Did Alkaline Turn Down Sean Kingston Offer To Sign Him Before Beef

Alkaline may have turned down Sean Kingston‘s offer to sign him to his label before they started beefing.

Kingston is currently living in Jamaica and already he is stirring things up from signing Tommy Lee Sparta to his label Time is Money Entertainment, to beefing with his former collaborator Alkaline. Sources around the Vendetta deejay exclusively told Dancehall HipHop this weekend that Sean Kingston tried to get a signature from him and he said no.

“The fans will soon see that it’s just a bag of badmind thing just because he tried to sign Alka and the youth turned him down,” sources said. “Alkaline flat out turn down his offer because it was a bad deal plus his label not bringing much to the table right now. Tory Lanez leave and all the other artists he signed turn worthless, so any man want to get frighten and sign with him that’s their choice.”

Sean Kingston and Alkaline left from collaborating on “Ride On Me (Remix)” to beefing, but the reggae pop singer is saying its just because he said Gaza why the “Champion Boy” deejay don’t like him. “It’s just because we said Gaza so some boy start hate,” a rep for Kingston told DHH. “We been saying Gaza from long time even before anybody hear about Alkaline so this is not something new.”

Earlier this week, Kingston got into it with Vendetta fans after posting a video of Tommy Lee Sparta sleeping inside his Porsche. Alkaline called both artists a b*tch on Instagram.

#SeanKingston responds to #alkaline diss

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Vybz Kartel Mega Hit “Fever” Jumps To 36 On Billboard Chart

Vybz Kartel‘s mega hit single “Fever” continues to make strides on the Billboard R&B/Hip-Hop Airplay chart.

This week, “Fever” jumps to No. 36 up from 40 on the chart and is showing no signs of slowing down. The song was released over a year ago and has been one of the biggest singles in dancehall over the past year. The music video alone racked up over 21 million views on YouTube, and the song is showing strong streaming growth on Spotify and Apple Music.

It’s not clear yet if “Fever” will trigger a growth in sales for Vybz Kartel’s last album King of The Dancehall which was also one of the top hardcore dancehall albums last year. Kartel’s longtime business partner Michael Dawson says that right now the incarcerated deejay is the best that dancehall has to offer and that is why he is winning. Some dancehall fans may say that he has seen a decline in popularity over the last couple of months while other dancehall newcomers like Alkaline and Tommy Lee Sparta has seen a surge in their popularity.

Vybz Kartel is anxiously awaiting his appeal trial set for February 2018. That new trial will likely be his final attempt to secure his freedom following his controversial murder conviction in 2014. If he loses this case, he will spend the rest of his life behind bars for the murder of Clive “Lizard” Williams. Kartel and his three co-convicts Kahira Jones, Andre St John, and protege Shawn “Storm” Campbell are all maintaining their innocence despite a mountain of evidence presented by the prosecution. Their legal team argued during the trial that cops tampered with the evidence presented and also intimidated witnesses in the case.

The last time that Vybz Kartel dominated dancehall with a Billboard charting single was with “Romping Shop” and “Clarks” back in 2009-2010. We will be watching “Fever” closely on the chart to see how far it will go.

Watch Popcaan and Davido New Video “My Story”

Popcaan and afro beat singer Davido come through with a video for their single “My Story.”

The dancehall/afro beat single has been a big hit since its release in June so it’s no surprise this song gets an official visual. The two international stars link up with Mini E5 Records for the production, but the video was directed by RD Studios and shot in Jamaica.

The video features Popcaan and Davido linking up with their crew and some hot ladies for a 24-hour party spree. The cut also showcased Popcaan SnapChat as they document the party scene as they went along. “Baby all mi need a 24 hour a you time / Sexiness you need fi know a you deh paw mi mind / In a mi bed and mi house mi waan fi see you whine / Meck mi whine up in a you belly and buss off like a nine,” Popcaan sings.

Moonshine Bandits – Take Her To The Country Lyrics

MOONSHINE BANDITS
Take Her To The Country Lyrics

Out in California
Oh out in California
Out in California

Out in California when the sun goes down
We go driving on the outside of town
All geared up for a saturday night
Baby jump in the trunk better hold on tight
Cause I’m a take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the coun-try

Dirt roads lets go
Jump in the truck come on baby lets roll
Say dirt roads lets go
Jump in the truck come on baby lets roll

Now I take her to the country and it ain’t for sleeping
We get to drinkin’ ya know what I’m thinkin’
Windows foggin’ an’ the tailgate squeakin’
We could hit the country every god damn weekend
Hain’t the third turn it up full blast
Thong on the wheel black bra on the dash
Ain’t know one around when we rollin’ in the grass
So you can be loud when I’m smackin’ that ooh

I’m oh take you to the country girl
I’m oh take you to the country girl
I’m oh take you to the country girl
I’m oh take you to the country

Out in California when the sun goes down
We go driving on the outside of town
All geared up for a saturday night
Baby jump in the trunk better hold on tight
Cause I’m a take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the coun-try

I seen you at the bar last saturday night
You gave me your card and I think it’s about time
Oh out in the woods I’m gonna take
The river bed is where I’ll lay you
Under the moonlight is where I’ll save you and you will save me too
I seen you at the movies and I seen you walk those streets
And I see you every single night in all my fantasies
So let’s jump in my truck and we’ll drive away
Slow down and I’ll find us a pile of haystacks
Climb to the top and I’ll lay you back
And make love til the sun comes up yeah

Out in California when the sun goes down
We go driving on the outside of town
All geared up for a saturday night
Baby jump in the trunk better hold on tight
Cause I’m a take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the coun-try

Sticks to the hood, tailgate and mattress
Sweep ’em back with a bottle of jack
Get sunset stars so we can make a raquet
Bang you in the bumper let big tex slap it
Slap it tap it hidden in the bush
Take another sip cause I love it when you buzz
Ain’t no holdin’ hands, got no time for love
We in the backroads [?]
Know what girl, Imma gonna take you out to the sticks
Know what girl, Imma gonna take you out to the pit
I’m a hit it to the drum when the fifteen hits
In a pile of hay or a pile of bricks cause

I’m oh take you to the country girl
I’m oh take you to the country girl
I’m oh take you to the country girl
I’m oh take you to the country

Out in California when the sun goes down
We go driving on the outside of town
All geared up for a saturday night
Baby jump in the trunk better hold on tight
Cause I’m a take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the coun-try

Out in California
Oh out in California
California

Moonshine Bandits – Pass The Ammo Lyrics

MOONSHINE BANDITS
Pass The Ammo Lyrics

There’s a storm on the horizon and
My adrenalines running wild
But I got my brothers standing next to me

So praise the lord and
Pass the ammo
Stars Stripes and Camo
There’s a price to be paid
To stay free

Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to fight
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to cry
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to die
I do it for my family and
Do it for my pride

Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to fight
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to cry
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to die
I do it for my family and
Do it for my pride

Laid up in this bunker
Rosary on my neck
I do this for my family and
The colors I respect
They forgotten those cowards took the towers down
You can bet I ain’t gonna hesitate to put em in the ground
Clutching on my rifle
Ammo by my side
Clutching on my bible
I do it for my pride
I’m trained to be fearless
I fear the unknown
Give my love to my family and
I’ll see them when I’m home

Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to fight
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to cry
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to die
I do it for my family and
Do it for my pride

Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to fight
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to cry
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to die
I do it for my family and
Do it for my pride

Proud of my county
Its the land of the free
Your enemies my enemies
Together we bleed
Your sister
Your brother your cousin whatever
Your families
My family in the trenches together

Pistol by my side with my rosary beads
Bible by my ammo man I hope He is watching me
Overseas overnight if I die I know its right
Freedom ain’t free
Pass the ammo
Let’s ride

Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to fight
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to cry
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to die
I do it for my family and
Do it for my pride

Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to fight
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to cry
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to die
I do it for my family and
Do it for my pride

Moonshine Bandits – She’s Crazy Lyrics

MOONSHINE BANDITS
She’s Crazy Lyrics

Get a little whiskey in her
And she goes a little crazy
I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t love it

She’s hard shot slammin’
Then she’s bar top dancin’
And I just can’t get enough of it

She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it

She’s the kinda girl I’m takin’ drinkin’ on the weekend
Seeing Journey dive bar, don’t stop believin’
Bloody Marys in the mornin’
Football Sunday
Both know we’re hurtin’ when we’re workin’ on a Monday
Love those family ties to her small town roots
She’s got a lotta pride in those cowgirl boots
Dancin’ on the tabletops
I love it how she moves
She’s my kinda girl cause she loves to get it loose

Get a little whiskey in her
And she goes a little crazy
I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t love it

She’s hard shot slammin’
Then she’s bar top dancin’
An I just can’t get enough of it

She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it

Love it how she mixes with the straight shot whiskey
Shotgun ridin’ in my Ford 350
Listens to some rock but she loves to bump country
Loves drinkin’ whiskey but she hates drinkin’ bubbly
Pinky finger down put her middle finger up
Once she slams one down she’ll be fillin’ up a cup
Same ole truck that the farm boys drive
Cause a country girl can survive

Get a little whiskey in her
And she goes a little crazy
An I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t love it

She’s hard shot slammin’
Then she’s bar top dancin’
And I just can’t get enough of it

Get a little whiskey in her
And she goes a little crazy
An I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t love it

She’s hard shot slammin’
Then she’s bar top dancin’
And I just can’t get enough of it

She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it

Lacs – Field Party Lyrics (feat. Jj Lawhorn)

LACS
Field Party Lyrics (feat. Jj Lawhorn)

You damn right,
It’s Friday night.
Grab the Busch and the Budd Light.
Meet me in the pasture back in the pines.
We in the spot that the cops can’t find.
Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw.
Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar.
We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild.
It’s goin down field party style.

Rippin up them dirt roads,
Stirrin up them cattle.
Show you where to make shine at as long as y’all don’t tattle.
Got big kegs and chub beers.
Party around that bonfire,
Horseshoes and corn hoe,
Roped off with barbed wire.
Bad broads with tanned legs,
Raised up on cornbread.
Dancin with them daisy dukes,

All they do is turn heads.
Rebel red bikini tops,

Man you know you want it.

They drinkin on that hunch punch,
Fore long they start to flaunt it.
So crank up them eighteens as loud as they can get.
Bout thirty miles from anything,
The law ain’t hearin shit.
Y’all get drunk and show out,
Cut lose and go out.
Here it’s goin down,
Down field party style.

You damn right,
It’s Friday night.
Grab the Busch and the Budd Light.
Meet me in the pasture back in the pines.
We in the spot that the cops can’t find.

Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw.
Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar.
We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild.
It’s goin down field party style.

Let’s get it crunk and do it right,
We gon crank it all night.
Tell your mom and old man,
They can bring the whole nine.

We got them tailgates down and the shots goin round.
Hit em up and get em up and tell this whole damn town.
We got the bonfire blowin,
The crowd is steady growin,
Five thousand plus will be here before you know it.
Got the grilled fired up,
Cookin every kind of meat.
We got the freaks in bikinis headed down to the creek.
We got Harleys over here,
Mud trucks over there,
Red necks and hill billys bout every damn where.
Come one,
Come all,
That’s how we do it in the south.
All we need is a field and we’ll turn the party out.

You damn right,
It’s Friday night.
Grab the Busch and the Budd Light.
Meet me in the pasture back in the pines.
We in the spot that the cops can’t find.
Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw.
Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar.
We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild.
It’s goin down field party style.

It’s goin down,
Field party style.
It’s goin down,
It’s goin down,
Field party style.

You damn right,
It’s Friday night.
Grab the Busch and the Budd Light.
Meet me in the pasture back in the pines.
We in the spot that the cops can’t find.
Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw.
Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar.
We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild.
It’s goin down field party style.

It’s goin down.
It’s goin down.
It’s goin down.
It’s goin down.

Moonshine Bandits – Sweet Home California Lyrics

MOONSHINE BANDITS
Sweet Home California Lyrics

Turn it up

Woooow woooow wooooo

It’s the wild wild west the wild wild west
It’s the wild wild west
It’s the wild wild west it’s the wild wild west

I’d like to welcome everybody to the wild wild west
The sunshine state where we get krunk the best
From the Bay to L.A., Sac-Town and back
Through the Valley of the Cali keep the kegs on tap
And if the party’s gonna pop then the party gonna crack
And the party don’t stop; Cali got my back
We got them big boy 4 bys, rolling with Guiness
Them low rider riders that are rolling with switches
Gangsters, skaters, bikers, strippers
Lakers, Raiders, Niners, Clippers
Choppers, coppers, can I get a witness?
Come on ma, you know why you want to hit this
Sixteen switches on an Eldo-rad-io
Smoke down windows with a banging audio
This how we roll when we roll when we roll
You know how we blow when we blow that dro
Cali Coast

Sweet Home California, Califo-hor-nia
Where my skies are always blue (where my skies are always blue)
Sweet home California, sweet home, oh yeah
I love coming home to you

Lord I’m coming home to you
Now my old town is like every small town, on the wild west coast
We get rowdy and we cut loose, we some bad ass dudes
Intoxicated from the whiskey (oh yeah), intoxicated from the rhythm and blues
(Let me help you sing, let me help you sing)
Moonshine go coast to coast
We gonna sing songs play show to show
And we keep on moving down the yellow state
Slanging CDs out the tail gate
We going state to state for the place that we from
The town that we run, the sound that we brung
You can hear our sound all around the globe, but there’s only one place that we call home and that’s…

Sweet Home California, Califo-hor-nia
Where my skies are always blue (where my skies are always blue)
Sweet home California, sweet home, oh yeah
I love coming home to you
Lord I’m coming home to you

I’m in the In & Out Burger then I’m hitting the club
I’m in the Pink Poodle, San-ho gettin’ some love
I’m in the Arco on Saxscot box above
I’m in my black cadillac bumping California love
I’m in the GB-freed in the SBC watching SF play against OAK
I’m in the LBC then the SAC but homie it’s still all C to the A
I’m in the floor seats with Jack Nichol watching the game
I’m in the LBC with ol’ Jesse James
I’m in the Humbolt county and we puffing the train
I’m in the double XL next to dre and the game
I’m up in Fresno Atark and we betting on the dogs
I got love for my Valley because we all stand tall
Where we from…

Sweet Home California, Califo-hor-nia
Where my skies are always blue (where my skies are always blue)
Sweet home California, sweet home, oh yeah
I love coming home to you
Lord I’m coming home to you

Lacs – God Bless A Country Girl Lyrics

LACS
God Bless A Country Girl Lyrics

You can find ’em in the sticks or way up town
God bless a country girl
By far we got the best looking girls around
God bless a country girl
Country girls got it going on
God bless a country girl
Grab your drink and sing along
God bless a country girl

She gets her redneck on a little red hot honey
Got a pick-up truck plus her daddy’s got some money
Makes a sweet potato pie that’ll shut your mouth
Ponytail to the side when she hang around the house
A little tomboy growing up, hunting and a fishing show
A 30-06, got a Carolina skiff
And if the creek gets hot she got a 4 wheel drive
A couple chains in the back, and some mud on the tires
Hell ya she’s a hot one, man I think I got one
She can go all day fishing in the hot sun
Man I guess I’m lucky to be living in the sticks
Boy just take a look around we got a basket of chicks

You can find ’em in the sticks or way up town
God bless a country girl
By far we got the best looking girls around
God bless a country girl
Country girls got it going on
God bless a country girl
Grab your drink and sing along
God bless a country girl

She’s a beauty queen but she likes to mud bog
Likes frogs, man this broad loves to hunt hogs
Likes to fish and she firing the kitchen
Cube steak, mash ‘tatoes and a little fried chicken
And I can say everyday that she’s perfect for me
Knows how to clean the gutter, makes the best sweet tea
Hey, a young girl with a no school soul
Man she had her first job when she was 8 years old
Ain’t worried about dirt and ain’t afraid to work
Loves Holy Jesus, she can rock that skirt
They don’t make ’em like this, she’s the last of her kind
So fine and divine, so glad she’s mine

You can find ’em in the sticks or way up town
God bless a country girl
By far we got the best looking girls around
God bless a country girl
Country girls got it going on
God bless a country girl
Grab your drink and sing along
God bless a country girl

Country girls got it going on
Go ahead baby this your song
Grab a drink and sing along
God bless a country girl
[x2]

Witness – Clap Your Hands Lyrics

WITNESS
Clap Your Hands Lyrics

Come on, clap your hands
Chorus:
Clap your hands
All ye people clap your hands
If you really wanna take a stand
Clap your hands
That is what I want you to do
2x
Verse 1:
When you put your hands together, the enemy gets confused
He says why would you give God praise
When I’ve done so much to ruin your day?
I’ve got the weapon of praise to overcome the enemy
Resisting him through my word
And now the devil’s got to flee
Chorus:
Clap your hands
All ye people clap your hands
If you really wanna take a stand
Clap your hands
That is what I want you to do
2x

Verse 2:
Clappin’ your hands to the rhythm
Not just the right thing to do
An ovation for the presence of the king
While his spirit is moving on you
Oh
Everybody does it
But it doesn’t really mean the same thing
Unless you plan to clap your hands to let the praises ring
Chorus:
Clap your hands
All ye people clap your hands
If you really wanna take a stand
Clap your hands
That is what I want you to do
2x
Verse 3:
Clap your hands
Do your dance
Lift him up
Clap your hands
Do your dance
Lift the savior up
Chorus:
Clap your hands
All ye people clap your hands
If you really wanna take a stand
Clap your hands
That is what I want you to do
2x

Verse 4:
Let me see you clap your hands
Everybody clap your hands
Let me see you clap your hands
Everybody clap your hands
5x

Avatar – Slave Hive Meltdown Lyrics

AVATAR
Slave Hive Meltdown Lyrics

do they dream?
These machines have eyes
I’m floating! i’m failing! i’m controlled!
A new way to fade away
Rebuilt and falling apart
Failure, frustration
Fading suns burn out

I’m asleep in a stream of consciousness
Mourning the broken rays of a sun
That i’ve tried to reach since day one

It’s just a vanishing dream
Between the ports of sorrow
And the gates of hell
Am i alone in here?
Inside its program:
Suffocate the last ones
Who look at the stars

I try to hide in a safe place
Away from their faces
Eyes watching me
Alive to die for what’s greater
Plastic creator
My river runs free

Beneath my feet: bodies
Make up the gear wheels
That keeps me alive
Choked on the xxxx that they feed me
And as they kill me
I’ll die with a smile

Fuuuck!
Weren’t we supposed to dream?
Then why is all i see these shadowns?
Just xxxxxxx shadows!
Imprisoned within imaginary walls
Built with lies and false promises
For the sheep that follow
Who am i?
A peasant given life to choke in this lie
All these borders and lines you’ve drawn in my mind
Am i really alive?

I’m asleep in a stream of consciousness
Mourning the broken rays of a sun
That i’ve tried to reach since day one

I’m playing their game
Just punishing myself
For trying to stay alive
Access denied
I’m not the only one inside my mind
My price tag is my birthright
For their profit they force me to fight

Stvrs – Million Miles Lyrics

STVRS
Million Miles Lyrics

Oh baby I could search for miles. From the Brooklyn bridge to the edge of
The river Nile but your a million miles away and there’s a million things
That I wish I didn’t say. Oh baby love never dies. Gonna build that bridge,
See you on the other side.

Everywhere I go all I see is you. Every night in my dreams I look for you.
Every time that I rewind I wish I said these things to you. You’re
Everything that I wish I never knew.

Oh baby I could search for miles. From the Brooklyn bridge to the edge of
The river Nile but your a million miles away and there’s a million things
That I wish I didn’t say.

There’s a million things I shouldn’t have said then maybe you’d be right
Here instead. I’ve been looking at your photograph thinking how to get you
Back now I know it’s over. She said it’s best that we move on took her
Things and now she’s gone. If I could turn back time I would. Was i not
Good enough for you? You took my heart and you broke it.

Oh baby I could search for miles. From the Brooklyn bridge to the edge of
The river Nile but your a million miles away and there’s a million things
That I wish I didn’t say.

A million miles ain’t impossible to cover if you had the bond we had as
Young lovers. Started off in the winter you were gone by the summer and
Every single day I think of you with another. Is he better than me? He
Won’t be fresher than me! If he breaks your heart will you cry to me? I
Accept we didn’t make it even tho it’s painful but this song right here
Dedicates to you.

Oh baby I could search for miles. From the Brooklyn bridge to the edge of
The river Nile but your a million miles away and there’s a million things
That I wish I didn’t say.

Lacs – 4 Wheel Drive Lyrics

LACS
4 Wheel Drive Lyrics

The weather man said its lookin’ good today,
Already hear the thunder and its fixin’ to rain,
Holler shotgun baby cause we’re fixin’ to ride,
We already got the busch all covered in ice,
Jump in and pop the clutch let it holler and cry,
You’re just a city slicker boy so why you bother to try,
Anybody could see the man look at the tires MT-44 chromed out bullet holes

If you wanna make a beer run its all on you,
Most trucks need one lane mine needs two,
I love riding high and chillen with the boys,
Good girls good drink make a little noise,
Got the pedal to the floor mat,
I’m on a roll cause I ain’t got stuck all day,
Got a rebel on the mud track,
Got a blonde riding shotgun with me and she’s ready to play

Shawty wanna ride in my 4 wheel drive,
Keep the speed down low and the seat up high,
While your stuck up in the mud let me slide on by,
Sh-Shawty wanna ride in my 4 wheel drive [x2]

I don’t even know why I’m doing this song,
Cause when you hear the pipes blast you know its on,
Z-71 over so much chrome,
So high up in the sky make you stand alone,
56 inch tires and a 2 ft. lift,
I gotta roll out the ladder just to get my chick,
It’s a real swamp buggy so you know what’s up,
Gotta keep playing kick kickin’ up mud

Got the camouflage swade and the RealTree on the dash,
I’m the mudbog champ can you hear those glass packs,
Got my hound dog boe tucked down in the back,
And "Cracker" on the tailgate written in black,
When I’m on the pavement we rumble and roar,
Got them little country girls commin’ back for more,
Mud trucks and trains in a country boy thing,
I’m just doing what I do cause them city boys can’t

Shawty wanna ride in my 4 wheel drive,
Keep the speed down low and the seat up high,
While your stuck up in the mud let me slide on by,
Sh-Shawty wanna ride in my 4 wheel drive [x2]

Shawty wanna ride in my 4 wheel drive,
Keep the speed down low and the seat up high,
While your stuck up in the mud let me slide on by,
Sh-Shawty wanna ride in my 4 wheel drive [x2]

Jacked up,
J-j-jacked up,
Shawty wanna ride in my 4 wheel drive,
Lift kit jacked up…

Moonshine Bandits – Burn Lyrics (feat. Big B)

MOONSHINE BANDITS
Burn Lyrics (feat. Big B)

Dance with the devil on a pale moon light
Car full of smoke with a jar full of shine
I put love in the club where there’s all black lights
I get love from the clubs where there’s all black bikes
Spend an over nighter paid my dues
The family full of shiners ain’t got nothing to prove
Cash in the stereo cocaine blues
See the blue lights flash but they won’t find booze
Finger on the highway I’m living wide open
Can’t [?] that you see me smokin’
Backroads buzzin cause they love me in the valley
Got me spreading like a wildfire burning up Cali

Let’s all ride, into the night
Cause we’re in your town
We gonna burn this building down
Let’s all ride, into the night
Cause we’re in your town
We gonna burn this building down
Let it burn

Fire fire watch this motherf**ker burn
So you want to talk shit get in line and wait your turn
Respect ain’t given it’s earned
You need to learn
I’m a roughneck that likes rough sex
Cash and big checks
Who grew up rocking oldschool hip hop and country in my tape deck
Cadillac [?]
What I’m riding on from Japan back to killer Cali
So operator operator 911
We about to burn the whole town down before we done
Rowdy rowdy ask somebody
Big B in the building and we came here to party

Keep the tie, keep the slacks
I’m wearing all black tall can and the [?]
Banging out to [?] let the mirror rattle back
The industry’s blurry I’m the answer to your cataracts
Back like a Chevy brand new lift
I got the old school cowboys bobbing to this
Riding on the white line clutching the fist
I got the old school outlaws bobbing to this
Came from the bottom with a brand new sound
I built what I got damn right I’m proud
There ain’t no grave that can hold me down
And there’s only one God that can judge me now

We gonna burn, we gonna burn
We gonna burn this building down

George Clinton – Some Of My Best Jokes Are Friends Lyrics

GEORGE CLINTON
Some Of My Best Jokes Are Friends Lyrics

The world is equal proportions
Of bullseyes
And bullshit
They were Bush
And they were foolish
Now there’s no one to listen
When they talk
Adam split the scene
On the Eve of destruction
Not unlike the way we split our jeans
But like the way we split our pair of genes
We split our world at the seams
Someone call the Space Limousine
Right!
Hitler hit the scene
With dreams of destruction
Not knowing what atom splitting means
While he dreamed his mean dreams
The means to his dreams split the scene
Someone call the Space Limousine
Right!
Basic training in the ghetto
Basic training in the ghetto
I’m talkin’ about your mama, you tuckhead
Where does the logic lie therein?
Some of my best jokes are friends
But like the way we split our genes
We split our world at the seams
Yes
Space Limousine is here
I hear you
Loud and clear
Give me liquid oxygen
Say there isn’t a second to waste
I’m here to save you
And take you to a galaxy away
All aboard
Right on time
3, 2, 1 countdown
We’ll climb
We’ll climb
DA DA DA DA DA DA
DA DA DA DA DADA DADA DADA
Atom split the scene
On the Eve of destruction
Nothing unlike the way we split our pair of jeans
But like the way we split our genes
We split our world at the seams
Someone call the Space Limousine
Does it matter the critical mass
News, ain’t nothing left they matter
Basic training in the ghetto
Basic training in the ghetto
I’m talkin’ about your mama, you tuckhead
Where does the logic lie therein?
Some of my best jokes are friends
Hitler hit the scene
With dreams of destruction
Not knowing what atom splitting means
While he dreamed his mean dreams
The means to his dreams split the scene
Someone call the Space Limousine
Space Limousine is here
Bad news about the future
Got nothing left
Drink lemon juice
Space lemon juice
So where does the logic lie therein
Some of my best jokes are friends