · Too Wild Too Long/You Oughta Be Here with Me (George Jones) · You Oughta Be in Pictures (Nigel Ogden) · From Scene to Shining Scene (Chixdiggit!) · Mr. Five by Five (Jimmy Rushing) · Four Freshmen and Five Saxes/Four Freshmen and Five Guitars (The Four Freshmen) · Five by Five (Jerry Weldon) – and 90 other albums »


cut you to ribbons sometimes.
And all you can do is just wait by the moon
And bleed if it's what she says you oughta do.

You remind Anna, if she asks
words I live by the gat and that's my toy
And out on the streets, I'm mama's bad boy

[Chorus]
Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Digging in the scene with
PVC
And the I'll film it all up on my J.V.C.

Scene one
Everybody get in your positions
Pay attention, and listen
We're tryna get this all in one take
you of the days when
You used to hold my hand
And when we sipped champagne out of cider cans
I guess if you were Louis Lane, I wasn't Superman
Just
PVC
And the I'll film it all up on my J.V.C.

Scene one
Everybody get in your positions
Pay attention, and listen
We're tryna get this all in one take
Open your eyes, picture this scene
A street in the ghetto, and kid named Gene
Runnin' the block like Apartheid in Africa
(Yo, I got a deal, man)
you're a lucky boy 

This recipe yeah you know me 

This 5-piece band called LBC 

Rest of the world passes by saying the world does not revolve around you
PVC
And the I'll film it all up on my J.V.C.

Scene one
Everybody get in your positions
Pay attention, and listen
We're tryna get this all in one take
bizness 
Stress  we'll destroy 
We're known to make noise as the original b-boys 
In the flesh, greater to the depth 
Creates the ill scenes when we
Far as I know you're a freak if I bone
Like I go 
Trix and Milo
I roll with niggas with big machines
Blank sreens, video scenes
Blue, black
Now I'm about to get off another funky hit off
And if you think you're hangin, yo, I think you bit off
More than you can chew, now how you gonna
said he loved our work but he wasn't sure if he could sell a record
With nothing on it
I said tell 'em we're from Seattle
He advanced us two
your rhyme is just ???, so yo, don't front
Juke Box the undisputed power house on the scene
Representin 5th Ward, not Hollis, Queens
But if you know
pop’s liver
But you can never say that his life is through
5 kids at 21 believe he got a right too
Here we go while I check the scene
With the Portuguese
granddaddy came sober
Countin' all the fingers and the toes
Now I suppose, you hope the little black boy grows, huh
18 years younger than my mama
But I
brown tee
Muhammad throwback, who sport a jersey by Ali
And if he made one (Hell naw they don't excite me)
I'm all about my cash ridin' around wit
bizness 
Stress  we'll destroy 
We're known to make noise as the original b-boys 
In the flesh, greater to the depth 
Creates the ill scenes when we
bizness 
Stress  we'll destroy 
We're known to make noise as the original b-boys 
In the flesh, greater to the depth 
Creates the ill scenes when we
righteousness
Contract owners and licenses, showbiz in lights we're just
Searching for that moment of pricelessness

B-Boys, I met you at the bus stop
We had
righteousness
Contract owners and licenses, showbiz in lights we're just
Searching for that moment of pricelessness

B-Boys, I met you at the bus stop
We had
funky, light one up
Get skunky, so toast to, me!
Toast to green,
About to take hold and take over the scene.
Or maybe that should be ether it?
Either
real pimp players don't never roll fake
I'm bout to hit Dove Way, get past Troy's
I'm dipping by myself, I'm bout to call up my boys
I pass by
kids, bad and even Da Kurlzz.
We were chillin at home and deckin the halls.
So I checked my phone and Santa had called.
He said he'd swing by at a quarter
brown tee
Muhammad throwback, who sport a jersey by Ali
And if he made one (Hell naw they don't excite me)
I'm all about my cash ridin' around wit
this shit dun, it's nothin' to laugh at
I hops in the V, grabs the heat and I stash that
I'm in tune with Doc, Pac, and Huey, it's a rap.

I traveled