Playlist The Rah Band

the rah band - clouds across the moon

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INTRO

"Good evening. This is the intergalactic operator. Can I helpyou?"
"Yes. I'm trying to reach flight commander P.R. Johnson, on Mars,flight 2-4-7"
"Very well, hold on please [beeping]. Get through!"
"Thank you operator!"

VERSE 1 :

Hi darlin' ! How are you doing ?
Hey baby, were you sleeping ?
Oh I'm sorry, but I've been really missing you !

Hi darlin' ! How's the weather?
Say baby, is that cold better now ?
Oh I'm sorry, is there someone there with you??

BRIDGE:

Ooooh...since you went away, there's nothing goin' right !
I just can't sleep alone at night... I'm not ashamed to say
I badly need a friend...or it's the end.

CHORUS:

Now, when I look at the cloud's across the moon.
Here in the night I just hope and pray that soon.
Oh baby, you'll hurry home to me.

VERSE 2 :

Hi darlin', the kids say they love you.
Hey baby, is everything fine with you?
Please forgive me, but I'm trying not to cry...

BRIDGE :

Ooooh...I've had a million different lovers on the phone.
But I just stayed right here at home.
I don't think that I can take it anymore this crazy war.

CHORUS

"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but we are
experiencing violent storm conditions in the asteriod belt atthis
time. We may lose this valuable deep space communication link.
Please, be as brief as possible.
Thank you."

BRIDGE

or it's...or it's..."Hello?" "Hello operator?"
" Yes, we've lost the connection! Could you try again please?"
-"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid we've lost contact with Mars 2-4-7
at this time."

CHORUS repeat 3 times WHILE SAYING:

"Ok. Thank you very much...
I'll...I'll try again next year...next year...next year...nextyear..."

CHORUS INTERMEZZO

SOLO BASS-GUITAR

BRIDGE INTERMEZZO

CHORUS repeat 3 times WHILE FADING OUT

the rah band - sorry doesn't make it anymore

Rah Band - Sorry Doesn't Make it Anymore

I felt we had a good thing going
I thought at last I found the key
I felt my fantasy was growing
Into a new reality

I should have seen the whole thing coming
You were just too good to be true
Soon as you set my motor running
You simply vanished in the blue

Well darling sorry
Sorry doesn't make it anymore
I've heard it all before
Same old excuses as you walk in my door
It's all become just a bore
Sorry doesn't make it anymore
So you can think my dear
I've got much better things to do
Than sitting waiting here for you

I hear you say you're really changing now
Your wondering days are finally through
Well I believe it when you show me how
The messages are getting through to you

the rah band - sweet forbidden

What you gonna do?
Back on the outside

Back on the outside
Look in
It's seem so far away
You know (far away, away)
How in the world its begin
That I just never know

You seem to be the one to show me how to flight much hight
But it could never ever be
Together we too really good to set the world on fire
If only you and I were free

Sweet Forbidden
What you gonna do
When love takes over
When you walk away

Sweet Forbidden
What you gonna do
When your touch don't show me
When you gonna stay

So don't you worry about me
Cause I be just fine now (fine now)
It's this is how is got be
When I guess I see you around

It's just the sun light in my face
That makes you think I crying
Not the tears drops in my eyes
If I told I was happy
Would you say that I was lying
That I really rather die

Sweet Forbidden
What you gonna do
When love takes over
When you walk away

Sweet Forbidden
What you gonna do
When your touch don't show me
When you gonna stay

(Back on the outside)

It's just the sun light in my face
That makes you think I crying
Not the tears drops in my eyes
If I told I was happy
Would you say that I was lying
That I really rather die

(What you gonna do?)

But it could never never be
If only you and I were free

Sweet Forbidden
What you gonna do
When love takes over
When you walk away

Sweet Forbidden
What you gonna do
When your touch don't show
When you gonna stay

the rah band - 2 real

2 Real

I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin
had to find my place
But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue
had to dodge a case
Had to dodge a bullet
And the nigga that tried to pull it
The streets is throwed
If I don't get lean and blowed everyday
I feel just like I'ma explode on overload and overdrive
All my life this drive I tried
I seen a lot of good niggas die
Cause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched
Or somebody's a bitch
I wish I could change the past
But I gots to live in the present and pray
that tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm livin to fast
Shit, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me
But, to tell the truth I didn't know myself
I found out she had to told me
Just to show me just how good I had it
I guess I couldn't see it
Mild-mannered I just couldn't be it
But that was just the way we used to G it
One of the wrongest niggas I see
Or one of the strongest niggas I know
Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know
So I put weed in the bong and I blow
Stay cool calm and collected a neglected
Child that grew into a man that's widely respected
Too real

(Chorus)
I feel no pain
I can't complain
Stuck in the game
Tryin to maintain
Cause I'm so real

(Pimp C)
We blow big everyday
But that don't stop our pain
Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game
Got niggas doin 40
When you 25 that's life
I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price
These bitch ass niggas shife
Niggas might snitch out they momma
That's why me and Leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama
Cause we ain't promised tommorow
But nigga you promised to die
Nigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry
At night I talk to God and try to understand
How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man
I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back
So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks
I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones
But I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun
I guess that's true for some
But them hoes will never win
Out here just hustlin and grindin
Tryin to change from niggas to men

Chorus

(3-2)
My nigga you a ho to me
Boy you done went off on me
Runnin round with the fakin and hatin
I'ma blast if you run up on me
I'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch
This matter coulda been resolved
if you woulda came clean and paid my shit
See niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last
Pullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass
And fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up
No respect for your family that's dead
don't write yo peoples locked up
Damn I miss my dog he was hog to this game
Unlike bustas these days that talk down on your name
You boys is funny
I'm bout my money
And oh so true
Mr. 3-2 when I never trusted you
I'm too real

Chorus

the rah band - b.l.a.z.e

The B to the L, the A to the Z to the E
Early twenties, girls by the twenties
Rims buy 'em twenty, never gin slide me Henny
Blunts roll in twenties, got my stunts holdin' semis
Blaze in the Bentley; be like Jay, "Come and Get Me"
Straight from Q-U-E percisely 40P

[Rah Digga]
Yo you that brother that I always see on MTV
I ain't cop your album got it off the MP3
But it's hot though take it from another emcee
That's what I'm tryna be

[Casey Lee]
Shorty it's the M-O-N-E-Y
My wrists will leave your eyes B-L-I-N-D
My passion for poetry and parting from poverty
Leaves me in position to mould my own like pottery

[Rah Digga] + (Joy Bryant)
Heh, ain't really sweatin' you brother, we tryna parlay see
(I heard A&R was short for armed robbery)
I heard selling records is like hitting the lottery

[Casey Lee]
All you need is talent shorty, Blaze got plenty
Shorty holla, come on

The B, the L, the A, the Z, the E (*repeat 8X*)

[Casey Lee] + (Joy Bryant)
If you start from my toes to my dome like Gators
Iceburg, Gucci, my head cap is Raiders
CD so hot you gotta play hot potato
And Primo won't even take me out with the fader
Cause my voice is laid with paper, my crib, Jamaica
You know the action, get planes built to go there
(What about your Grammy?)
Got it chillin' at my mother's crib
Right next to the Golden Globe
For actin' like I give a fuck

[Rah Digga]
What you talkin' 'bout? Diamond life, you livin' it
Benji's, Bentley's, your cash flow is infinite

[Casey Lee]
But you know there's more to life than videos
They're different
Cali is where it's at
And that's a wrap, my lip I'm zippin' it

the rah band - buck em

(Fuck 'em)

[Snoop Dogg]
Damn this shit sound low then motherfucker in my earphones.
Alright, yeah that's it right there nigga.

As soon as the bass hits your dome
Snoop Dogg grabs the chrome
And gets in your system
Shootin off rhymes like a pistol
Fuckin your click off with this blow
This hoe, that hoe make me rich
Snoop Dogg please won't you break that biach
I'm back in the game gettin my dough
And fuck any motherfucker that say it ain't so
Do it to em be young
Cause on the real dogg you the hardest nigga we um
We shakin em off, breakin em off
Shot him in his face and now they takin him off
Here's a shoutout to those with quad out
Fool we should have got out, now you gettin popped out
I'm not out to diss but to get my chips
And smash, pass with cash
And blaze the spliff now pass the fifth
For real nigga did you hear me, ya heard
You ran up and got served, ha ha
Now ain't that a trip (what what)
You need to get up off of that bullshit
C'mon

[Sticky Fingaz]
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Young beast to four green
Dirty or clean nigga the money is all green
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Cock it back ya know me
Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Shit on waisted
Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Don't make a difference
Niggas in the hood is still broke and can't fix it

[Snoop Dogg]
Fuck em, the scene is set (set)
And it's a million bitch niggas bout to straight get wet
I walk em all in the street
Fuck em, I cuff they hands and blind they eyes and hog tie they feet
Fuck em, with no remorse nigga cut em down
Love the way we shut em down, shit it ain't funny now
Used to be my buddy pal, nigga wet and bloody now
Nigga where your homies now, half them niggas funny style
Fuck em, it's bout to get shitty now
Doggy bout to get him now cause you better sit him down
Nigga what up now, you act like a bitch
You bound to get fucked you trick ass snitch
Fuck em, boy we on a rampage
Rippin up this damn stage, yeah it's still a G thang
Slammin doors, slappin hoes
Cuz fuck videos, I get a hundred for shows
If you ain't got the papers
I ain't got the time to sit and chat about the motherfucking vapors
Biach, don't even trip
You need to raise up off of that bullshit
C'mon

[Sticky Fingaz]
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Young beast to four green
Dirty or clean nigga the money is all green
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Cock it back ya know me
Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Shit on waisted
Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Don't make a difference
Niggas in the hood is still broke and can't fix it

(Fuck 'em)