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Pickin’ For Patton benefit June 26 in Georgia

Posted on April 2, 2021 by Azlyrics

Ever since banjo player Patton Wages of Volume Five suffered a stroke back in February, the bluegrass community has been sending well wishes and prayers in his direction. Fortunately, his dad, who was with him at the time, was able to summon medical attention very quickly, and while he has a long road ahead of him, Patton’s doctors says he can hope for a full recovery.

Many people have contributed to a GoFundMe campaign to help with rehab expenses, which are substantial, and today we learn that Acoustic Cellar Guitars where Patton was teaching, has organized a star-studded benefit concert for later this summer.

Billed as Pickin’ For Patton, the one day outdoor festival will be held on June 26 in Hiawassee, GA at the Georgia Mountain Fairgrounds. Already signed on to perform are Volume Five, Alan Bibey, Shawn Lane, Darin & Brooke Aldridge, Last Call with Brian & Maggie Stephens, Shannon Slaughter, The Amanda Cook Band, The Dave Adkins Band, and Backline. More are expected to be added as June draws near.

In addition to live music, Pickin’ For Patton will include two Martin guitar raffles, a vintage banjo raffle, a cake sale, and a 50/50 raffle. Proceeds from admission fees and these raffles will be donated to Patton’s medical fund.

This update on his condition was shared earlier today.

“Patton is currently in in-house rehab at Robert C Peace in Greenville, SC. He is still paralyzed on his left side, can’t see from his left eye, and can’t feel the left side of his tongue or mouth. His headaches seem to be better some days, and he seems to be able to get a little more comfortable when trying to rest. His mind is as sharp as ever, but Patton does think his thought process is a little bit slower than it was before the stroke.

Patton will be in rehab for several more weeks. Robert C Peace is training his Dad on the care he will need when he goes home which will include a live in nurse according to his Dad yesterday. We believe in miracles and we pray everyday for Patton to make a complete recovery!”

Details are still in flux for the festival, but organizers are hoping that people will save the date and plan to come out for a fun day of great bluegrass, and help out one of our own, one of the friendliest and most lovable people in our business.

Ask Sonny Anything… tell us about working with the symphony

Posted on October 23, 2020 by Azlyrics

Ask Sonny Anything is a recurring feature where our readers pose questions to the great Sonny Osborne, one half of the iconic Osborne Brothers who redefined bluegrass music in the 1960s, and noted banjo maven and collector of fine prewar instruments. Everyone is encouraged to pose queries of your own each week in the comments, about his history in the music, his wealth of banjo knowledge, or regarding any life advice you might be needing.

Chief,

Can you tell us about the recording of Gal You’ve Got A Job to Do? How did the song come about?

Jarrod C

Jarrod…come on in hyer boy…who wrote Gal You Got A Job To Do? Sorry to say I don’t know and couldn’t find out. I can tell you it was recorded in 1968 at Bradley’s Barn Studio and it was sent to, and given to us by Teddy Wilburn. I was asked to use a sort of black dialect which I regretted. It’s poking fun at someone for the way they talk, if you’ve ever heard me talk, my God they oughta be making fun of me.

I got to thinking about that after it was recorded, however, once it goes on tape you don’t have any more to say about it, or at least that’s how it was inn 1968. Consequently, we never performed that song. I’m sorry I did it the way I did!

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Sonny, I’m from Georgia but living in Breathitt Co, KY. I noticed you always call your close friends “Brother.” Just curious, is that a Masonic reference? Love y’all’s music. It’s a part of my life.

Tommy

Tommy….come in and park right over here…Thank you for asking. Calling friends Brother came originally from a great friend and follower named “Cadillac Jack Collins.” Always drove a sharp Cadillac and followed us around. He called Bobby brother…always referred to Bobby as “BROTHER.” It just started with Jack and eventually everyone in our band started referring to Bobby as Brother. Including me. It’s not a Masonic, or anything else related to anything. I kinda like it, so I’ll keep right on as long as no one is offended….in that case, I’ll just keep on doing it.

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Sonny:

In the modern era of banjo equipment a player has the choice of hundreds of different products from bridges, to strings, to capos, to heads, etc. Could you comment on what was available when you started to play professionally? I have heard that playing with a hide head makes it difficult to keep the banjo in tune. What kind of banjo equipment did you use back then, and what was available? I have heard that you could even buy banjo strings in drug stores back in the day. Did you ever struggle to find strings or break a string and not have a replacement and have to use one of Bobby’s mandolin strings?

Thanks, Mike

Mike. Thank you for joining us. You are correct, this day and time, people who want to learn to play have everything a person would need to become a great player, if they want to apply the time. Back in the day, not so. We had nothing but Gibson ropes and Rogers 3 star heads…which were a complete pain to even try and have your banjo sound half way decent.

It seemed as though one degree of temp change would have an astounding affect on that very expensive 3 star head. Grover bridges was about it, until Silvio Feretti in Italy (builds great banjo bridges), Remo and KRAKO, saved the day. Don’t laugh, Derek Vaden (Larry Stephenson Band,) Lincoln Hensley, Lizzy (Elizebeth) Long (Little Roy and Lizzy). They’re playing Krako. They are good banjos. Don’t look like much but will sound better than anything since 1934. I just had to say that.

I digress…sorry. The plastic head arrived…must be ’60 or ’61. Earl told me that a feller would never have to buy another head, which was about the truth. We had Gibson, Black Diamond, Mapes, and a couple more for strings. On Sunday if you broke one and couldn’t tie it back, you got out to find a drug store and get a set of Bell Brand Strings. Yep, a drug store. We guessed at the tightness (No drum Dial) of that $26.00 Rogers head, sometimes lay the banjo in the back window so it could get dry from the sun. Gibson Mastertones were selling for as much as $75.00…that’s true, I paid (my Dad) $125 for one…later Butch paid $5700 for an RB 4. I’ve heard of one now priced at 1.2 mil. The times they are a changing.

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Hi there Sonny.

I remember a while back you had said you’d get into discussing the symphony work that the band did at some other time. …is now a good time? I’m curious as to how that all started and any other bits of info you’d like to pass on.

It’s always a pleasure hearing what you have to say.

Ayns

Ayns…thank you for your time. Folks…Aynsley Porchak is a great fiddle player. Ayns, Lincoln Hensley, and Lieutenant Dan Boner are playing some great East Tennessee Bluegrass Music.

Now is as good as any to tell my gruesome story. It all started back in ‘22, yep it’s all coming back to me now…. I was born in ‘37…no, forget all that. The whole orchestra idea came from The McClain Family Band. They were to do a date in Indianapolis with the symphony, and I was just full of curiosity on just how that worked, and how I could apply that to The Brothers. Understand though, I had NO idea of the amount of protocol that was involved…but it was so intriguing to me, and a huge challenge, that after seeing the crowd and the response they received, I just had to check it out.

I called Raymond and set up a meeting with the McClains, and off I went to their home in Berea Kentucky, with about 100 questions. They were kind enough to tell me what I needed to know. I contacted Buddy Spicher, and he in turn contacted Chris Wilkenson, both who were former members of the Nashville Symphony. I’m making a very long story into a much shorter one. We had a meeting in which all was explained to them both, and they agreed to write the music for 7 songs…actually it’s called The Score. This is such a complex ordeal…if I told you all of it you wouldn’t continue reading…I would venture to say that half of you have already went about doing something else. Oh well. IT says ASK ANYTHING.

Then, I called Geoff Berne and asked him to be our “Symphony Agent.” So, a bunch of rehearsals with our band and Buddy/Chris and dozens of problems solved. All except one monster…. None of us read music…Bad news…so you improvise…right? So I did. It was at this point that it dawned on me just how sharp the conductor had to be. See, each member has what he plays…and we’re talking about 50-100 people. The conductor guy must know all the parts and be able to ….never mind that…just ..Keep in mind that if you make one blunder then you have what they call “A Train Wreck!” So we had a deal.

I devised a system where I counted the number of banjo licks between line one and two, nodded to Bobby, he watched me so he would come in at the right time, the other guys watched Bobby and so they knew when to come in. So, we’re ready to try it out though scared shitless! (I bet you know how that is.)

We did about 20 of these dates from children’s orchestras to San Antonio, Texas. The real deal. Man, they were good. James Saderas was the MAN. Conductor. The violin section was right behind me. In rehearsal, when we started playing, they giggled. I took it as long as could. I stopped and verbally unloaded on them. I ended the profanity laced tirade by saying “when you make a record that becomes a state song and 6 million people buy the record, then you M….f…..ers may laugh, until then, shut the f…up and work at doing your jobs!” They looked at Mr. Saderas and he said, “Don’t look at me…shut the f… up and do your jobs…tap tap..LINE 21!”

When Blaine Sprouse and JD Brock finished their rendition of an electric bass solo, and then Blaine killed ‘em with The Orange Blossom Special, this bunch that giggled…. and the audience, stood…the next night at the performance. So we figured that was a good place, there in sight of The Alamo, to call a close to that experiment.

Wait, we had one more on the books to do. That would be Owensboro, Kentucky. Heavily promoted. I was told that we had 18,000 souls there that night. I know that standing on the stage you could look left and see people, look in front of us and you could see more people, then look to the right and you saw more people. I know, there was a bunch of folks there that night. Wish you could have been there! Hit was a site, brother…I sware hit wuz!!!!!

Oh, one other thing I wanted to tell you is how we did our show. We were to do 45 minutes. We had 7 songs written. We went on and played a few, then did one or two with the orchestra…then a couple more alone. And more of the same ending with Rocky Top. Man, I was glad that phase was over.

If you have something you would like to ask Sonny, be sure to post it in the comments below, or send it to us directly

Bluebonnet Highway – Buddy Jewell

Posted on July 23, 2020 by Azlyrics

Buddy Jewell first made a name for himself on the national level as the winner of the first season of Nashville Star, an American Idol-style talent contest that focused on country music in the early 2000s. Following his win, he quickly shot up the charts with popular songs such as Help Pour Out the Rain and Sweet Southern Comfort. Since then, he’s released several CDs, dabbling in traditional country and Gospel styles most recently, and has received award considerations for several original Gospel songs.

His latest effort, however, takes him into bluegrass territory. Bluebonnet Highway, released last month from Diamond Dust Records, layers Jewell’s warm country vocals over skillfully-played bluegrass instrumentation, leading to an album that’s sure to please country fans who miss the sounds of a few decades ago.

Bluebonnet Highway is an interesting combination of songs, featuring new originals, Jewell’s take on songs from some of his favorite artists, and a couple re-cuts of his previous hits. One of the highlights is the lead single, Teardrop in the Gulf of Mexico, which Jewell co-wrote with Jerry Salley. It’s definitely bluegrass radio-friendly, reminiscent of some of Salley’s own releases, filled with gentle mandolin and fiddle and finding the singer regretting a broken relationship. The title track is also a Jewell original. Another nice slice of country-tinged grass, it rolls along at a laidback pace and looks forward to a future when the singer is finally over a lost love.

Country fans, especially those who favor music of thirty or forty years ago, should recognize quite a few of the songs here. Waylon Jennings’s I’m a Ramblin’ Man opens the album, with nice banjo filling in for the honky-tonk sounds of Jennings’s original. Jewell’s voice is well-suited to singing this style of song – I could be down for a Waylon or Merle Haggard style album from him. He also tackles Tom T. Hall’s, Hero in Harlan, with ease. The bluegrass instrumentation suits this song – and Jewell’s straightforward delivery of it – well. I also enjoyed his vocals on the cut of The Band’s The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, though the bouncy arrangement doesn’t quite match the desperation of the lyrics.

Ed Bruce’s My First Taste of Texas is a standout here, with warm, plainspoken vocals guided by tasteful banjo. You’re the Best Break This Old Heart Ever Had also comes from Bruce. With a clever twist on the word “break,” the lyrics make it an enjoyable listen. In contrast with the gently rolling melodies of these two numbers is Jewell’s version of Georgia on a Fast Train. It isn’t quite as rollicking as Billy Joe Shaver’s version, but Jewell still seems to have a lot of fun with it.

Jewell’s backing band and harmony vocalists on the album includes several names bluegrass fans will be quite familiar with, including Kenny and Amanda Smith, Michael Cleveland, Danny Roberts, and Josh Swift, among several others. Though Jewell’s vocals are generally the star of the show, the musicianship here is strong and often well-suited to the bluegrass-style updates of older songs.

Covid-19 threw a bit of a wrench into the recording of this album, with the music being tracked prior to the pandemic and Jewell’s vocals being recorded several months later, which leaves a bit to be desired in the production. However, I feel like he would put on a great live show with a tight band backing him up – think the mix of country and bluegrass you get from artists like Marty Raybon or Dave Adkins. Bluebonnet Highway may still fall a little closer to the country side of the spectrum than bluegrass, but bluegrass fans who also enjoy traditional country will still appreciate this album.

For more information on Buddy Jewell, visit his website. His new album is available from several online music retailers.

Save Our Summer festival to be held late June in Georgia

Posted on May 13, 2020 by Azlyrics

Somebody had to be first, and it looks like it will be the SOS Music Fest in Lincolnton, GA at the end of June.

When announcements first came down that all large gatherings across the country were cancelled until further notice, the question in everyone’s mind was, “When will they start back up?” We are delighted to share that on the same day we learned that the venerable Old Fiddlers Convention in Galax would not be held this August – the first time since the second World War – news has been released that Evans Media Source will be holding a live bluegrass event June 26-27 in Lincolnton, GA.

Since Georgia is the first state to allow businesses to reopen, coupled with the news that sunlight and higher temperatures/humidity greatly restrict the ability of the virus to survive outside a host, Ernie and Debi Evans wanted to offer bluegrass fans a chance to get together outdoors, with proper social distancing procedures in place.

Scheduled to perform are The Malpass Brothers, Sideline, Deeper Shade of Blue, The Kody Norris Show, Rebekah Speer, Backline, and more. Sherry Boyd will serve as MC, and ticket and campsite reservations are being accepted now at (386) 385-3500.

SOS stands for Save Our Summer, and the Music Fest will be held at the Lewis Family Homeplace. Evans Media Source set the festival to run in late June to accommodate COVID-19 restrictions. And since many traditional festival fans may feel uncomfortable attending in person, the music will also be streamed on social media for the folks at home, with support from local businesses.

For those who do attend in person, the following prevention measures will be in place:

Limited seating (outdoor venue)
Festival ticketing and check in entrance will transition into a paperless system
Social distancing in all areas of the festival site will be enforced
Daily temperatures will be taken at designated checkpoints
Special sanitizing measures will be implemented at stage, vendor, and merchandise areas
Stage shows will be extended to minimize set up times between sanitizing

Tickets for the weekend are $70, and $40 for Friday or Saturday only. Children under 12 will be admitted at no charge.

This SOS Music Fest is being presented by the SOS Coalition, a joint effort by Evans Media Source and the entertainers booked on the festival. They hope to make this a traveling show that can present a live music festival at various southeastern locations this summer.

Yee haw… back to bluegrass!

Terry Poirier leaving Little Roy & Lizzy Show

Posted on April 8, 2020 by Azlyrics

Terry Poirier, bass player with The Little Roy & Lizzy Show, has announced that he is leaving the band and coming off the road.

A Canadian by birth, Terry has been living in Kentucky since 2009. Upon arrival in Lexington from New Brunswick, he went to work for NewTown, and played bass for them for the next five years. After that came nearly four years with The Spinney Brothers, fellow Canadian hard-core grassers. When the Spinneys left active touring in 2017, Poirier took the job with Roy and Lizzy.

But he says now that the distance between where they are based in Georgia, and his home in Kentucky, just brings with it too much driving, hence his decision to step down.

In a note to fans and friends, Terry shared his deep admiration for Little Roy Lewis and Lizzy Long.

“I first met Little Roy and the Lewis Family in 1994 at the Blistered Fingers Bluegrass Festival in Maine. Never did I dream I would end up performing with such a legend for the last three years. I will say you’ll never meet a nicer musician with soooooo much energy! For a bass player originally from Canada, this kind of opportunity doesn’t happen every day and for that I am blessed.

Lizzy is very talented in her own right, writing and singing songs from her own and the Lewis Family massive catalog. She plays about anything you put in her hands.

I want to personally thank them both and the other boys in the band for all the picking and singing we did on stage, and the time spent off stage as well.

I must thank my lovely wife Holly for the many days and weeks I was gone throughout the years playing music full time. It’s not just anyone that would be ok with that kind of work situation.

I also want to thank the many fans I’ve met in the last 11 years. Bluegrass fans are some of nicest people I’ve ever encountered.

Though I will not be on the road anymore, I will still be on Facebook some posting my funny stuff as always. I may also join in the odd local jam going on just to keep my fingers limber.”

Mark my word… Terry will be back on the national bluegrass scene at some point.

Luke Combs – I Got Away With You lyrics

Posted on June 6, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
Well I got caught in Panama City
Tryin’ to buy some beer for some Georgia girls
And I got wore out by my daddy
For stealin’ cigarettes from the Smokes and More
And all my friends would get away
Seems I’d get caught, plain as day
I took the blame for every little thing

[Chorus]
But I got away with you
And somehow I still ain’t been found out
It’s a crazy truth
Like I strolled out the gates of Alcatraz
And I walked in the Louvre
Now the Mona Lisa’s hanging in my house
I bust out of Buckingham with the crown jewels
And I got away with you

[Verse 2]
Well lookin’ like you do
On its damn own, should be a crime
Let a lonely fool like me
Hand in hand with you, should be doin’ time
But here we are runnin’ free
Guess someone turned the other cheek
‘Cause there ain’t no blue lights in the rear-view

[Chorus]
Yes, I got away with you
And somehow I still ain’t been found out
It’s a crazy truth
Like I strolled out the gates of Alcatraz
And I walked in the Louvre
Now the Mona Lisa’s hanging in my house
I bust out of Buckingham with the crown jewels
And I got away with you

[Bridge]
I’ll take it all, the fails, the falls
The county jails and one phone calls
I’d do it all again if I had to

[Chorus]
‘Cause I got away with you
Somehow girl, I still ain’t been found out
It’s a crazy truth
Like I strolled out the gates of Alcatraz
And I walked in the Louvre
Now the Mona Lisa’s hanging in my house
I bust out of Buckingham with the crown jewels
And I got away with you
When I got away with you
Yeah, I got away with you

Slim Jxmmi – Juggling Biddies (feat. Riff 3x) lyrics

Posted on May 7, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Zaytoven
Ayy, Sremmlife!
Man, I’m fucked up see me muthafucka’
Slim Jxmmi!

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Man, this morning I woke up on some player shit
Mission of the day – slay a bitch
I’m getting to the bank, can’t fake that shit
I don’t even keep a wallet ‘cause the cake don’t fit (woo)
Man the hate don’t quit (woo), so I ain’t gon’ quit (never)
All my niggas want to win, we’ll take that shit
Don’t know what the record is, but we gon’ break that shit (huh?)
And we don’t need no fuckin’ break we stay awake for that grip, yeah
We stay awake and go get it (go get it)
Uh, I gotta shine on these bitches
I’ma prolly get the SL lifted (get it lifted)
‘Cause I don’t think the 24’s gon’ fit it (shh)
My double cup dizzy (shh)
I’m pro with the ticket (shh)
Imagine a line I got these girls in here strippin’ (take it off)
ATL, Georgia we in the muthafuckin’ city (wassup)
VIP flooded we in it big with Zaytiggy (Zaytiggy)

[Chorus: Riff 3x and Slim Jxmmi]
Uh, okay
Jugglin’ biddies (woo, get money)
(You know me) Jugglin’ biddies (yuh, I’ma do it)
(Uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, whoa, what you doin’?) Jugglin’ biddies
(Yah, ayy, ayy) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, yuh, okay) Jugglin’ biddies
(I got your bitch, she fiendin’, uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(I’m comin’ through the crib) Okay, Jugglin’ biddies (uh, woo)

[Verse 2: Riff 3x]
Woke up early on some gangsta shit (gangsta shit)
Told my bitch to bend it over and take the dick (take the dick)
Gotta get it by all means, that’s why I chase them nigs
Cigarillo full of kush (woo), and I look like a light
Keep it fresh like a mint when I ride behind tint
I used to dream about ballin’, now I swish on you hoes
I went and got me a bag (woo, woo) and draped my body in gold
Sold my soul to a pot ‘cause I’m re-rockin’ them Os
I stay down and committed, that’s why I die by the pennies
I been hustlin’ all night (ugh), tryna get me a milli
Got the people strappin’ all time when you be dealin’ (yeah)
‘Cause niggas get in they feelings (woo)
When they ain’t ’bout they business (that right)

LUKE BRYAN – What Makes You Country lyrics

Posted on October 7, 2017 by Azlyrics

People talkin’ ’bout what is and what ain’t country
What gives ’em a right to wear a pair of beat-up boots?
Is it the size of your tires and your fires, or your wild ass buddies?
Well, give me a minute, let me hit you with some hometown truth

[Pre-Chorus]
You could be a cowboy on the Texas plain
Or a plowboy waitin’ on the rain
We’re all a little different, but we’re all the same
Everybody doin’ their own thing

[Chorus 1]
I got my dirt road cred when I was 12
On a no cap tractor halling in bales
Backing in boats, fishing landlines
Running bird docks through the Georgia pines
Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judging
Just be proud of what makes you country

[Verse 2]
Does it run in your blood?
Did it come from your daddy and mama?
Where you converted by an Alabama song on the radio?
That feels so right
Did you lock eyes with a little green eyed girl from Jackson?
Tell me what got ya, I just gotta know

[Chorus 2]
Me, I got my Sunday learning in a level church
Silver cream corn in a backyard dirt
Waiting for the fall to finally come along
So I can grab by gun and get my outside on
Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judging
Just be proud of what makes you country

[Brdge]
Might be from a city or a little farm town
Whatever kind of square that you drove around
Do you wear in on your sleeve or keep it deep down?
You know you gotta let it out

[Chorus 1]
I got my dirt road cred back when I was 12
On a no cap tractor halling in bales
Backing in boats, fishing land lines
Running bird docks through them Georgia pines
Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judging
And just be proud of what makes you country
Whatever makes you country

[Outro]
You do your kinda country
They doing they kind of country
I do my kind of country
Whatever makes us country

Cold hearted – Bryce Fox lyrics

Posted on March 22, 2017 by Azlyrics

Lyrics Bryce Fox – Cold hearted

It’s somewhere north of Florida
A little west of Georgia
At my best, you’re not impressed
‘Cause I’m a loser
Both my wings are frozen, cold like Minnesota
Pinned between the boulders with the rest.(cold hearted)

But I try, I try not to need you
Like you need me
And I try, and I try not to need you
Like you need me.

I’m sick and tired of living in LA
Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
I need a place to go with the seasons
Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
To be coldhearted.

You like hills and yoga
I like hanging over
You’re more like Kim and I’m too nice to be your Kanye
Stand up like a soldier versuri-lyrics.info
But I’m a rock & roller
I take my rage and throw the flames into the water.

But I try, I try not to need you
Like you need me
And I try, and I try not to need you
Like you need me.

I’m sick and tired of living in LA
Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
I need a place to go with the seasons
Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
To be coldhearted.

I’m way too cold to hold ya
Call me when it’s over
I realized I’m just as frozen as the rest.

I’m sick and tired of living in LA
Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
I need a place to go with the seasons
Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
To be coldhearteddd.
Bryce Fox lyrics
Video hearted

Tracy Byrd – Watermelon Crawl

Posted on March 14, 2017 by Azlyrics

I was drivin’ through Georgia in late July
On a day hot enough to make the devil sigh
I saw a homemade sign writtin’ in red
Rhine county watermelon festival ahead

Well, I wasn’t in a hurry so I slowed down
Took a two lane road to a one horse town
There was a party goin’ on when I got there
I heard a welcome speech from a small town mayor

He said we got a hundred gallons of sweet red wine
Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine
Help yourself to some, but obey the law if you drink
Don’t drive do the watermelon crawl

When the band started playin the watermelon queen
Said let me show you somethin’ that you ain’t ever seen
She grabbed me by the arm said come on lets go
She dipped down, spun around, and do-ce-doed

She rocked back on her heels dropped down to her knees
She craweled across the floor and jumped back to her feet
She wiggled and she giggled and be all you ever saw
She said this is how you do the watermelon crawl

He said we got a hundred gallons of sweet red wine
Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine
Help yourself to some, but obey the law if you drink
Don’t drive do the watermelon crawl

If your ever down in georgia around about july
If you ain’t in a hurry then you aw to stop by
I can guarantee that you’re goin have a ball
Learnin’ how to do the watermelon crawl

He said we got a hundred gallons of sweet red wine
Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine
Help yourself to some, but obey the law if you drink
Don’t drive do the watermelon crawl

Yeah do the watermelon crawl
Have fun you all
Do the watermelon crawl

Bobbie Gentry – Fancy

Posted on February 11, 2017 by Azlyrics

"Well, I remember it all very well lookin’ back
It was the summer that I turned eighteen.
We lived in a one-room, run down shack
On the outskirts of New Orleans.

We didn’t have money for food or rent
To say the least we was hard-pressed
When Momma spent every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin’ dress.

Well, Momma washed and combed and curled my hair,
Then she painted my eyes and lips.
Then I stepped into the satin dancin’ dress.
It had a split in the side clean up to my hips.

It was red, velvet-trimmed, and it fit me good
And standin’ back from the lookin’ glass
Was a woman
Where a half grown kid had stood.

She said, "Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down."

Momma dabbed a little bit of perfume
On my neck and she kissed my cheek
Then I saw the tears welling up
In her troubled eyes as she started to speak

She looked at our pitiful shack and then
She looked at me and took a ragged breath
She said, Your Pa’s runned off, and I’m real sick
And the baby’s gonna starve to death.

She handed me a heart-shaped locket that said
"To thine own self be true"
And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across
The toe of my high-healed shoe

It sounded like somebody else was talkin’
Askin’, "Momma what do I do?"
She said, "Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy.
They’ll be nice to you."

She said, "Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.
God forgive me for what I do,
But if you want out girl it’s up to you
Now don’t let me down,
Now get on out, you better start sleepin’ uptown."

That was the last time I saw my momma
When I left that rickety shack
The welfare people came and took the baby.
Momma died and I ain’t been back.

But the wheels of fate had started to turn
And for me there was no other way out.
It wasn’t very long after that I knew exactly
What my momma was talkin’ ’bout.

I knew what I had to do.
Then I made myself this solemn vow:
I’s gonna to be a lady someday
Though I didn’t know when or how.

But I couldn’t see spendin’ the rest of my life
With my head hung down in shame.
You know I mighta been born just plain white trash.
But Fancy was my name.

"Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.

Wasn’t long after that a benevolent man
Took me in off the streets
One week later I was pourin’ his tea
In a five roomed penthouse suite.

Charmed a king, a congressman
And an occasional aristocrat
And I got me an elegant Georgia mansion
And a New York townhouse flat.

Now I ain’t done bad

Now in this world there’s a lot of self-righteous
Hypocrites who call me bad.
They criticize Momma for turning me out
No matter how little we had.

Though haven’t had to worry ’bout nothin’
Now for nigh on fifteen years
But I can still hear the desperation
In my poor mommas voice ringin’ in my ears.

"Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
Oh, here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.
God forgive me for what I do,
But if you want out well it’s up to you.
Now your mama’s helping you move uptown."

Thomas Rhett – American Spirit

Posted on January 3, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
Ridin’ down red dirt
Drivin’ in a white truck
Lookin’ at a pretty blue sky
Tired eyed kids playin’ in a sprinkler
Daddy drinkin’ cold bud light
Talk about a big life
In a small town, ain’t got a lot
But we sure found what we were looking for
Georgia red lipstick, tied white tanktop
Levi denim blue eyes
Bottle rockets blowin’ up
Hot dogs servin’ up
It ain’t even fourth of july
That’s just how it is ’round here and we love it
We wouldn’t trade it all in for nothin’ more

[Chorus]
Ohhh
It’s in the song, baby can’t you feel it
Ohhh
And if you can’t baby, listen to the lyrics
It’s friday night freedom
Football game
It’s proud of where you from
Its your last name
It’s thirteen stripes and fifty stars [in the wind?]
So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it
That American spirit

[verse 2]
Old red six string, white piece of paper
Scribbled down, lovin’ blue ink
Sweet pretty girl, sweet southern melody
Sweep her right off of her feet
It’s a preacher, it’s a [?]
It’s a ring on a finger and bible
[and a title, on a fixer up house?]

[Chorus x2]
Ohhh
It’s in the song, baby can’t you feel it
Ohhh
And if you can’t baby, listen to the lyrics
It’s friday night freedom
Football game
It’s proud of where you from
It’s your last name
It’s thirteen stripes and fifty stars [in the wind?]
So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it
That American spirit

[Outro]
Ridin’ down red dirt
Drivin’ in a white truck
Lookin’ at a pretty blue sky

Brook Benton – Rainy Night In Georgia

Posted on December 5, 2016 by Azlyrics

Hoverin’ by my suitcase
Tryin’ to find a warm place to spend the night
A heavy rain a fallin’
Seems I hear your voice callin’
"It’s all right"
A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
I believe it’s rainin’ all over the world
Neon signs a flashin’
Taxi cabs and busses passin’ through the night
The distant moanin’ of a train
Seems to play a sad refrain to the night
A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
I believe it’s rainin’ all over the world
How many times I’ve wondered
It still comes out the same
No matter how you look at it, think of it
You just got to do your own thing
I find me a place in a box car
So I take out my guitar to pass some time
Late at night when it’s hard to rest
I hold your picture to my chest
And I’m all right
A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
I believe it’s rainin’ all over the world

Gladys Knight & The Pips – Midnight Train To Georgia

Posted on November 22, 2016 by Azlyrics

L.A. proved too much for the man
(Too much for the man, he couldn’t make it)
So he’s leaving a life he’s come to know, ooh
(He said he’s going)
He said he’s going back to find
(Going back to find)
Ooh, what’s left of his world
The world he left behind not so long ago

He’s leaving
(Leaving)
On that midnight train to Georgia, yeah
(Leaving on the midnight train)
Said he’s going back
(Going back to find)
To a simpler place and time, oh yes he is
(Whenever he takes that ride, guess who’s gonna be right by his side)
I’ll be with him
(I know you will)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on a midnight train to Georgia, woo woo)
I’d rather live in his world
(Live in his world)
Than live without him in mine
(Her world is his, his and hers alone)

He kept dreaming
(Dreaming)
Ooh, that some day he’d be a star
(A superstar, but he didn’t get far)
But he sure found out the hard way
That dreams don’t always come true, oh no, uh uh
(Dreams don’t always come true, uh uh, no, uh uh)
So he pawned down his hopes
(Woo, woo, woo-woo)
And even sold his old car
(Woo, woo, woo-woo)
Bought a one way ticket back to the life he once knew
Oh yes he did, he said he would

Oh-oh, he’s leaving
(Leaving)
On that midnight train to Georgia, yeah
(Leaving on a midnight train)
Said he’s going back to find, ooh
(Going back to find)
A simpler place and time, ooh, yeah
(Whenever he takes that ride, guess who’s gonna be right by his side)
I’m gonna be with him
(I know you will)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on a midnight train to Georgia, woo woo)
I’d rather live in his world
(Live in his world)
Than live without him in mine
(Her world is his, his and hers alone)

Ooh, he’s leaving
(Leaving)
On the midnight train to Georgia, yeah, ooh y’all
(Leaving on the midnight train)
Said he’s going back to find
(Going back to find)
Ooh, a simpler place and time, ooh y’all, uh-huh
(Whenever he takes that ride, guess who’s gonna be right by his side)
I’ve got to be with him
(I know you will)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on a midnight train to Georgia, woo woo)
I’d rather live in his world
(Live in his world)
Than live without him in mine
(Her world is his, his and hers alone)

For love, gonna board the midnight train to ride
For love, gonna board, gotta board the midnight train to go
For love, gonna board, uh huh, the midnight train to go
My world, his world, our world, mine and his alone
My world, his world, our world, mine and his alone
I got to go
I got to go
I got to go, hey
I got to go
I got to go
My world, his world, my man, his girl
I got to go
I got to go, oh
I got to go
My world, his world, our world, his girl

Usher – Wait For It Lyrics

Posted on November 19, 2016 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it

[Verse 1]
Theodosia writes me a letter every day
I’m keeping the bed warm while her husband is away
He’s on the British side in Georgia
He’s trying to keep the colonies in line
Well he can keep all of Georgia
Theodosia, she’s mine

[Chorus 1]
Love don’t discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
And we keep lovin’ anyway
We laugh and we cry and we break
And we make our mistakes
And if there’s a reason I’m by her side
When so many have tried
I’m willing to wait for it
Then, I’m willing to wait for it

[Verse 2]
My grandfather was a fire and brimstone preacher, preacher, preacher, preacher
But there are things that the homilies and hymns won’t teach ya, teach ya, teach ya, teach ya
My mother was a genius, genius, my father commanded respect, respect
When they died they left no instructions, just a legacy to protect

[Chorus 2]
Death don’t discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
Yeah, we keep living anyway
We rise and we fall and we break
And we make our mistakes
And if there’s a reason I’m still alive
When everyone who loves me has died
I’m willing to wait for it
Then I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it…

[Bridge]
(Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it)
I am the one thing in life I can control
(Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it)
I am inimitable, I am original
(Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it)
I’m not falling behind or running late
(Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it)
I am not standing still, I am lying in wait
(Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it)
Everyone faces an endless uphill climb
You got something to prove, you got nothing to lose
Everyone’s pace is relentless, you waste no time, time
What is it like in his shoes?

[Chorus 3]
Life don’t discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints
Taking me, taking me, taking…
And we keep living anyway
We rise and we fall and we break
And we make our mistakes
But I know there’s a reason I’m alive
So many have died
And I’m still waiting for it
I’m willing to wait for it

[Chorus 2]
Life don’t discriminate
Between the sinners
And the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
And we keep living anyway
We rise and we fall and we break
And we make our mistakes
And if there’s a reason I’m still alive
When everyone who loves me has died
I’m willing to wait for it (Yes I am)
I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it

[Outro]
I’m willing to wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it

Young Jeezy – Bout That (feat. Lil Wayne)

Posted on November 18, 2016 by Azlyrics

I put them O’s in the microwave but you ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today but you ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today but you ain’t ’bout that there
Don’t make me fuck your bitch today ’cause you ain’t ’bout that there

He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there

Start at the hammer I ain’t talking ’bout astrology
For any pussy doubted, bitch you owe me an apology
Only talkin’ ’bout that trappin’ shit, I opened up the door for that
I could’ve stopped at 101 tell me who shit coming close to that
But you know how the saying goes how I cut the tape make a wish
Call your clientele say I’m ’bout to make your favorite dish
My wrists can’t keep my arms close, yeah I’m talkin’ Arnold Schwarzenegger
Dropped the mixtapes, changed the game
Whoever thought it’d be a Georgia nigga
Jumped off the porch but I landed on my feet
It’s real in the field when and bought a set of cleats
Fuck them silly ass nigga, yeah the crib like Disneyland
Made chops since I started, guess I’ve been a busy man

Jumped off the porch at eleven, bitch I been ’bout it
I’m gang gang I been solid
Go Bin Laden on anybody
Talkin’ all that shit and we gon’ have to talk to you in private
What block you in we gon’ spin around it
Leave dead bodies, fuck them zombies, goddamn
You ain’t ’bout that lif, e not the combat life
Take the cops advice and don’t stop at lights
Oh God I want it all, night flight
On the wall like flies
And I ball like Mike
You on the side like Spike, goddamn
Wearing a handkerchief
All ’bout this bangin’ shit
We breakin’ down cocaine and shit
You better not be explaining shit
She say she ’bout that freaky shit
She love me if I anchor shit
We moving slow and ducking quick
You ain’t about the gangster shit, goddamn

Bitch I’m still winning, yeah it’s like I got some trick tracks
And if that pussy so and so I don’t hit that bitch twice
You heard about what’s-her-name, ran off on the plug right?
Caught him and they opened up his top like a Bud Lite
Posted in the spot look like a zebra with these damn stripes
Hopped out the Porsche like fuck the Source
I still didn’t get them five mics
If ya find a nigga better, if ya let a nigga know
Yeah, I hear the shit they talking, ain’t like the nigga Snow
Nigga I can make a hustle and I can make it rapping
On the Gram with a pic, now that’s a mean caption
Now what you know about that 36
I can make it double hoe
They hate you when you ballin’
They don’t see you when you struggle tho

Spillage Village – Can’t Call It

Posted on November 9, 2016 by Azlyrics

[Refrain: EarthGang]
Can’t call it, can’t call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can’t I make a deposit?
Can’t call it, uh, can’t call it
Yeah, can’t call it, I can’t call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can’t I make a deposit?
Can’t call it, yeah, I can’t call it

[Hook: J. Cole]
Oh, I had so many days of crying
Oh, I had so many days of pain
Have you ever been as sad as I am?
Lord, I ask if anything would change?
I can see the future that we’re heading
I would say it’s better not to tell
If it’s anything like this in Heaven
Maybe I’d be better off in hell
(Better off in hell)

[Verse 1]
Miseducated, unemployed
Get deployed in a week
Them snatch my body and my soul was exploited for free
Now occupations getting sold, shipped and soul overseas
Can’t trust nobody like they know to make sure I’m gone eat
All I see is distractions, distractions
My life just keep flashing and I’m flashing blue lights
Get behind you and your little blood pressure start to climate up
My niggas be speaking and spirit schooling me on time
And I went to sleep thinking them caves with spiders on my eyelids
So what you know ’bout shining?
Lord I’ve been dancing for days, Hell I’m still shaking off slave
Beneath and dipped in diamonds
She claim my beats [?] then I can’t leave her for one moment
Really I be [?]
Of life and I still be trying to make sense of that jibber jabber
You right, I can tie this ’round my neck, floating up that corporate ladder
The weather, the lever matter, or realistic I’d rather be up misfed
We get it crackin’, we [?] mechanic actions
But I can’t call it

[Verse 2: Bas]
Heavy duty, Hell on Earth
We’ve been feeling Heavens duties
Even with these demons on us
Journey deep into atonement
Through the edges of my mind
I cannot give you my mind state
That shit like going on blind dates
I don’t know how that bitch look
I could’ve been took
I’m keeping the vine fate
Follow the lines straight, and narrow
Never been one of my fine traits
I just been living the road, I don’t got no home
I cannot define safe, ’rounding the bases I live in the times
Few of my niggas is running it with me
We’ve been surviving and keeping alive
Thank you God, God is great
Give me a pond, now lakes a [?]
Look at the water inside your eyes
You have been stuck in a blind state
Most of us out here just nickel and dime
Cook up a trip of the crime rate
But that’s by design and we never snooze
Now I’m so awake, come step in my shoes nigga

[Hook: J. Cole]
I can see the future that we’re heading
I would say it’s better not to tell
If it’s anything like this in Heaven
Maybe I’d be better off in hell
(Better off in hell)

[Verse 3]
So far I done, so far I done
So far I done managed to take advantage
I set a goal and of course it didn’t take off like how I planned it
Granted I want the globe and the planet where my hands is
Granted, I’m on my toes and I’m sick of standing
Sick of the bicker back and forth
The lifted pitch inside your voice
Cause I can’t afford a picket fence and a Porsche
If I get in a pickle, I pull the pistol out my shorts
Payback on the pussy boy, so give me mines and give me yours
Give me time and let me finish the design of method
Any nigga lying, I step it
Point me in the wrong direction, digging in the mind connecting
Everything I ever seen, ever done, never was trying to set the gas in the fire
I prepped it
Walking in shit that I stepped in

[Verse 4]
Activated (activated)
Native language, middle finger
How ironic? (how ironic? how ironic?)
What it take to get it when you know you got it?
How you operating when you know your calling?
Glad he raised me cause I know my papa wasn’t sober often
I ain’t judging, I get high
Now I’m the best to break out and lead 285
Sticking my chest out, putting my deuce up
Loosing respect for the one’s you like
Back in Georgia we whip it slow
Get pulled over and you could die
Fuck the bullshit, fuck the cool shit
Grab the burner, let’s use our rights
Let’s get rid of these fools tonight
What a decision, what a commitment, what a [?] when you decide
Pop the moonroof, ain’t your voodoo
Hit the crib, get danky coo coo
Certified I could lead the new school
Word to Tribe, whole team is Zulu

Lydia – Georgia letras

Posted on November 4, 2016 by Azlyrics

[Verse One]
You got a couple dollars in your pocket
It’s 10 o’clock in the morning
Well, do you remember what you’re talking?
Well alright, no problem

[Hook]
Yeah
When it goes flying on by
Yeah
I remember back when I

[Chorus]
When I had Georgia on my mind but I let her go
Back when we were trying to find somewhere we could rest our bones
The fact that I don’t see no home, yeah, I’ve been laying low
Whatever kept me up those nights, I’ll never know
Yeah, that’s how it goes

[Verse Two]
I don’t want no stories
Come on at me like you always
You were looking kind of lonely
Well alright, I’m sorry

[Hook]
Yeah
Moving all around in my mind
Yeah
And back when I, yeah back when I

[Speaking/Bridge]
(What time is it?
It’s a little after six
After six? Oh, I missed my bus again
Oh, what’s one more day?
Nothing to you
You know, I’ve got a funny feeling I’m going around and around
Maybe I’m on a merry-go-round
Climb on down.)

[Outro]
When I had Georgia on my mind but I let her go
Back when we were trying to find somewhere we could rest our bones
Yeah, that’s how it goes

Kane Brown – Hometown letras

Posted on October 28, 2016 by Azlyrics

Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
Only after listening to the country countdown
He remembers all the 3 court sessions
Giving lessons, never guessing
We go from dive bars to sold out
He just smiles, can’t help but grin when he turns that dial on the FM
Here’s an old friend, he can’t believe it
Ain’t that what it’s all about
What it’s all about, yeah

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Wanna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

All the whining through the years
All the grinding of the gears
All the passion and the tears
Man it paid off
All the places that we see
All the place that we meet
It still feels like a dream
That we’re living off
It ain’t the laughs and fame
It ain’t the smoking flames
It’s that sweet artist smile on my mama’s face

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Gonna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

(Guitar)

In every song
Every way
In every move I’ve ever made
That’s right, north west Georgia, where you all at?
In every song
Every way
In every move I’ve ever made
Chanukah, Tennessee, turn it up
Come on

Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
Only after listening to the country countdown

Jeezy – Bout That

Posted on October 27, 2016 by Azlyrics

[Pre-Hook: Jeezy]
I put them Os in the microwave
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
You made me fuck your bitch today
‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

[Hook: Jeezy]
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
[Verse 1]
Star let the hammer go, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout astrology
For any pussy gotta bitch you owe me an apology
Only talkin’ bout that trappin’ shit, I opened up the door for that
I coulda stopped at 101, tell me who shit comin’ close to that
But you know how the saying goes how I cut the tape make a wish
Call your clientele, say I’m ’bout to make your favorite dish
My wrists can’t keep my arms close, yeah I’m talkin’ Arnold Schwarzenegger
Dropped the mixtapes, changed the game
Whoever thought it’d be a Georgia nigga?
Jumped off the porch but I landed on my feet
It’s real in the field, went and bought a set of cleats
See it in the air nigga, yeah the crib like Disneyland
Eight shots since I started, guess I’ve been a busy man

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Jumped off the porch at eleven, bitch I been bout it
I’m gang gang I been solid
Go Bin Laden on anybody
Talkin’ all that shit and we gon’ have to talk to you in private
What block you in, we gon’ spin around it
Leave dead bodies, fuck them zombies
Goddamn
And you ain’t bout that life, not the combat life
Take the cops advice and don’t stop at lights
Oh god I want it all, night flight
On the wall like flies
And I ball like Mike
You on the side like Spike
Goddamn
Red handkerchief
All bout this bangin’ shit
We breakin’ down cocaine and shit
You better not be explainin’ shit
She say she ’bout that freaky shit
She love me if I hand her shit
We movin’ slow and thinkin’ quick
You ain’t about that gangsta shit, goddamn

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Bitch I’m still winnin’, yeah it’s like I got some trick dice
That pussy so and so I don’t hit that bitch twice
You heard about what’s-her-name?
Ran off on the plug, right
Caught him and they opened up his top like a muglite
Posted in the spot, look like a zebra with these damn stripes
Hopped out the Porsche like fuck The Source
I still ain’t get them five mics
Find a nigga better
If you let a nigga know the nigga
Yeah, I hear the shit they talking
It ain’t like a nigga slippin’
Nigga I can make a hustle and I can make it rappin’
On the gram with a pic, now that’s a mean caption
Now what you know about that 36
I can make it double, hoe
They hit you when you ballin’
They don’t see you when you strugglin’ tho

JEEZY – Bout That lyrics

Posted on October 26, 2016 by Azlyrics

I put them Os in the microwave
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
You made me fuck your bitch today
‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there

Star let the hammer go, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout astrology
For any pussy gotta bitch you owe me an apology
Only talkin’ bout that trappin’ shit, I opened up the door for that
I coulda stopped at 101, tell me who shit comin’ close to that
But you know how the saying goes how I cut the tape make a wish
Call your clientele, say I’m ’bout to make your favorite dish
My wrists can’t keep my arms close, yeah I’m talkin’ Arnold Schwarzenegger
Dropped the mixtapes, changed the game
Whoever thought it’d be a Georgia nigga?
Jumped off the porch but I landed on my feet
It’s real in the field, went and bought a set of cleats
See it in the air nigga, yeah the crib like Disneyland
Eight shots since I started, guess I’ve been a busy man

Jumped off the porch at eleven, bitch I been bout it
I’m gang gang I been solid
Go Bin Laden on anybody
Talkin’ all that shit and we gon’ have to talk to you in private
What block you in, we gon’ spin around it
Leave dead bodies, fuck them zombies
Goddamn
And you ain’t bout that life, not the combat life
Take the cops advice and don’t stop at lights
Oh god I want it all, night flight
On the wall like flies
And I ball like Mike
You on the side like Spike
Goddamn
Red handkerchief
All bout this bangin’ shit
We breakin’ down cocaine and shit
You better not be explainin’ shit
She say she ’bout that freaky shit
She love me if I hand her shit
We movin’ slow and thinkin’ quick
You ain’t about that gangsta shit, goddamn

Bitch I’m still winnin’, yeah it’s like I got some trick dice
That pussy so and so I don’t hit that bitch twice
You heard about what’s-her-name?
Ran off on the plug, right
Caught him and they opened up his top like a muglite
Posted in the spot, look like a zebra with these damn stripes
Hopped out the Porsche like fuck The Source
I still ain’t get them five mics
Find a nigga better
If you let a nigga know the nigga
Yeah, I hear the shit they talking
It ain’t like a nigga slippin’
Nigga I can make a hustle and I can make it rappin’
On the gram with a pic, now that’s a mean caption
Now what you know about that 36
I can make it double, hoe
They hit you when you ballin’
They don’t see you when you strugglin’ tho

Jeezy – ‘Bout That lyrics

Posted on October 26, 2016 by Azlyrics

KANE BROWN – Hometown

Posted on October 22, 2016 by Azlyrics

(Guitar)

Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
Only after listening to the country countdown

KANE BROWN – Hometown lyrics

Posted on October 22, 2016 by Azlyrics

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All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Gonna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

(Guitar)

Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
Only after listening to the country countdown

Don Q – Groupie Love letras

Posted on October 18, 2016 by Azlyrics

[Hook: Don Q]
We the hottest niggas, no discussion
Fuck them niggas, I don’t owe ’em nothing
They say they got it but I know they bluffing
Come here baby, come and show me something
Give me head, make it wet and sloppy
I promise baby I won’t tell nobody
Fuck what them other hoes said about me
If you love me baby you should never doubt me
Now give me that groupie love
Now I need that groupie love
Now give me that groupie love
Come here and give me that groupie love
Just give me that groupie love
I come to your city just give me that groupie love
Don

[Verse 1: Don Q]
No pillow talking with these hoes, groupie bitch play your role
I’m doing 80 through the toll, I hit up Vegas in a Rolls
I like strippers with they body done
I need a blowjob, I’m ’bout to hire one
She said she like all my songs
Well can you come give me some head while I’m writin’ one?
I need a mami, a fire one
Im taking these pills ’til my body numb
Slow-mo, I can’t move
Hardly parked the new Rari at the pool party
Me and Artist going hop out it
Pull up on the curb, sitting lopsided
Talking fly you better not stop it
Balmain, my whole block got it
I get that work and I serve it
Hop in that toy and I swerve it
Maybach with the curtains
I’m laid back in my Birkin
I met a bitch out in Florida, but she said she live in Georgia
I was Louis down when I saw her
Had another one right before her
Say my name put some respeck on it
I’m certified, put a check on it
I come to your strip just to flex on it
Saint Laurent when I step on it
You and your friend, y’all are both mine
I got white bitches doing coke lines
Ten chains, you would go blind
Switching lanes, I got no time

[Verse 2: Don Q]
Hit ATL, they think T.I.P there, Hit MIA, they think Rick there
20K for the wristwear, do the Yeezys then I switch pairs
Like woah, I do the dance on em
I fuck her then I put my mans on her
Strip club, throwin’ bands on her
I throw that money just to stand on it
Wait, fuck all the hype
She coming to fuck then I’m boarding to flight
Ain’t no difference all these hoes is alike
Pour a four in a Sprite then I call it a night
Wait, big kilo make my neck hurt
I got a rottweiler on my sweatshirt
I don’t even got a text first
She gon’ dive in the bed headfirst
They rush the door when we coming out it
I be drunk as fuck, I just stumble out it
Looking like a couple hundred thousand
I ain’t never ever have no love for cowards
Niggas know me and the bitches on me
Doing autographs, just titties only
VIP, my hitters only
Bring that ass here and come sit it on me

Gucci Mane – Addicted (Woptober Album) letras

Posted on October 15, 2016 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
When I was on drugs so bad, you know, I talked different
I was drinking lean like crazy everyday, I was out my mind

[Hook]
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Bad bitches, fast cars, weed and promethazine
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Fast cars, bad bitches, weed and promethazine
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling

[Verse 1]
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Bad bitches, fast cars, weed and promethazine
Diamond chains, tennis chains, assault rifles, gambling
Sellin’ dope and trickin’ folks that run in my family
My daddy was a alcoholic, momma she’s a junkie daughter
Cousin smokin’ crack, I guess she forgot all my aunt done taught her
Plus I got two brothers that I don’t know from addicted father
And all the pain I caused my mother, bet she wish she had a daughter
Sellin sets out my momma window, tryna’ get a new starter
Treat sun Valley like Decatur, mountain park like port Arthur
I know my family dysfunctional
So God please help these country folks
Tired and broke, in need of hope
Sheet rock, heroin, crack and coke

[Hook]
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Bad bitches, fast cars, weed and promethazine
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Bad bitches, fast cars, weed and promethazine
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling

[Verse 2]
Gucci Mane a local joker man that nigga regional
And people won’t be happy til I’m confined to Georgia regional
The third week out of rehab he forgetting what they teachin’ him
Like why you smokin’ blunts and sippin’ lean and you a millionaire
Wrecked my yellow lamb, high on drugs I didn’t give a care
Smashed my black Ferrari two weeks later now it need repair
Demons in my ear, got me seein’ things wasn’t even there
People in my circle say they care, but they don’t really care
But I can’t blame nobody but myself, it starts with myself
Cause rap can bring you wealth but that wealth can destroy your health
Lookin’ in the mirror at myself, had to catch my breath
And tell myself that Gucci you a addict, thats the first step

[Hook]
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Bad bitches, fast cars, weed and promethazine
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Bad bitches, fast cars, weed and promethazine
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling

Usher – Make It Rain Lyrics

Posted on September 30, 2016 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Peace up!
Ya’ll know what it is
Yeah, man
BlackSox
It’s Usher baby
Yeah
Just a little warm up

[Verse 1]
I was out in the city of ATL, where we steady keep it popping
We got them Georgia peaches so sweet that you want to bite them
And we got the hardest slang that bang from every city
Does anybody know how to make it rain?
We keep that carpet green in the city, the saddle in the traffic
You ever got a problem, homie? We make you feel unstopped
Oh, no, yes, sir
So when you see me in the club, partner this is how you greet me, throw it up
[Hook]
I can make it rain 24 stacks in the air
It’s raining money in here, throw it up, ah, throw it up, ah
You gotta get it on the floor, short
Get it in on the floor, shorty
Get down on your knees
I’m trying to get you all alone
So you can feel the chrome up in my Chevy drop top
This the part where everybody throw up the A

[Verse 2]
Aye, what it do, shorty? Let me get that number, shorty
What you see in the A, we shoulder lean and snap, shorty
We keep the hottest fit, fresh to death
Come in the club like we never left
If you ain’t with it, shorty, get gone

Luke Bryan – Love Me In A Field lyrics

Posted on September 30, 2016 by Azlyrics

[Luke]
Don’t need a hotel or a high-rise, a big ol’ boat with a fancy name
Don’t need a backseat
Don’t need no rusty truck bed
We can leave that dust on that ol’ porch swing

Let’s get tangled in the tassels of some ten foot corn
Tear our t-shirts in the cotton patch behind the barn
Get lost out in the rye grass
Lay a blanket in the beets
Tear up some turnip greens on some river bottom ground
Or find some muscadines up on a hill
Baby, love me in a field

Now we got that California king
In the back of that Georgia double-wide
And I’m ‘bout to bust out the seams
When I get you to the country side
What’s that sound like to you?
Cause it sounds dang good to me
Just hit me with a smile when you’re ready to leave

Find an old pasture where the cows ain’t been for a while
Wanna see your blue eyes where the flowers grow wild
Little after midnight, morning dew on our skin
Promise you won’t nobody, nobody know where we’ve been

Love me in a field
Love me in a field
In a big ol’ field