Doug Briney - Deja Vu All Over Again Lyrics


Doug Briney - Deja Vu All Over Again Lyrics

THEY GOT THEIR PASSPORTS AND FLIP FLOPS
THAT ISLAND CRUISE IS LONG OVERDUE
THEIR SONS IN THE NAVY DAUGHTER JEN HAS A BABY
NOW IT’S BACK TO JUST THEM TWO
THEN THE PHONE RINGS IT’S JEN
SHE SAID I'D LIKE TO GET MY DEGREE
IF I GET SOME LOANS AND MOVE BACK HOME
IT WOULD SURE HELP YOUR GRANDSON AND ME

NOW IT’S HIGH CHAIRS AND DIAPERS, BARNEY AND FRIENDS
IT’S DEJA VU ALL OVER AGAIN
COOKIE KISSES AND STICKY HUGS
RUBBER DUCKIES FLOATIN’ IN THE TUB
OATMEAL IN THE BABY’S HAIR
TINY FINGERPRINTS EVERYWHERE
THEY’RE BACK WHERE THEY’VE ALREADY BEEN
IT’S DEJA VU ALL OVER AGAIN
DEJA VU ALL OVER AGAIN

GRANDPA'S CHRYSLER JUST SITS THERE
EXCEPT FOR SUNDAY CHURCH A MILE AWAY
HE CALLED AND ASKED ABOUT JEN AND THE BABY AGAIN
AT LEAST THREE TIMES YESTERDAY
THEY STOPPED BY LAST WEEK
FOUND HIS PIPE BURNING THE RUG
HE HAD FALLEN ASLEEP WHILE WATCHING TV
THEY SAID DAD MOVE IN WITH US

NOW IT’S LECTURES AND RERUNS TABACCO TINS
IT’S DEJA VU ALL OVER AGAIN
ELVIS RECORDS AND ERNEST TUBB
OLD FISHIN' STORIES AND LOVE YOU HUGS
ARCHY BUNKER EASY CHAIR
FLANNEL SHIRT SMELL EVERYWHERE
THEY’RE BACK WHERE THEY’VE ALREADY BEEN
IT’S DEJA VU ALL OVER AGAIN
DEJA VU ALL OVER AGAIN

THE SANDWICH GENERATION CAUGHT BETWEEN THE YOUNG AND OLD
BUT THEY DON'T MIND PUTTING THEIR PLANS ON HOLD

NOW THEY'RE BACK WHERE THEY'VE ALREADY BEEN
IT'S DEJA VU DEJA VU
DEJA VU ALL OVER AGAIN

Miles Kane - Give Up Lyrics


Miles Kane - Give Up Lyrics

People call me superstitious
Well they’d better watch their tongue
This one is so malicious
Got me on the hit & run
Mirrors & suicide
It’s got me terrified
Shock horrors deep inside
Intuition never lies

You always get what you want
Just by strutting your stuff
Give up
Come on & give up control
Give up
Tainting my soul
Give up
You stand so tall
You come and take it all
Give up
Come on & give up control

Saw you in a magazine & I read your double spread
What does the future holds
Well you’d better keep your head
People talking through my mind
Strike it down
Losing time under pressure so unwind
Catch you some other time

You always get what you want
Just by strutting your stuff
Give up
Come on & give up control
Give up
Tainting my soul
Give up
You stand so tall
You come and take it all
Give up
Come on & give up control

You’re pretty, good looking
But I’m looking for a way out
You’re pretty, good looking
But I’m looking for a way out
You’re pretty, good looking
But I’m looking for a way out, out, out
So you should give it up

Come on & give up control
Give up
Tainting my soul
Give up
You stand so tall
You come and take it all
Give up
Come on & give up control

Chingy - Holiday Inn (Ft Snoop Dogg) Lyrics


Chingy - Holiday Inn (Ft Snoop Dogg) Lyrics

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Bomb ass pussy
Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy
Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy

[Chorus: Snoop + (Girl)]
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

[Chorus: Chingy + (Girl)]
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

[Verse 1: Chingy]
Peeps call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze road
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the game and must be winning
To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit

[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]

[Verse 2: Chingy]
Ma showed up like "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and silly
The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I thought about, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an island

[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]

[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In

[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, let the party begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes
Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends
Meet me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that sticky icky
And we gone do the damn thing
Now what I'm talking bout
We gon' disturb the peace right now
Yeah we ain't doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking bout, so push the button
You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you